Chapter Five - The Prophecy
Beth sighed in aggravation. She just couldn't master this spell. No matter how many times her mother tried to show her, the Summoning Charm kept eluding her.
"Ahh, practicing your charms, I see. They can be useful, for those who don't possess the Sight to see what lies ahead, and avoid the danger that will come," Trelawney said as she stepped into the room.
"Aunt Sibyll, what about your charm work? I've barely seen you do any magic," Beth asked curiously, hoping she could help her with this horrible charm.
Trelawney blushed slightly. "When One is blessed with the Sight, other abilities may be taken away, to not make others jealous, you see."
"You're worse than Mum's friend Neville, aren't you?" Trelawney didn't reply, which assured Beth of the truth.
"Well, I must go to the kitchen. I foresee that Dobby will have a terrible accident." Trelawney walked off.
"Oh, I bet you do." Beth muttered under her breath. After spending 12 years with the woman, she knew without a doubt that most of her predictions were just ominous guesses.
A loud gasp alerted Beth's attention that all was not right with the old Professor. She turned, and the woman stood rigid, her eyes wide, and a raspy voice escaped her mouth.
The Boy-Who-Lived lives on
Aided by those of the Blood
He may yet rid the world of the Dark Lord's power
The Boy-Who-Lived lives on
Beth looked at the old professor for a long moment. "Aunt Sibyll?" she asked concerned.
"Yes dear?" she replied, her voice back to normal, and seemingly not worried about the odd words she had spoken. Beth's eyes widened in understanding. She had just made another prophecy.
"Uh, nothing. It's not important," Beth brushed off her earlier concern. She also felt it would be better not to alert Trelawney that she had made another prediction. What she didn't know might actually help her, should she find herself in the company of Death Eaters.
Beth retreated to Hermione's library to think. Like her mother, the smell and feel of the old books had a calming effect, as well as stimulated her mind. The Boy-Who-Lived, isn't that what they called Dad? she thought. But, if Dad is still alive, then... The next part of the prophecy came to her mind. "Aided by those of the Blood, He may yet rid the world of the Dark Lord's power." But who were those of the blood?
"Beth, dinner time!" Hermione yelled up, interrupting her thoughts. Beth knew one thing for sure. She couldn't tell her mother the truth. Not only would she not believe her, but she would most likely forbid her from trying to discover the truth. This was her duty, to find her father and restore the Wizarding World to its former glory.
"Coming Mum!" Beth yelled back, already formulating a plan to sneak out and search for her father, the savior of the world.