I'm a horrible human being.

Before you start yapping about how terrible an author I am, I am here to tell you that I've got FIVE THOUSAND WORDS TYPED IN THIS CHAPTER! And I finished about four thousands of them in two hours, so yes, I am working hard. I partially did this out of distraction for a...thing. I won't tell you the thing because any mention of the thing will set me on fire...probably literally. But yes, there is another interactive part at the end of the story that you will see, and I'll post the prize down below!

So we're back, in case you lost track, this is what happened last time, on

operation time turner

(you see what I did there? Well, you would if you watched Glee)

Lily Potter, James Potter, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Aly Longbottom, Lysander Scamander, and Scorpius Malfoy accepted a quest to go back in time and stop Lord Voldemort's new, time-travelling followers, the Death Cult, from killing Harry Potter.

They began to get tangled up through all the dramas of Harry's seventh year, and a trageic death happened, young Alice Longbottom gave her life for her father's happiness, and so, Neville married his true love Luna Lovegood instead of Hannah Abbott, whose daughter in the new timeline, Ella Gardner, turned out to be the one that predict the prophecy that lead the group into the quest, as well as inspired Aly to take her own life.

In present day, the rest of the six are trying to piece their lives back together after the mission. James and Lily turned to the Aurors, except when James met the Death Eater that killed his brother Albus, he wanted revenge. Lily just stopped James from killing Rabastan Lestrange, the murderer, but James' bloodthirst isn't filled.

Rose Weasley loves Scorpius Malfoy, and he loves her, though their love was briefly interuppted from Rose's jealous best friend Lysander. All goes well, as the two admits their love and resumes dating. Rose does begin to have doubts on her usefulness in the team, and eventually decides to hear the prophecy again in order to gain more details.

Meanwhile, Hugo returns to Hogwarts for his sixth year, and meets the ghost of Ella Gardner (long story), as well as visit Neville, in hoping on finding some connection with the late Alice, only to find a surprising twist, as Aly turned out to be alive...sort of...

Woah, all that in 21 chapters? Oh well, here's the 22nd.

Chapter 22: Lost Track Of Time

The Dark Lord's fate is not yet locked

His cult shall rise and reverse the clock

The children of the seven shall be offered this quest

To turn back the time and preserve what's right

The ending is the new beginning as the titanium is turned

Death escaped again as two worlds will merge

The Prophecy of the Children of Seven, as told by E. Gardner

September Year 2023 Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Aly joked.

Because you are, Hugo wanted to tell her. You look exactly like my Aly, yet you're not her. The resemblance was uncanny, after all, Aly in her old life time had resembled strongly to Neville, but Aly in this life time, or Alyson, as they referred her to, had a bit of Luna's characteristics too. Her once dark brown hair was long and dirty blonde, tied back because it was late, and very messy. Her own chin and built remain the same, so did her brown eyes, she was Aly.

"Sorry." A flow of memory went through him, both Alys swirled inside his head, Hugo felt like he was going mad. His life changed so drastically, it seemed, that Aly was Luna's daughter, for one thing…she was wearing a blue tie instead of a red one.

"Ravenclaw." He stared dumbly at her. They must have not been as close friends, if Aly was in Ravenclaw, they certainly knew each other because their parents were friends, but they weren't nearly as they were before. He remembered giving her a birthday present every year, present only because his parents were, and how she was a girl that looked awfully alike to Cho Chang would laugh together, while he and Lily felt slightly out of place. All the other kids were Ravenclaw as well.

"What?" Aly, Alyson, whatever she was, asked.

"Sorry." Hugo was suddenly aware of Neville's glance on him, he must have remembered Aly from his own seventh year, but would he make the connection?

Time travelling was very confusing.

"Alyson Longbottom, go back to bed right now!" Neville said sharply, while Frankie hid in his wardrobe, "You too Frankie!"

"Not fair!" Alyson protested, but trudged out the door, Hugo made a split second decision and torn after her, shouting a hasty goodbye to the Longbottom boys.

"Aly!" He shouted as he torn after the girl, even though she was turning the other way towards the Ravenclaw Tower, "Wait, Aly!"

