The next day everyone woke to find that Hermione was already awake. She was, of coarse, surrounded by books.

"Morning," muttered Ron.
"Morning," said Hermione. "Look at this." The others came over and read the article she had been hunched over.
"It says here," Hermione continued before either of them could finish. "That one can connect someone's life to an object. Similar to making Horcruxes only no one has to die."
"So?" said Harry. She sighed.
"So!" she said. " That stick, the one you got from the mail man dressed like a muggle. The note said there was another, one that was attached to a life. That one was just a decoy, but whoever sent it wanted you to keep it safe anyway, so I've already put a protective charm on it. I've also found this." She pointed to a picture in another large book. It was a storm.

"According to this, American wizards and wizards are more dangerous and powerful than the rest of us, more advanced I suppose. Some are even believed to have powers of natural things such as the weather or water or fire."
"You think Jackson can do any of that?" asked Astoria.
"Most likely," said Hermione. "But then there's the letter." She brought it out of a stack of parchment.
"It mentions a dove, forge, oaths, lightning... Then there's the fact that the sender is usually signed Poseidon."
"Right," said Ginny. "But you and Harry both said that they were just myths." Thunder boomed.
"And then there's the thunder," added Hermione. "Every time we try to pass it off as a myth."

"Are you saying you think this is..." started Harry.
"Look at the pictures carefully." Everyone leaned in closer.
"Where did you get these?" asked Draco, realising the pictures weren't moving, finding it very strange.
"Muggle library," Hermione told him.
"Oh." That explained it. He'd almost forgot that she was a muggle born.
"Anyway," she went on. " In Greek mythology they have oracles, which are like their version of the seers. And who was Trelawney's great - great grandmother?"
"Cassandra Trelawney," said Harry. "But what's that got to do with anything?"  Hermione scooted a book toward him. The page was labeled Cassandra.

Harry skimmed through it. The main idea of the plot was that there was a girl named Cassandra who the god Apollo gave the ability to see prophecies. Because she still refused to - er - "love" him the god cursed her so that nobody would ever believe her prophecies.

Harry stared at Hermione.
"Sound familiar?"
"Well, no one ever believed Sybill's prophecies," said Harry.
"Exactly," said Hermione.
"What're you two playing at?" asked Ron. Something seemed to click in Harry's head.
"Oh," he said. "Oh!" Hermione nodded.
"What?" asked Draco.
"You really think -"
"I don't know. Makes sense doesn't it?"
"What're you talking about?" Ginny asked. The two exchanged looks.
"Trelawney's great - great grandmother is the Cassandra," they said in unison.

There was a shocked silence.

"But they're m - " Astoria started to say.
"But what if they're not?" said Hermione. "Think about it. All of it fits."
"Alright," said Ron. "Then, if they are real, then what about the mail man or whatever? And Jackson? I still don't understand the lightning thing either."  Hermione pursed her lips.
"Zeus is the god of the skies, so that's probably got something to do with this. I'm not sure how Percy fits into this...there was a son of Zeus named Perseus.... As for the mail man....maybe he has something to do with Hermes, god of Thieves, travelers, and messaging. "
"So, they're a bit obsessed," said Draco, not thinking much of it.

"Maybe," said Hermione. "But I think it's a bit of something more. Something we won't fully be able to understand, something even more dangerous than..." She paused for a moment. No one had even thought of that name in nineteen years....
"More dangerous than Voldemort," she said finally. There was another pause before Harry said,
"Did you see the look on his face when he was talking about prophecies and his seer friend?" He didn't need to elaborate. They all knew who he was talking about.
"It was like the way you look sometimes when we talk about the war," Ginny noted. "But almost worse..."
"And the same age too," said Astoria.

A sudden CRACK! caused them all to turn toward the fire place. There stood Kretcher the house elf and a terror stricken Lily Luna and Hugo Weasley.
"Kretcher?" said Harry, jumping to his feet. "What's happened?" There was a fire in the elf's eye.
"Kretcher swore not to tell," said Kretcher before disappearing with another loud CRACK!
"Kretcher! Come back here!" But he was already gone. "Ron, come on!" Harry Apparated out of the house, leaving the others in bewilderment. Ron after a few long moment realised what had just happened and also Apparated out of the Malfoy Manor.
Ginny and Hermione ran to their children, seeing that they were alright.

