Chapter One – The Prophecy
Twisting the Hellmouth Challenge #0431: League of Extraordinary Women Challenge
*The idea is based on the movie League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.
*It should be a crossover.
** BtVS/Harry Potter my ideas for other fandoms are Anita Blake, and Charmed. Any of those three are fine or I guess Xena, or X-men would work as well. I'm sure there are others that I'm just not thinking of right now. But anything would be acceptable.
**Use at least 1 fandom other than HP/BtVS.
* A group of women is gathered together by someone (can be from one of the fandoms or an OC) to save the world (or magical world) from destruction or exposure (if going with magical world).
*HP woman should be Hermione (preferably) or Ginny.
*BtVS woman can be Willow, Tara, or Anya.
* Pairings are optional. Can be crossover pairings, non crossover, or no pairing at all.
**Would prefer no slash or femslash.
*Any rating is acceptable.
*Can be set before or after Hogwarts and final battle.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. That would be J.K. Rowling. More disclaimers will be added as appropriate. Suffice it to say that if you recognize the character from television, movies, or other fiction sources, it obviously does not belong to me.
Crossover: Multiple Crossovers, by the definition of the challenge
Spoilers: Lots and lots. This is set in the HP world four years after the Battle of Hogwarts, but before the epilogue of the seventh book, and the canon pairings have been maintained. Other spoilers will be listed, as they become relevant.
A/N: If you hate the canon HP pairings, or you hate Hermione, or you hate Ron, don’t waste your time on this story. There will be very little bashing.
Hermione Granger was no novice witch, no stranger to peril. She was famous throughout the Wizarding community for her years with Harry and Ron. The ‘brains’ of the legendary Golden Trio who finally defeated Voldemort against impossible odds, only four years ago at the Battle of Hogwarts. And she was training in the Department of Mysteries, where she was already regarded as one of the ‘up-and-comers’, even if she was only twenty-one. One of the ‘bright boys’, even if she wasn’t male. So she wasn’t all that worried when Harry came to see her about a prophecy. Prophecies were one of the areas the Department of Mysteries concentrated on. Even if she had never fully gotten over her first impressions of Sibyl Trelawney’s Divination classes.
She and their house elf Winky whipped up some tea and crumpets for Harry, while they waited for her husband Ron to get back from the Ministry. Ron had played some minor-league and pro Quidditch for two seasons while helping out George at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in the off-seasons, and working to get into Auror training. He had been thrilled to death when he had been selected, along with some of the other heroes of the Battle of Hogwarts. The ranks of the Aurors had been horribly thinned, thanks to all those Death Eaters, and there were still plenty of threats to track down. Naturally, Harry had been fast-tracked into the Auror program as soon as the Ministry could get him, so Harry was already fully qualified as an Auror and had been working in the field for over two years. But Ron seemed all right with that, for a change. She thought Ron had matured, as odd as that sounded for a Weasley.
It didn’t take long for Ron to apparate home and hang up his work robes. When they were first married, he would just drop them on the floor by the front door for Winky to pick up, but Hermione had quickly broken him of that bad habit. Just like she had broken Winky of the bad habit of acting like she was their slave, and not someone who just worked for them. If Hermione was going to rescue a house elf, she was going to do it her way, not the standard wizard way.
Harry let Ron sit next to Hermione on the couch, and he stood up. Then he started pacing back and forth. Hermione looked at Ron with a little alarm. They knew from experience that if Harry was worried, there was something to worry about.
Finally, Harry said to them, “You know the problems we’ve been having with these strange monsters coming in through these portals?” They both nodded. “The Ministry’s been having kittens about it, since a lot of these things have never been recorded before, and some of these things are really hard to stop. Plus there’s the very real risk that we can’t keep this out of the Muggle news for much longer. The last portal opened up in the middle of Aberdeen. If we hadn’t been able to contain it inside a store, there would have been three monsters with fangs and claws spilling out into downtown Aberdeen and mauling dozens of shoppers. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of people seeing it, and capturing it all on their cell phones. There’s no way we could contain that, and you can’t obliviate
Hermione glanced to the side to make sure Ron got the reference. Despite everything she did, there were still Muggle references and Muggle events and Muggle things he didn’t know. But he was nodding slightly, so he knew what YouTube was.
“And now there’s been a prophecy about this.” He stopped and cleared his throat. “You’re not going to like this, but it was from Sibyl Trelawney.”
“That old faker?” Ron complained.
Hermione said, “Harry, she’s not a real seer. We’ve talked about her before!”
Harry nodded. “But that’s the thing. She is. She’s had three real prophecies before this one, and hundreds of possible prophecies that we never noticed because they were buried in with her constant nutter ramblings. And it’s easy to tell when she’s giving a real, high-level one. So when she came to see me at my office in the Ministry, and she went into that weird fugue state I’d seen before, I did the encapsulo
spell, just in case.”
He took a prophecy sphere out of his pocket. “I brought it here because I realized who the prophecy was about. And I know how much it stinks to be the target of a prophecy and not know about it.”
He handed it to Hermione, who took out her wand and performed the spell to replay the prophecy. “Revisio
An image formed over the sphere. Sibyl Trelawney, just as Hermione remembered her. Only this Trelawney was looking like she was having a mild fit. The woman’s voice boomed out in dark tones utterly unlike anything she had ever heard from Trelawney’s lips.
