Harry Potter With Prophecy Novels & Stories

At the end of the ballroom is a raised platform with three thrones. I roll my eyes, thinking of the ego on these people to consider themselves royalty. "What is your business here?" A disturbing voice rings out. I can't sense anything around us. However, Wynter raises our hands, to point to the thrones ahead of us. I may not be able to see anything, but she seems to be able to. "I have questions about a prophecy that was made. I would like to confirm my involvement in it." Wynter states. A creepy looking figure approaches us. From his movements and facial features, he could be a dead ringer for Voldemort. The thought alone freaks me out. Our situation sucked enough without having to involve

"Then say it." Vell stepped closer, voice dropping to barely more than breath. "The prophecy the Headmaster spoke aloud that first night was not the full prophecy. There is more to it, a second half, one House Corvane has kept buried for a thousand years, one they will do anything to make certain never reaches your ears." Her hand closed around Sera's wrist, urgent, tight. "Because if you ever learn the whole of it, Sera, you will understand exactly why they have spent every day since your arrival deciding whether it would be safer, and simpler, to have you quietly killed instead of trained."

“Yes, we’re good.” He nods, turning to leave. “Oh, before you go. Look at this.” I pull the Book of Prophecies to the edge of the table, running my fingers along the edge of the top left corner that has changed colors. “What do you think it means?” I ask. He runs his fingers over the area that has changed from gold to iron color. “I think the book is letting us know that you have fulfilled the first prophecy, Lily.”

“Danger… like the library incident?” ‎“Exactly like last night,” he said softly, his gaze intense. “But there’s more. The prophecy doesn’t just predict power—it predicts enemies, betrayal, and choices that could cost lives. You’re not ready for all of it, but you need to understand the stakes.” ‎I reached out, trembling slightly, and opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate writing and diagrams, magical glyphs that pulsed faintly under my touch. My shadows quivered, curling protectively around the edges of the pedestal.

The axis on which her obsession with the prophecy spins. “So, you’re sure her companion is the one mentioned in your prophecy?” I ask disingenuously. “Of course I’m sure,” she snaps. “I can feel it in my blood. The Grimoire speaks of a man cloaked in shadow, rising with fire in his mouth and storm in his hands. The wolves will kneel to him. He’s important.” I glance away, needling her just for the hell of it. “I didn’t get that impression. He seemed quite powerless to me. Just a fop with a few smooth chat-up lines.”

“What prophecy?!” Candice paused for a moment, her expression turning serious. “The prophecy said that when someone is born with the power to control all elements—light, dark, fire, water, earth, wind, and spirit—the world will bend to their will. They could either bring balance… or destroy everything.”

she beamed and ruffled both their hairs before ushering them out from her room. The smile on her face instantly dropped as soon as they were out the door while her gaze went to her left hand where the little finger remained missing. “He’s coming girls with the help from both of you, your fates are cursed, only doom lurks over your heads and I’m sorry for being the cause of it” BLOOD PROPHECY!

He stalked to the large walnut desk at the center, the color of which contrasted with the navy blue walls of the room. There was an aura of false calm around him as he sat down behind his desk, surrounded by his closest friends and advisors. “Repeat the prophecy to me,” he commanded Felicity. He had already formed his own ideas, his own interpretation of the prophecy, of what it might mean. But he wanted to listen to it again before he jumped to any conclusions. Felicity recited the prophecy word for word, the entirety of it already embedded in her memory by magic, where it would stay forever.

Sasha hesitated, her instincts warring against her curiosity, but something compelled her to lift the heavy lid. Inside lay a collection of yellowed papers, faded photographs, and a thick, leather-bound book. The smell of aged parchment hit her as she reached for the book, its cover embossed with a strange symbol she didn’t recognize. Beneath it, a folded letter caught her eye, the handwriting on the envelope eerily familiar. With trembling hands, she unfolded the letter, her heart pounding as she read: “To Sasha, If you’re reading this, it means the prophecy is in motion. You are more powerful than you realize, and your role in what’s to come is vital. But be warned—trust no one. Not even t

I can actually make you eat your words," he lazily warned. Naturally, I would have found the humor in what she had said but my heart was chilled to stone. The realization of what was happening had set in. Cave. Red Dress. Pack. Spit. Herbs. Noise. Dream. Prophecy. Curse. Puzzle. Tombs. The key to the prophecy lies in a letter wedged somewhere in the Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase. I had said this. Out loud. No. Let me put it more accurately. I had said that out loud for Darius to hear. For the witch to hear.