She turned around quickly, "You know I'm not one for nicknames Hugo." Alyson said, "It's Alyson, or nothing."

"Ummm…" He said awkwardly, "Alright."

She looked at him, with the same eyes, and all of the sudden he was fidgeting like crazy. He was never nervous in front of Aly, they were best friends, but apparently, there were different feelings when it came to Alyson.

"Um…Alyson." He said, the name sounded weird (Aly was short for Alice, not Alyson.), "Alyson…"

"Yes, we've established that is my name." She said gently, encouraging him on. Of course, she had to be just as kind, kinder, even, because of Luna's genes, "What's up Hugo?"

"What you like to go for dinner sometimes?"

She blinked, he blinked, did he seriously just say that?

"Alright." She said brightly, "At the next Hogsmeade outing, I presume."

"Uh…" he said, what was he getting himself into? "Sure."

"Perfect!" Alyson said happily, and skipped off without a doubt. The Aly he knew was always a little unsure, resulted in the absence of her father and just her own personal insecurity, but Alyson seemed to carry herself without a care from anyone else, just like Luna.

He can't figure out if that was a good thing or not. Hugo went the opposite way towards the Gryffindor Tower alone, and just arrived at the place where he saw Ella the same night before he realized what he had done.

"I have a date with Alyson Longbottom."

October Year 2023 Ministry of Magic

For her entire fifteen years of life, there was no place Lily would rather be in than at the Auror's office, training, working, and living. She always thought that people like Rose that hid in the library were wasting their time, why stick their head in a book when they can be out there? Fighting?

That was, of course, just before her brother used a Cruciatus curse on a Death Eater, even in weeks after so, they were still dealing with the consequences.

"I just don't understand!" Her dad yelled at James. They were getting into another one of their arguments. Over September, they have been to all the houses of ex-Death Eaters and their family. There weren't a lot, since most Death Eaters went to Azkaban after the Second Wizarding War. Some dueling happened, the occasional curse, no causality thankfully, but James grew more aggressive in every raid.

No repeat of Malfoy Manor, thankfully, but Lily can tell that James was going to crack soon.

"He killed your son!" James screamed, waving his hand wildly, "It's not revenge, dad, it's justice."

"The Unforgivable Curse lands you a lifetime in Azkaban." Harry said shortly, "You're just lucky that you came back from a huge Auror mission, otherwise you would've been a goner for sure."

"Then throw me to Azkaban, I don't care! There are more Death Eaters there for me to kill." James roared back.

Every time James acts like this, Lily closes her eyes. It seemed that when Albus was died, she didn't just lose one brother. Of course, James always took it harder than she did, regarding it as his own stupid fault, of course he would feel more strongly about this sort of things, but then he goes and throws an outrageous suggestion like that…

"Absolutely not." Harry said firmly, "James, you have your entire career in front of you, don't waste it on a stupid Lestrange."

"I'm not wasting it on him!" James snapped, "I'm doing this for Al!"

And the argument continues, Lily wasn't even sure why she was here. It started as a debriefing for their mission from the Avery Mansion, but then it turned into an interrogation of James' behavior, which Lily said (earnestly) that he manage to spare their lives, and the debate began.

Whoever thought that the fighting would stop after a war is delirious, it was almost worst, because it happened between families.

"You have to get over this, James!" Harry was saying now, standing with his hand on his desk, like a lion ready to pounce, "Your brother would want that."

"We'd never know, would we!" James yelled, "You've lost enough family members dad, didn't you want to kill Bellatrix for Sirius? Or Snape for Dumbledore? Or Voldemort for your parents?"

Harry looked pale, that struck a nerve, they never talked too much about Harry's own feelings during the war, it was painful. Usually he'd give some re-enactment of the battle and laugh themselves silly when Voldemort the Pillow is ripped to pieces. Lily knew the real deal was a lot worse than a pillow, but to have James exploit this to justify his own anger…

"Enough!" She yelled shrilly, two head turned, "Dad, we didn't find anyone at the Avery Mansion, it seemed that they've disappeared over night. I'd say we look into it, because Death Eaters turned good don't just vanish when there is a Ministry raid."

