Harry Potter now stood in the drawing room of the Malfoy Manor, watching his wife pace back and forth anxiously. They had immediately pulled her from Quidditch practice when Harry had come to from his vision. His scar hadn't hurt in years, and now....

"Shall again face death?" Ginny kept asking. "What does that mean?"
"Ginny calm down," said Hermione. "Let's try to figure this out." The Malfoys stood near by, watching all this, looking just as tense.
"I still don't understand what Jackson has to do with all this," said Ron.
"Dunno," said Harry. " Maybe he's the one writing them."
"I don't think so," said Draco. He pulled a smaller piece of parchment from his pocket.
"That's Jackson's handwriting and the hand writing in the other two letters are neater."
"Where did you get that?" asked Harry.
"Er - Scorpius."
"When did this happened?" demanded Astoria.
"Oops," said Draco.
"Answer me, Draco!" said Astoria, taping her foot impatiently.
"Over Christmas actually," he told her.

"And you never thought to tell me?" she said.
"Er....well, um....no...." said Draco, looking a bit uncomfortable. He was saved from any further interrogation when there was a sudden knock at the door. 
"I should get that," said Draco and left the room, looking very much relieved.  Astoria shook her head. Soon he returned with a man with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a brown muggle mail mans uniform and a matching cap. Draco looked very confused now as the man was carring a rather large box.

"Who're you?" demanded Astoria. The man dropped the box in the middle of the floor and turned to Harry, ignoring her.
"Harry Potter?" said the man.
"Yes?" said Harry skeptically.
"I need you to sign for this package," the man told him.
"Er - Okay..."

The mail man handed him a pen and a clipboard. Harry quickly signed and then handed them back to the man.
"Good," he said. "Now, you'll want to avert your eyes." They did so reluctantly. There was a blindingly bright light. When the light had vanished, so had the man....perhaps he wasn't a muggle after all.

"What's in the box?" asked Draco.
"Dunno," said Harry. "What was with the mail man? I thought everything came by owls..."
"There's a note," said Ginny, pealing it off the box to read it.

Until next time,

Death.

"What?" said Ron. "Are you sure you read that right?"
"Of coarse I'm sure!" Ginny snapped. "Look for yourself if you don't believe me!"
"That's very strange," said Hermione carefully. " Do you think...."
"Only one way to find out," said Harry. "We open it."
"But Harry!"

He was already in the process of opening the box. Inside was something far more stranger than a Death Eater sending something to kill Harry. Inside the box was a stick. Just an ordinary stick, nothing magical or special about it. Just a stick. There was another note attached to it.

There is a young boy with a stick, similar to this one. Though, this one does not have any magic. Treat it like it does, Do not burn it. Keep it safe. Treat it as if there were a life that will die with it.

"What the ruddy hell?" said Ron. Hermione gave Harry a look.
"What?' he said.
"Nothing," she said. They stared at the stick. There was a tap at on the window that made them all jump.
"It's Neville's owl!" said Ginny, going over to open the window for the owl. The owl presented them with yet another letter. This one read :

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny,

We need to talk. Meet me at Three Broom Sticks in Hogsmade.  Now. Bring the Malfoys.

- Neville.

"What's he want to meet us there for?" asked Draco.
"Guess we'll find out," said Harry. And they Apparated to the front of the pub. There, they found Neville Longbottom waiting for them.

"Good," he said, sounding calmer than he actually felt. "You got my owl. C'mon, I'll buy you all a butter beer." They followed him to the back of Three Broom Sticks to a table where a seventeen year old boy sat alone, twirling a ball point pen in his hands, occasionally looking up nervously, as if any second something bad were going to happen, or he was going to get attacked.
"Percy!" said Neville. The boy jumped. "Sorry."
"Geez, Neville!" said the boy, Percy apparently. "Don't sneak up on me like that! I thought you were..." He trailed off as he saw who was behind him.

"Guys," said Neville. "This is Perseus Jackson." Percy flinched.
"Really?" he complained.
"Sorry," said Neville, not looking very sorry. "This is everyone." he told Percy. 
"So, then where's Nobody?" asked Percy.
"Oh. Ha. ha. Your so funny, Jackson," said Neville sarcastically and left to order the butter beers. Harry, Ron, Draco, Ginny, Hermione and Astoria all sat down awkwardly. Percy stared at them.
"So...." he said awkwardly.
"Your the Defense teacher?" said Hermione.
"Yup."
"But your only seventeen!" Percy shrugged.
"It's not the most dangerous thing I've ever done," he said.

