Prophecy

Chapter 7

"Day after tomorrow, for now, I have a meeting with Arcutucus" 

*whoosh* from nothing emerged something, standing beside the young Lord Mendax.

"Tiffany may be sorry master, but this could not wait." The house elf passed a scroll, waxed with an old seal.

"Who gave you this?" Adrian asked, unsure if they had paper this old in use for day-to-day news.

"It is customary to use Old papers, master. Tiffany may not know where these came from."

"What is it?" Leta asks, unsure if it was her place to ask.

"Dumbledore is requesting to meet in the evening. What perplexes me is why this is in use for passing household messages to household members- this is the writing of a house elf!"

True to his word, the paper looked like it had been years since its making, with the old and ancient look.

"Tiffany may not know of it, master. It was what we had to use in the morning."

"Pack them up, I will see it later. My mind is unsettled at the moment. Leta, 's go to Knockturn, at least you should go through your piece of work. Tiffany, call Aunt Ursa for the meeting with Dumbledore in the evening. Winflick- you know what need to do- get those Lestranges dead and their vault added to our wealth."

Leta leaves with a pop-out from the manor.

"And I need a bit of rest- Tiffany, send an Owl to Arcturus about a meeting at two."

*pop*

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*spit* 

Elizabeth spit on the new interrogator she was placed with, but it did not matter on the black mask. Not like hers, like the one she had in her youth for her family, black mask suited everyone, but it did nothing to hide this man's ugly face.

Blood was bleeding, as it always did from someplace, but this time it was from Elizabeth's forehead, and her nose, somewhat from her eyes and somewhere along her chest.

She was bound to the chair, and she knew there was no peaceful way out from here.

"Quite early to be bitch, isn't it Miss Elizabeth? Or Is your house pride still alive?" A man, wearing a white suit entered the prison cell- or wherever it was. The ugly masked interrogator moved aside for the man there was a hierarchy in place here.

Elizabeth just gave a smile, and then a laugh.

"What are you laughing at Miss Elizabeth? Why do you not understand this is the end of the line? We want a simple thing from you."

"Althan won't sit quietly after this; you do understand that, don't you? I just do not understand why you do not fear any repercussions?"

"Althan is dead, Miss Elizabeth." Elizabeth was silent for a minute, a whole minute, but then her face reformed, one of a wide smile and heartily laugh. 

She broke down laughing, almost crying while doing so.

"Is she finally gone mad?" The black-masked man asks his superior.

"Althan is dead! Who became the Lord? Surely not Adrian or Kevin?"

The two men just looked at each other, unsure why the woman had one so mad, forgetting all the pain and suffering she had been subjected to for the last two or three days.

"Madam, we ask you little thing from yourself, and we might just spare you. I ask you to let go your worthless pride and" He was cut short by the mad woman's laughter, and just then Elizabeth stopped, her eyes went all white, her face went pale, blood draining out of her at a very strange and horrifying pace.

"What is happening!" "I don't know!" "Is she dying- we need her alive" "I don't know what to do!"

"The Drake shall Rise and the Drake shall fall,

 but none thought it shall live again, arms to call

War is what he wants, and war he shall have. Old man's folly, One man's hand, and one man's wand shall decide the birth and death of the new ERA

The truth was told, and the truth shall be called, for the Patronus shall heed it and bring the war call "

The life in her eyes dimmed as the light did, and her pale complexion went white and then a husk, only for a misty fox to walk out of her lips, leaving the room to the infinity.

"What just happened?" 

"I don't know, sir."

"What happened?" 

"I don't know"

"Call the Ministry, Call Madame Deputy President this is important, things just got out of hand."(alternative: We are in the endgame now.)

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"Arcturus! How fares you?"

The old man sat silently at Lord Mendax from his chair, giving a death stare to Adrian.

"Did you come to gloat boy?"

"Gloat? How could I? I just came here with a proposal to save the last of the Most Ancient and Most Noble of Blacks." Adrian replied the sarcasm with the word "Most before the Noble" oozing out of his face, apparent if the mask had been removed.

"I heard of it, every bit of it. Dose my Grandson with Lust potion, kill my second Branch with Lestrange's feud? What more would you need to make it apparent?"

"That is the last chance of the survival of the Blacks, Arcturus. You know it, I know it, and I don't think there are a lot of things on which we agree."

"You want to control House Black! Our lives and everything will depend on your generosity. We are a Most Ancient house! Our pedigree matches yours Mendax" The shrill voice came from the side, Walburga Black.

"Of which I have no doubt, but a controlled house is way better than a dead house Arctucus, keep this bird silent and bound. Her voice makes my ear feel funny." Walburga huffed, but Arcturus was still unmoving and silent.

"You have no shame, do you? Asking for my grandson's cock in your whore of a cousin when his father's ashes are not even cold yet. When my son's echoes could still be heard in Grimmauld's hallways? When her widow has not even received her widowed status and you dare ask of this?"

The air got cold, Adrian was unmoving, and the anger from Arcturus was showing with his magic around him. 

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