Harry straightened his robe, sitting down and trying to calm his nerves, "Thank you Lily." His voice was strained, "Call Ricky and tell him that we'll send another troop over to the mansion tomorrow."

"Will do." Lily said, put didn't move a muscle, she looked over at James, beckoning him to the door. She knew that if she left the two of them in the room alone, they'll just start fighting again. James didn't move as well, but clenched his fist together, and taking very small breaths, as if he was in yoga class, though his expression told Lily that he was anything but calm.

"James, you want to handle it?" Lily asked politely. Usually she'd just tell him to suck it up and deal with it, but this was far worse than a stolen potions kit or broken heart. This was Al, the most important thing in both of their lives, she had to deal with it delicately.

"I'm on it." He said tersely, and swept out of the door with a flourish of his robes. Harry took a sigh of relief, and leaned back in his chair, looking obviously exasperated.

"I just don't know." He didn't seem to be talking to Lily, but she listened anyways, "Al, and James, this shouldn't have happened, the war was over."

"The war is never over." Lily whispered softly, wondering since when was she the one giving advice, "It's just fighting with pockets of peace in the middle."

Harry looked up and smiled, his youngest daughter seem to hold the wisest worlds. It had been nearly a year that she was gone on her mission, but she seemed to grow up a decade.

"I know." He sighed, "I know Lils, and I love fighting them, it's a thrill every time, and I'd do it forever if I could."

"But you just don't want us to." Lily finished.

"Of course not." Harry admitted, "What kind of parent want that kind of pressure on their child?"

"We can handle it, dad." Lily said soothingly. She cried many once, or twice, in front of other people. It wasn't just because she was naturally tough and a good actress, but many, she just didn't think about said things unless she had to, "We'll be fine, and you will be too."

October Year 2026 Ministry of Magic, Atrium

"What are you doing?"

Rose inwardly cursed. When she said to herself that she didn't want to be caught on this mission, it wasn't an invitation for the world to turn against her, even though they clearly had other thoughts. The familiar voice rang sharply in the Atrium, too loud…

"Scorpius." She whined, "Shut up!"

"I won't unless you answer the question." He said stubbornly, his grey eyes as piercing as always, except now it wasn't just sharp, but deadly, "Rose, what are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing." She stalled, but that wouldn't work. Scorpius was an Auror in training, he had twenty different ways to interrogate a person, and three of which involved the Argentina flag, "Scorpius, what are you doing in the Atrium at 5AM in the morning?"

"Actually, I came at 4, been lounging in the library for a while." He feigned a yawn, but at her eyes, he admitted the truth, "Okay, you kind of gave your mother a scare when I went over this morning, so I just guessed at random where you are."

"Merlins, I forgot she had early shift." Rose put a hand to her face in frustration of her forgetfulness, "Was she mad?"

"Not as much as scared." Scorpius shrugged, "Seriously though, what are you doing here?"

There was no point in lying to Scorpius, who knew her just as well as her own brother did. Rose shuffled her feet, and felt the moment before the secret fell weighing on her, and let it drop, "I'm sneaking into the Department of Mysteries."

Lily would've asked a billion questions, Hugo would gave her a weird look, and Lysander would start giving a million reasons why that was an absolutely horrible idea, but Scorpius just nodded, "Cool, I'll come with."

"You should go to my house, and tell mum not to worry." Rose insisted, "You know, she has an overthinking thing."

"I know." Scorpius sighed, "I've been dating you for a while now."

"So you can't come!" Rose said in triumph, "You've got to Apparate to my house, tell my mum that I'm all right, and stall her until I get out of the Prophecy Depart—" Crap, that gave everything away.

"Looking for a certain prediction, are we?" His grey eyes were know glistening with mischief, "I can't resist this now."

"Ugh!" She gave up, it was impossible to deny Scorpius when he's being all—all weirdly charismatic and charming, with a side of annoyance laced, "Fine! Come along, but you so weren't trying."