~***~                      ~***~                      ~***~

"They've almost figured it out," said a glowing figure of a woman. "You must drawl their attention away from the subject."
"With all due respect, Lady He -"
"Don't say my name here!"
"Sorry. But if we don't want them to know, then why are we sending them the prophecies?" asked the young man figure that was standing in the rain of the Forbidden Forest. Neither figure left the shadows, for fear of being caught by nosy children. They spoke in Latin and Ancient Greek, switching from one to the other, as though to confuse anyone who might be listening.

"We have our reasons," said the woman figure.
"Okay," said the boy figure. "So, how do I drawl their attention away?"
"You must figure that out on your own. I can not intervene here." There was a pause between the two.
"And if they see right through me?" he said.
"Deny," she said. He sighed.

"Can you at least tell me what the Great Prophecy said?"
"No. Not yet. It's not the time."
"Has she given the sixth?"
"No."
"Great."
"In time, hero."
"What about them?" he pointed back toward the castle.
"They will fulfill their fate."
"You make that sound like a bad thing."
"You know as well as anybody how cruel the fates can be." The boy nodded. He looked away, not that she could see him anyway.
"When can I tell them the truth?" he asked finally.
"Soon enough," she said. He looked at the woman in the shadows...or at least where he though he heard her voice coming from.
"Which is?"

There was no answer. He waiting a moment longer before deciding that she had disappeared. He walked back to the castle, several minutes late for dinner.
But the woman figure hadn't disappeared. She watched him return to the castle solemnly. She smiled at his back wryly.
"I'm sorry young hero....the timing isn't right..." she muttered before disappearing for real this time.

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Albus couldn't miss the fact that Professor Jackson came in several minutes late for dinner that night and he definitely couldn't miss the fact that he was soaking wet, or that sullen look on his face, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but not for the first time.
Where did that come from?

Albus watched him as he took his place next to Neville. (or Professor Longbottom while they were at school) He put his head in his hands. Professor Longbottom gave him a look of concern, but Jackson just shrugged it off with an I'll tell you later look.
Strange.
Slow, Jackson looked up, as if sensing someone was staring. Albus quickly looked away, but out of the corner of his eye he almost swore he saw a hint of sympathy cross the young professors face.

That's when Albus realised the Great Hall was silent. Everyone was looking at Jackson. Lightning flashed through the window behind him as the storm started to grow heavier.
What was going on here?

Thunder boomed so loudly, lighting cackling as if enraged, causing everyone to jump up, screaming. The Great Hall irrupted into complete chaos as the storm grew louder and heavier. It sounded, and felt, as if the storm was directed right at them, as if it were meaning to kill, as if it had a life of its own.
Jackson however just sat. For once he wasn't grinning. He looked a little nervous, as if he knew exactly what was happening, as if he had a secret. He reached into his pocket where he kept a ballpoint pen from the muggle world.

"Everyone calm down!" shouted the headmistress over the storm and over the screaming. "Perfects! Take your houses back to you're common rooms!" They did so in a hurry.
On the way out of the Great Hall Albus locked eyes with Scorpius.
Something is wrong! Scorpius seemed to be saying through terrified eyes. Albus nodded, no doubt not looking any braver.

Jackson was pushing passed people in a hurry.

"What's going on?" James tried, following him. "What's happening?"
"Not now okay?" said Percy as calmly as he could manage at the moment. He had to get everyone out of there before someone got hurt. "I promise I'll explain later, but right now...it's not safe. The less you know the better."
"What's the s'pose to mean!" This must've been what Grover felt like.
"Just go to you're common room alright? I'll explain .... I don't know when, but I will."
"Now seems as good a time as any!" Percy bit back a curse.
"Please, James," he said, facing the younger boy. "Promise me you'll go back to the common room and you won't do anything stupid."
"Whatever." The twelve year old stalked off. Percy sighed, before pushing past people, trying to get to the entrance. He didn't see how James followed under his father's invisibility cloak. Though, little did young James know what he was getting himself into. Had he know he might've listened to Percy. He might've never turned back around and he might've never saw what he saw or heard what he did.