The Fowl Heart

Hi everyone! I've started writing a few stories. Most of them are original stories of my own, but below is the beginning of a fan story I enjoy, which is appropriate for all ages.



The Fowl Heart

A Harry Potter Fan story by Mikel Nelson


July 31, 1945

    “We didn’t know who else it could be about until a couple months ago. I tried to let you know sooner, but – well, obviously, you’ve been busy.” said the short witch with long wavy hair.

    “It is completely understandable, I assure you,” said the wizard with the crooked nose and half-moon spectacles. “As a matter of fact, I am quite thrilled to be invited to such a magnificent place. There is so much to be in awe of that it peaks the curiosity deliciously.”

    “Plus less owls to answer and interviews to be had, if you’re stuck down here I imagine,” said the witch with an admiring grin.

    “Naturally.” said the wizard with a courteous nod and a smirk.

    “Well here it is. You can retrieve it yourself – I’m not allowed to of course – and you can listen to it as well. Just make sure to put it back so no one knows I brought you down here. I’ll wait for you outside.” She curtseyed and walked down the long hallway. The wizard waited until he heard the door shut to reach out and pick up the silvery white orb from its shelf.

    There was a tag next to it that read:


The Final Prophecy of Cassandra Trelawney

Subjects: Salazar Slytherin

Albus Dumbledore

_____?____

_____?____


    Albus Dumbledore read the tag, recognizing that it was about more people than just he and Salazar Slytherin, but the identities of the other two was still unknown. Curious as to the information within the prophecy that would signify he was one of the subjects – and the nature of a prophecy foretelling the future when Salazar Slytherin was long deceased – he pulled out his wand and tapped the orb contained in his other hand. The orb glowed white momentarily until a hazy figure that seemed to be made of white gas rose out of the orb, draped in a Victorian dress and wearing a monocle that magnified her right eye disproportionately.

    The voice Dumbledore heard was harsh and low, and when it was done, the figure dissipated, and he replaced the orb on the shelf. To an outsider, he may have seemed calm and in control, but to himself, Dumbledore worried deeply about the two unknown persons. They were in real danger, and if he did not stop the prophecy, so was the rest of the world.

    He took a deep breath, turned on his heel, and walked out of the Hall of Prophecies and the Ministry of Magic.


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