THE GATES WILL OPEN. THE CREATURES WILL BE FREED. THE MISTRESS D’LAZZA WILL RELEASE HER ARMIES ONTO THE WORLD. NO MAN OF WOMAN BORN MAY STOP HER. ONLY THE ONE OF THE THREE, AURUM BUT NOT LILY, BROWN BUT NOT RED, MAY SUCCEED. THE ONE MUST SEEK THE SIX. THE MISTRESS OF THE GATES, NOT A MINOR BUT MAJOR. THE TREE OF RED WHO IS NO LONGER BLACK. THE CHOSEN ONE, SISTER OF SUNRISE, WHO HAS CHOSEN ALL. THE FELINE WHO HAS TURNED TAIL. ONCE WHOLE NOW PART NOT LEGS NOR ARM NOR EAR. NOT A DIETER BUT FROM DIET TO DIRECT. ONLY THE SEVEN MAY TRIUMPH. AND IN TRIUMPH NOT ALL WILL SURVIVE.
They watched as the image of Trelawney collapsed in her chair, and then blinked. She mumbled, “Oh I’m so sorry Mister Potter, I must have fallen asleep. I…”
The image froze. Harry muttered, “I stopped the spell then. It was obvious she was done.”
Hermione said, “And how do we know this is a real prophecy, and not the random dribblings of a crazy woman?”
Harry frowned, “Because two days later, while I was fighting one of the things – an eight foot tall gray humanoid thing with horns like a bull and three claws on each hand – it spoke. I had no idea these monsters were intelligent. But it laughed at me and told me that his goddess would not let someone like me defeat her. His goddess is called…”
“D’Lazza,” Hermione guessed.
Harry nodded uncomfortably. Ron muttered, “Blimey! The old bag got another one?”
Hermione thought over the prophecy. “Aurum but not lily…”
Ron said, “I know what an aurum lily is, but…”
Hermione said, “One of the trio, Ron. Aurum means ‘gold’. The ‘Golden Trio’ is us. And-”
Ron interrupted her, “Not Lily means not Harry. Not the son of Lily Evans Potter.”
Harry said, “Yeah. One of the Golden Trio. That’s us three. No man of woman born? That’s Hermione instead of us guys. Brown instead of red? That’s Hermione’s hair.” He gave her a sad look. “You just got to be the Chosen One. Sorry.”
Hermione felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She had thought more than once about how Harry had to feel, knowing he was the Chosen One, but she’d never really understood
the isolation. The dread. The fear. The knowledge that one little error could mean the end of everything. It was all on her shoulders now.
Ron massaged her neck and said, “Relax, luv. You’re the smartest witch I ever met. You can do this. You just summon up whoever these six are, and we’ll help you any way we can.”
But Hermione was thinking of the end of the prophecy. “And in triumph, not all will survive. Does that mean some of these women I gather are going to die? Because of me? Or does it mean I die too?”
Ron frowned, “Maybe it just means this D’Lazza gets snuffed.”
Harry said, “I have no idea. We all know how tricky these prophecies are. Look at the big one about me. Riddle pretty much sabotaged himself and made it self-fulfilling. So I don’t know if any of your seven have to die.”
Ron said, “Plus, remember. It’s Trelawney!”
Hermione laughed a little and hugged her husband. “Oh, Ron!”
He teased her, “Maybe you shouldn’t have dropped her class after all.”
Harry snorted. “I still can’t believe we stayed
in that stupid class. Still, if we hadn’t I wouldn’t have heard her make the prophecy about Wormtail.”
Ron said, “I know my Mione can figure out how to kick this thing’s bum. What I want to know is how she’s supposed to find her six sidekicks.”
Harry smirked and held the prophecy sphere in his hand.
Hermione blinked and then grinned. “Right. Voldemort’s spell to attack you through the prophecy sphere.”
Ron groaned, “That thing he never got to use because we busted his plans at the Ministry? Man, if I never have to fly on another thestral again…”
Harry said, “And don’t forget Draco’s the one who turned the spellworks into the Ministry, along with all that other Voldemort-related junk. Do you trust him that much?”
Hermione said, “Malfoy may be a weasel-”
“Ferret,” interrupted Ron with a grin.
Hermione managed not to snicker. “-Okay, a bouncing weasel, but he’s been straight with the Ministry about this. Harry, he thinks you saved his mum. He hates owing you a debt. He even took Veritaserum to prove he wasn’t lying.”
Ron said, “Okay, I agree on that part. But I don’t want you using Voldemort spells.”
She rolled her eyes. Just a little bit. “It’s not dark magic. It’s just a very clever bit of charmwork that lets you use a prophecy sphere to target someone named in the prophecy. So I can use it to find each of the six women, and… umm… talk them into helping.”
Ron groaned, “Oh, that’s going to go over so well. I can see it now. ‘Hi, I’m a pretty witch but I’m a good witch who fights really dangerous evils, and I want you to come to another land and fight an evil goddess who has a monster army! It’ll be fun! Oh, and there’s a prophecy you might get killed too.’ They’ll jump
at the chance.”
Hermione would have hit Ron on the arm, but he’d called her ‘pretty’, and that always made her melt. After all, they’d been married less than a year, and they were still in the honeymoon phase of the marriage. She looked at Ron, he looked at her, and they both knew. As soon as Harry left…