Prophecy About Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Their hands touching. My stomach twists. “That’s not-” My voice cracks. I swallow. “That’s not real.” “It is,” Lord Tracon says. “Your mother hid you well. Changed records. Changed names. She was very good at disappearing.” My chest aches. “Why?” “Because of you.” The images shift. A circle. Fire. Blood. A child at the center. I take a step back. “Stop it.” “This is the prophecy,” he says. “The one written before you were born.”

She pulled down a grimoire so old the leather binding was cracking. "There's a prophecy. Old magic. Older than the Council, older than most packs. It speaks of a child born with the ability to bridge all supernatural species. A unifier who will either save our world or destroy it." "Miranda." "Possibly. The prophecy is vague about timing and specifics. But if she is the one, then everything happening at Moonrise Academy right now isn't coincidence. It's convergence. The supernatural world reaching a crisis point where we either evolve or collapse into chaos."

It was full of handwritten scrolls, some sealed behind glass, some just rotting in piles like forgotten rumors. I started reading through prophecy after prophecy, starting with the 16th century. After an hour or so had passed, I still hadn’t found anything about the rebirth of a moon priestess, but I did find two that were scarily accurate. The first one predicted the Great War, which, taken by itself, was not particularly impressive. But the last part of the prophecy read: “drinkers of blood will spill the blood of the werewolf but none shall stain any Lycan.”

" Now." Victor did not move, his sneer firm. "Do you think you can protect her from this, Blackwood?" What's to come? You cannot. She is already in too deep. "And when the time comes..." His eyes returned to mine, and his voice fell to a terrifying whisper. "You will do exactly as the prophecy says. "Whether you want it or not." The air in the chamber became heavier, and the tension crackled like a live wire. My pulse raced, and panic clawed at my chest.

"Not critical yet. But entities from other realities are starting to notice Earth again." Jamie moved closer to Kai. "Can you strengthen them?" "I'm working on it." Phoenix turned to face us. "But there's something else. I'm seeing a prophecy take shape." Nobody moved. Prophecies didn't happen often and when they did they usually meant something big was coming. Stella's hand went to her stomach where baby Ross was napping. "What kind of prophecy?" "It's about the next generation." Phoenix's eyes moved from couple to couple. "Your kids. The ones not born yet too."

“ They are kind of allergic to its smell but camphor won’t do much harm.” “ I was wondering if I should slip a few camphor tablets into Alex’s clothes.” “ That is a good idea, Eva. Go ahead.” I got up and started walking upstairs but Eric called me back, “Eva, I have found the Prophecy.” I was beside him in the blink of an eye, “ What does it say, Eric?” It says ‘When a mortal traps the darkness in the ring of love, The kingdom of vampires would crumble.’ “ Do you think this prophecy is talking about Alex?” I asked in a shaking voice.

As soon as she touched them, she recoiled with a blood-curdling scream. "The children of the prophecy!" she screeched, her voice echoing through the room. My heart raced as we both stared at her in confusion. "What prophecy?" I quizzed, my brows furrowing. The witch's voice was low and eerie, filled with ancient wisdom. "For unto us shall be given a child of prophecy who shall possess the power of the moon goddess."

"No excuses. Just brother to brother. Why do you want to leave?" I hesitate. My mind is a mess. But maybe… Maybe I should tell him. "I think I figured out the prophecy," I say finally. "Something the witches haven’t discovered yet." Nate's face drains of colour as I explain the true meaning behind the parchment left behind after the fire. When I finish, he just stares at me. His jaw is tight, his grip on his glass white-knuckled. Then he exhales, running a hand through his hair. "This is insane."

The electricity searing through her, followed by the wild, heated burning sensation. “Why are you telling me this?” Jessica asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. “We are all connected, you and I,” Elias paused, “And the others. We are all involved in this; the prophecy has made it so.” Jessica felt her stomach knot and twist at his words, “Others? You mean….”

Now the question is, has there been a reincarnation of a higher deity or there is a much more powerful magician in that pack? Not knowing what it really is frustrated the great wizard in monumental altitudes. How can someone with such a powerful, dominant and oppressive aura be residing in the human realm undetected? Who is it? When he presented his vexation to his panel of counselors, they were equally perturbed. Amidst all the confusion, Harold suddenly jolted up. "It is the prophecy! It is the prophecy! The prophecy is finally coming to pass. We have no time anymore. We have to move. We need to get ready. There is no time at all. We wasted enough time already!"