"Maybe not." He fell in step next to her, their synchronized steps echoed in the marble floor, bouncing across the empty room. The Atrium was oddly empty, perhaps due to the earliness, most workers don't get here until 7, which hopefully is enough time for Rose to get in—and get out.

Her mother always told her that time was not to be messed with, which often was accompanied with a story of her, Hermione's, third year at Hogwarts, a tale that involved a Hippogriff, the Minister of Magic, the full moon, and a Patronus. Rose always found that tale quite fanciful, and extremely far-fetched. After her adventures in the past, Rose understood how lucky Harry, Ron, and Hermione were, their close calls and escapes. Time travelling was definitely not something to be messed with, which is why Rose didn't think that her mother would like it that much if she went around poking with the prophecy, thus the secrecy. She didn't account for Scorpius to be here though…

Looking sideway at her boyfriend, Rose then thought of how incredibly lucky she was to have a boyfriend. Sure, they don't do all the usual snogging in dark corners that Missy Turner and Parker MacMillan got up to in the seventh floor corridor, but Scorpius was a pretty good listener, and perhaps the only person in the world that gets her. Her fetish for books, her need to be studying twenty minutes after a teacher announces a test, and also her fear of not living up to her parent's values, but not in Lily or James' way, which they would risk their lives to fight for goodness, to prove their Potter's kids, they want to. Rose wasn't sure if she was up to the whole sacrifice and risk thing, just look at what happened with Snape? One sign of danger and she snapped to the other side—she almost sabotaged the entire team.

Scorpius too, both of them on the brim of becoming heroes, but not knowing if they have the guts to actually cross the line. Rose studied her walking partner with deep thought, and didn't even notice that they were at the elevator right now.

"After you miss." He said chivalrously.

"Always the gentlemen." She replied.

The ride to the Department of Mystery was quiet, neither of them knew what was down there. Of course, Rose read every book about the department last night, but it wasn't called mystery for nothing. All she gathered was that there had been heightened security from the last time someone broke in—Uncle Harry's fifth year—and it was nearly impossible for an underage wizard. Rose wasn't underage, nor was she incapable. Plus she had Scorpius.

"Turn right on the next corner." She breathed instructions to him, just in case there were voice sensors, "You should reach a black door, then it's the hard part."

"This wasn't the hard part?" Scorpius mocked, "I had to press an elevator button!" Rose ignored him and swung the door open and stepped through. Instead of the glittering halls of glass balls that graced the Prophecy Department, they faced another dark chamber. Rose sighed as she whispered Lumos, and almost jumped.

There were three bodies in the room.

"Miss!" The third one said, an elderly woman, ragged and dirty, with crumpled pieces of leafs in her hair. She seemed somehow chained to the chair she was sitting in, though Rose can see any restraint, she was sure that it had to be magical.

"What happened?" She gasped at her bloody hands, crimson red and filled the wrinkles, any thoughts of how the elderly got here Apparated straight out of her mind like a Phoenix bird "Are you alright?"

The elder was straining to speak, as if every word was costing her a slice at her arm, and by the scars bleeding at her wrist, it might not be an exaggeration, "Hungry…so…hungry."

"Rose…" Scorpius warned, "We have to go." Only then did she notice a door at their right, welcoming them to open it…towards the Prophecies…

Then she turned back to the elder woman.

"We can't just leave her." Rose protested.

"She was probably locked up here for her own reason." He whispered to her ears, away from the elder's rusting ears, "Rose, it's dangerous."

"I'll just conjure up something to eat." She said, "Or…or break the spell, what could've she done?" She stole another glance at the woman, who was croaking incoherently. Her knuckles were like knotted wood, curling painfully and scratching at her chair.

"I don't know, and I don't want to find out." Scorpius said warily, looking defeated as Rose made her way back to the elder.

"What's your name?" She asked calmly, "I'm Rose, Rose Weasley."

"The Weasley girl." She grimaced at the pain of speaking, the woman's mouth seemed to be dried out of moisture completely, "Father's the king, mother's the brilliant, brother's the dreamer, though you're the hero."