"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Ginny, but just then Neville came back with a tray of butter bears. He sat down across from Hermione in between Harry and Ginny. Draco was sitting next to Astoria on the other side of Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione. Hermione was sitting next to Percy.
Neville looked at Percy and nodded. Percy shifted in his seat.
"About the prophecies," started Percy. "I guess I should explain that."
"So, it was you then!" said Harry.
"Uh, no. But, my friend," said Percy. "It's a long story...I'll tell you the details later. Anyway, she's been spewing out prophecies like crazy. They usually come true, and so everyone at my camp decided to, you know, give the prophecies to you, but we didn't want you to get to worked up, so we did it anonymously."

"That didn't work to well," said Ron.
"Yeah," agreed Neville. "That's why I sent you lot that letter, so Percy here could explain." It wasn't entirely a lie. It wasn't entirely the truth either. McGonagall, Neville and Percy had worked hours before on the less horrific version of the story, in a way they could understand it without actually being told the truth. They weren't meant to know yet. Neville wasn't suppose to know either, only the headmistress, but he found out anyway. He put the pieces together after over hearing Jackson curse in Ancient Greek, and suddenly all the nonsense of Greek and Roman mythology in Defense Against Dark Arts made sense. He then, confront McGonagall about it, who admitted the truth to him. Then, they went to Percy. Now, here they were!

"Your friends a seer?" asked Ginny. Percy nodded.
"But that still doesn't explain what they mean!' pointed out Astoria.
"Here prophecies aren't always clear at first," explained Percy. "The always have double meanings and so you never really know for sure what's going to happen until it happens." He got that far away look in his eyes that was often seen in Harry's eyes and Neville thought for sure they were done for. They would find out. But no. That didn't happen.

Harry wondered what had happened in Percy's life to make him feel that way. If possible he looked as if his life had been even worse. Suddenly, the bell rang at the front door of the pub as a man with stringy rat fur colored hair and a deformed face walked in. He looked right at Percy and bared crooked yellow decaying, almost black, teeth. Percy's eyes widened. The man headed toward them. Percy quickly ducked under the table, coming out from the other side, clinging to his pen.
"I, uh, have to go!" he said and ran out of Three Broom Sticks. The man now, half way to them stood abruptly and stalked after Percy.

Neville looked nervous. The rest of the group stared at him.
"What was that about?" asked Draco.
"I - er - uh, how would I know?" said Neville.
"Neville," said Hermione sternly.
"Alright," said Neville. "Remember Umbridge?"
"How could we forget?" said Ron.
"Right, well, remember that one night when we were all up in our dorms? And you said you didn't think she was human?"
"Yeah, I remember that. Why do you ask?"
"Because you were absolutely right."

The group exchanged looks, then broke into grins. They didn't believe him.
"Sure," said Ginny. "She'll sprout wings and fangs and kill us all in our sleep. That's actually believable, but honestly it's not as if she were a monster or anything, though she acted like one. But what was with that man just now?"
"He's her brother," said Neville.
"Your barking!" said Ron in disbelief. "Umbridge has a brother!?!"
"Apparently," said Neville. "I was just as shocked as you are when I first found out."
"What's he got against Percy, then?" said Harry.
"Doesn't like half bloods," said Neville simply. "Would kill him if he ever got the chance."
"Oh."
"Yeah."

"That's awful," said Hermione.
"I know," said Neville. Thinking of what my be happening as they spoke. Was Percy alright? Had he gotten back to Hogwarts safely? Probably. He was more than capable of taking care of himself.
"It's only curtain types of half bloods he doesn't like, though," Neville continued, without thinking.
"What do you mean, 'curtain types' of half bloods?" Ginny asked. "What other kind of half bloods are there?"
"Oh - er - I just realized....I'm late. I have a class....yeah. Er - see you." With that Neville Apparated quickly out of the pub.
"That's funny," said Hermione.
"Yeah," agreed Astoria. "They both left in a hurry didn't they?"
"Yes," said Hermione. "But it's Saturday. Why would Neville have a class on Saturday?" There was a silence among the group. It drug on, no one bothering to brake it. They were all thinking the same thing, but nobody wanted to admit it.

Finally, Harry broke the silence by saying, "Tutoring probably." Everyone muttered their agreements. After finishing their drinks they all Apparated back to Malfoy Manor to discus the problem that bothered them, mostly Ginny, the most. Harry's vision.