Prologue

The moon is shining extraordinarily tonight.

He is not a fan of Divination, never had been. Heck, when he was in Hogwarts, it was his most hated subject because of Professor Trelawney—so he and Ron had to spend their time making up false and funny prediction—until that time when they went to the Department of Mysteries because of a Prophecy about him. And now, 40 years later, he is waiting in a vast clearing, waiting for something or maybe someone to appear.

He heard a pop, and then voices.

“Ouch, you stupid red head! How come you landed on me?”

“Sorry dear that you had to marry that stupid redhead. Ahoy, Harry!”

Harry had to smile. His two best friends, Ron and Hermione, had walked towards him. Ron scratched his head and Harry gestured them to be quiet.

“What are we going to talk about that you cannot just send thru email or in text or that we cannot talk about in the office tomorrow? It’s 2am, for Pete’s sake!

Hermione just regarded Harry seriously. “It must have been very important that you don’t want any body from the Ministry nor your own wife to hear.”

Harry nodded and pulled out an note from his pocket and show it to Hermione.

“A prophecy?”

“Yes. I visited Prof. Trelawney this morning because she complained someone was leaving hex on her doorsteps, and mind you her feet was quiet unrecognizable so as an Auror I have to check it out. Then she asked me to come in for tea and of course I agreed then suddenly she went weird. You know, when she was being a real Seer. Then she spouted those words.”

Hermione’s forehead crinkled and read the prophecy.

“Children from the east will tip the balance of existence, and six from the west will restore the peace. The shadows will move to retrieve what’s theirs on the day when the sun covers the moon. Blood kins will betray, trust no one. Death will only be overpowered with love. Unite all houses for the greater good.”

Hermione looked at Harry. “So you called me because?”

“I was thinking it’s going to be in Hogwarts, Herm. And you are the headmistress.”

“When’s the eclipse?”

“November 25.”

“So are we going to have it again?” Ron laughed nervously. They are getting to old for this, all three of them already in their fifties.

“I don’t know Ron. Let’s see how the events will turn out. But first, let’s keep our eyes on the children from the east. I’ll look in our files and maybe Hermione could sort on the student’s list.”

Hermione nodded. “If there’s nothing else Har. We need to go. I’ll keep you posted.”

Then the couple disapparated.

Harry stared at the moon, shining very brightly than usual