"I am." Rose agreed, though she didn't understand, how was she the hero? "Please, let me help you." Rose ignored Scorpius's groans from behind her…they were running late…but she can't let this old woman rot… "What's your name?"

The elder's eyes were searching, but not at Rose's face, they seemed to snap at everything and anything in the room, bouncing across the small chamber, "Adelaide." She whispered, "I'm Adelaide."

"Well, Adelaide." Rose said, straightening herself to her full height, "I happen to know that my father is making breakfast at this moment, pancakes and syrups, pumpkin juice and sweets, and not far from here. I could conjure some up, if you'd like."

The elder didn't speak too much, but instead nodded her creaking head, as if it was made out of metal. Before Scorpius could protest, Rose chanted her spell and her breakfast table was laid before Adelaide, she could always buy another one for dad. Adelaide's eyes widened, as if she had never seen food before. Rose shuddered to think when was the last time she did…

"We can go now." Rose agreed as Scorpius pulled at her arm. With one last look, she turned towards the door, but the croaking voice stopped them.

"Not…there…" She said, her eyes still whirling wildly, "Wrong…door… disintegrating…"

"What?" Scorpius looked alarmed, "What's disintegrating?"

"That's the challenge!" Rose said excitedly, with a smug smile, she turned to Scorpius, "We had to be kind to this suffering lady, any Death Eater would've walked by without a second glance, that door leads straight to death!"

Scorpius's eyes widened, he followed Rose silently to another exit, the one Adelaide had her back towards. It was half-hidden in the shadow, and Rose didn't even notice it when she came in.

"Weird challenge though." Scorpius muttered as they passed the happy Adelaide by, eating her pancake and gulping down her juice desperately, "Being nice, I would've opted for trolls."

His reply came in the form of a scream, as Scorpius wiped his blond head around. Rose was horror struck, staring at the scene before her…blood…death, and corpses.

"Rose?" Scorpius asked carefully, but Rose didn't hear anything beyond her screams, "Rose!"

Her grandparents…ginger haired and bespectacled…laid with their head chopped open and brains exposed to oxygen…her parents…hand still laced together, but throat slit and eyes poked out, leaving a pile of blood by their head, already turning black from time…Hugo…limbs cut off into slices, and scattered across the floor…only his head was recognizable…and then…herself, Rose, dead as well, and though there wasn't any marks or scars like all others, she still found herself fixated on the corpse, laid with her arms bent unnaturally, chest unmoving, as if she was a really good wax statue.

"Everyone…dead…" She managed to mutter once her screams died down, Rose was practically climbing up the wall, "Stop it!" She cried, Scorpius looked over helplessly, he couldn't see anything, there seemed to be an invisible fog lifted between the two, "Just stop it!" Her screams were raising his hair, a sound that no human sound ever need to made, "Scorpius!" She cried out, looking at the final body, her boyfriend's blond hair shaved off…his grey eyes losing all sign of life…

"I'm here!" He called to her, but somehow didn't reach her, the fog was lifting between the too, "I'm here!" He tried again. Rose was shivering traumatically, arms wrapped around herself, as if she can protect herself…her wand was laid forgotten.

"I'm dead…" She whispered, fixing her eyes on the dead Rose, there wasn't any fire, but her skin felt as if it was burning, "I'm dead…"

Scorpius wasn't known for his excellent grades, that wasn't as important in the Malfoy family as connections, but he did know something was wrong as Rose was looking at her own, dead body. An idea came over his head, as he stepped in front of her boldly, the fog lifted, his mind was clear as ever. Suddenly, the dead Weasley family, and him, was gone, a great big crack was heard in the air. The empty scene materialized into something else though, the shadowy figure of Lord Voldemort.

"You failed me." He rasped, "You would've been great in my rank, Scorpius. You're a filthy blood traitor."

"Of course I am." He said.

"You will be punished!" The Dark Lord's voice hungry, hungry for killing and power, "You're worthless to be!"

"But at least I'm not an illusion." Scropius said boldly, praying what he was about to do was going to work "Riddikulus!"

