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This story is No. 1 in the series "Lost and Found". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: There had always been something missing in her life. Finding out what is harder than it looks. The journey from Isabella Lupin to Buffy Summers. Prequel to 'Found'

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Theme: Real FamilyMerisidaFR153526,31642731,7467 Jun 1211 Jul 13Yes

Prophecy Girl

LOST


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A/N: Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing, I know I haven't been spending as much time on this as I have on the rest of the series, but I haven't forgotten it :).




14. Prophecy Girl



“I hate Divination class.”

Isabella nodded enthusiastically to her friend as she scribbled down a note to remind her of the latest homework that Professor Trelawny had set them.

She had never been a fan of Divination class herself since the work was so varied. There was never a right or wrong answer, and it was just as easy to make up the answer as it was to actually try and predict something. Isabella found that she had absolutely no talent for divination so she had given up trying.

The class was just ending and the students were all packing away their books and quills as Professor Trelawny worked her way around the tables, discussing various predictions that the students had made. She came to Isabella's table that she shared with her Ravenclaw friend, Emma.

“Ah, and how did you two get on today? Did you see anything interesting in your crystal ball?” Their teacher leaned down closer to them, her big eyes staring at them in interest.

The pair sent each other identical looks and Isabella smiled up at her teacher, putting on her best sarcastic voice. “Yeah, I saw the world being over-run by killer owls that tried to peck out our faces!”

Professor Trelawny didn't look very amused. She cleared her throat and stood upright in that annoying way that teachers did when they were unimpressed. “Miss Lupin I've just about had enough of your blatant disregard for this class. Stay behind and help me tidy up the room.”

She groaned as her teacher walked away.

“It could be worse, you could have gotten detention for that.” Emma reminded her as she grabbed up her bag and left the room, “Good luck.”



Now that the room was empty save for herself and her teacher, Isabella let a loud sigh escape her lips.

“The books, please, Miss Lupin.”

With an eye roll she stood and began collecting the various books that students had left on their tables.

“Why do you hate divination class so much? It is a valuable skill to learn.” Her teacher asked as she sat on the desk and watched.

Grumbling that her teacher was basically using her for slave labour, Isabella picked up another few books and balanced them in her arms. “I don't hate it, it's just not my favourite. I mean, seriously when am I ever going to use it in real life? I don't see any point to it. It's not like there's some great destiny in store for me.” She laughed at the thought.

Isabella walked past some more tables collecting books as she did, pausing after she realised that her teacher had not replied. She turned around to face the woman and paused. Professor Trelawny was staring at her blankly.

“Professor?”

When she still received no answer she stepped closer by a few paces. “Is there something on my face?”

Her teacher jumped slightly, taking in a deep breath, her eyes widened to a near impossible size. “Into each generation one is born. She alone is chosen to fight against the odds, to slay the demons and vampires and protect the world from the spread of darkness... But the blood of the chosen will unleash hell on earth, the dark Master shall rise and the Slayer will die... You are fated.”

The books fell from Isabella's arms and crashed to the floor with a loud thud just as Professor Trelawny blinked and shook her head, coming out from her daze. Slowly she registered the terrified look on her student's face.

“Isabella, what hap-”

But the girl was already half way out the door, her retreating form running through the corridor and away from the divination classroom.


“What was all that about?”
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