Crack! And then nothing, but the silent still screamed, echoing off Rose's cries momentarily. Scorpius turned over to the red-haired girl right now, seeing her body, still shaking, but also healing.

"A-a boggart." She hiccupped, recomposing herself, "Tt-hat's brilliant."

"Only the brave." Scorpius noted, "No coward can be sane after seeing the prophecies."

"Right." Rose smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, at least she was trying, "I was really useless, wasn't I?"

"None less." Scorpius said breathily, "I would've been disintegrated if it wasn't for your niceness."

"Thanks." She said sheepishly, noticing another black door appearing, where her dead family members were momentarily, Alohomora, and the door was open. Rose was prepared for the third challenge, may it be a dragon or a hippogriff. Instead, there was nothing inside but a statue of a sphinx, regal and with a twisted smile, looking down at the two with its beady eyes.

"Quite a let-down." Scorpius whispered, but Rose did not take her eyes away from the statue, she thought of her books, and everything there is to know about sphinxes, of course there had to be more than just this. Sure enough, it starts to speak just a few moments later in a low, raspy voice.

"I can be Sun

I can be sand

I can be bird

What am I"

"A riddle!" Rose said delightfully, "Brilliant!"

"How is this brilliant?" Scorpius complained, his wand at hand and probing it at the statue, but it didn't move, "We can hardly jinx a sphinx."

"I just mean the security is a lot better." Rose said, "Most wizards are rubbish when it comes to logic. It's like the puzzle Professor Snape put up to protect the Philosopher's Stone."

At Scorpius's blank stare, Rose sighed, "My mother's first year? Nicholas Flamel? Elixir of Life?"

"Sorry." He said sheepishly, Rose turned back to her riddle. Sun, sand, and bird, and more importantly, what they have in common. She had no idea the type of defense to get into these places, but she was at least right to think that they wouldn't be fatal, after all, it was the Ministry. A riddle though, that's an amazing idea, this way, it only ensure the brilliant-minded to access the next chamber, therefore eliminating pretty much every Death Eater.

"Can we have a hint?" Scorpius asked, the sphinx looked mightily annoyed.

"You time is nearly up." He said emotionlessly, "A few more moments, and I'll have to make things more difficult for you."

"Rose…" Scorpius hurried, he was terrible at these riddles, "You've nearly got it?"

"Just about." Rose's mind was turning. Every book she had ever read in her entire eighteen years of living was going to come down to this moment, yet her brain was nearly frozen…if only she had more time…

"I've got it!" She yelled so loud that Scorpius bumped into the statue, which send the Malfoy boy an annoying look. Quickly she told the answer, which did not make the sphinx particularly happy, but thankfully, it didn't make it bloodthirsty either.

"You may proceed." He said, sounding awfully close to the man at the counter at a Muggle movie theatre, Rose watched as a door appeared onto their right.

"You think this will ever end?" Scorpius asked as they approached the door, "What if it's just a trick? Letting us go endlessly about the puzzles so that we'll eventually die in here."

"It won't be." Rose assured him, but she knew that he didn't quite believe her. Instead of arguing, she stepped through the threshold towards the last quest.

"I can't believe this!" She cried, "After Adelaide, a boggart, and a sphinx, the best thing they've got us is a bloody puzzle!"

They stared at the table in front of them, a thousand pieces scattered across the surface, there wasn't even a picture for reference, just a lot of pit of colors. Rose was great at puzzles, not to brag, but the last time she completed a puzzle of this size was when she was still in Hogwarts, and still has free-time, even so, she would've taken at least a week.

"We've got to get this down." Rose rolled her sleeves, settling herself over the work, "Corner pieces first." When Scorpius didn't settle beside her, Rose had to look up again, "What are you doing?"

"There's the door." He pointed towards the black exit in the end of the small room, "Suppose we'd just walk through it."

"Suppose a Manticore jumps out and eats our face off." Rose replied, gathering three pieces and tried to make them fit, "We had to do a challenge for all of them, so why not this?"

"Because, the last time there was a door right in front of us, an old lady was dying. This time is different, there is a door, no one's in danger, they won't repeat a challenge, and we can totally take on a Manticore, let's go!" Scorpius retorted, headed towards the door, Rose pulled him back immediately.

"This is how it's supposed to go, we finish the puzzle, we get to go through the door, it's the rules." She put a hand at his shoulder, partly out of comfort, and partly to keep him there, "Scorpius, you can't be sure that you won't be hurt if you walked through there."

"I'm tired of the rules, alright!" He exclaimed, shrugging off her hand. Rose pretended she wasn't affected, "I'm tired of all these puzzles, and I'm open that door, because as far as I can see, there is nothing to stop me."

"Great." Rose said sarcastically, didn't he see how dangerous it might be? Adelaide told them that if they stepped through that door two chambers ago, they'll be break down into atoms, and now Scorpius wants to step through a door without doing what they're supposed to do, "A real Slytherin, always playing against the instructions."

Scorpius didn't reply, but instead opened the door cautiously, still with his hand in hand and ready to strike at any moment—nothing. The door opened up to a room that almost blinded Rose, and she was standing a good few feet away. When her vision was repaired, her eyes widened at the sight, and she dropped the puzzle piece of a small flower pot she was holding.

"Told you." Scorpius grinned winningly, "The Prophecy Department."

In the end, it was Scorpius being a Slytherin that saved them the time. Rose followed him quickly, blushing embarrassingly and not letting his smug face go to his head. So she was a little rule following, didn't make it that horrible when it came to the Adelaide challenge.

Their mind quickly got off their argument previously as they stepped into the room, tall shelves of silver, whispering glass balls was stacked on every row and column. There was no overall light, every prophecy seem to be emitting their own glow, ghostly and ghastly. Rose shivered, even if there was no wind, there was a feeling of general creepiness, but also fascination in the air.

"Let's just find it." She said quickly, "Prophecy of the Children of the Seven, shouldn't be too hard, it's a pretty big one." Her stomach dropped again. Her eyes swiped the room, wondering how many other prophecies are made about her…

Before her mind could wander, a brilliant red spark came from the right. Rose turned to tell Scorpius to stop goofing around, but what she found was much worse.

"Run!" A voice yelled, most likely Scorpius. It was chaos, just like when her parents were here, Rose briefly noted. She remembered how the books she read described it as a swirl of dark smoke in the midst of the brilliant silver light, and decided that it couldn't be possible to really saw that. It was all a huge blur, every action, she can only understand the colors and how she must avoid them. somewhere in the head though, she knew one thing.

The Death Eaters passed the tasks.

Yes, Death Eaters attacked. Yes, it's cliche, and Yes, Scorose is adorable, especially their banters, all that aside, there are actually TWO part of the interactive part of this chapter.

Number 1, for all you common folks, here's the questions of the week that has to be answered.

Doctor Who?

Okay, just kidding, I just wanted ask how everyone's school year is doing, and what they are dressing up as for Halloween. I am planning to go as a generic Hufflepuff student (Puffs!), and my Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin (That's EmpressPyrus, btw) friend are dressing up as their house as well, and we're going to do this awesome walk thing into the school, it's kind of epic. My mom's knitting the scarf! Since I can't knit for my life.

Anyhow, here is the second part, I did mention that riddle in a challenge (which, if you noticed, tested Rose and Scorpius's kindness, bravery, wisdom, and resourcefulness, like the four houses), and since I didn't reveal the answer, it's up to you!

"I can be Sun

I can be sand

I can be bird

What am I"

Yup, it's pretty challenging, read the chapter over, especially that part, for the hint. It's kind of subtle, yet not if you know the answer. Maybe it's a pretty common riddle, but I don't know since I'm not all up in the riddle fandom (is there such fandom?). So if you REVIEW this chapter with the answer, and explanation in it, I'll be forever grateful and might even give you a sneak peek (perhaps, if I get more writing done this weekend, which I probably will, since I'm trying to be distracted from the thing).

MWA! Love you all, and hope you have a fantastic thanksgiving weekend! Unless you're not a Canadian, then it's awkward...

~Lilies