𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔰
douz. — prophecies!

"It's fine, it's completely fine."

Persephone muttered to herself as she sat on her bed emerald curtains drawn around it even though the room was completely empty at that moment. Holding a sharp blade, Persephone flinched as she dug it across the skin of her palm, "Ow, ow, ow, ow."

Gold leaked from the wound and spread across her fair skin, tainting it, staining it. Holding up a glass vial she tried to collect as much of the liquid as possible, the vial only filling a quarter of the way before the wound on her hand suddenly started stitching itself back together, Persephone watching half intrigued, half horrified as she watched the skin close over with no sign of a wound ever being there. The gold liquid dried and stuck to her skin at a fast pace and she rushed to the bathroom to wash it off.

Standing at the sink with her wet hands gripping the porcelain tightly, Persephone stared back at her reflection intently. Her skin was smooth and without blemishes, whilst her emerald green eyes were seemingly bright and shining despite many sleepless nights, "You are not insane," she muttered under her breath, "there is a logical, or illogical answer for all of this — and if anyone can find it, it's you."

"Seph?" Walburga stood in the doorway a confused look on her face, "Are you talking to yourself?"

"Yeah, uh," Persephone ran a hand through her waist length hair nervously, "I was just giving myself a pep talk for the history of magic assignment I need to start."

"Oh I feel you there. Who actually cares about goblin rebellions right?" Walburga snorted as she rummaged around the bathroom cupboards searching for her lipstick, "You're too pretty to be doing your own homework anyway, just do what I do and flirt with one of the Ravenclaw boffins so they'll do if for you."

"Is that why I have literally never seen you do homework?"

"I do my own work for Divination!" She glared at her with no malice as she put her lipstick on in the mirror, "That stupid Professor knows when it isn't me that's done it." Professor Cassandra Trelawney was an old seer who taught at Hogwarts, apparently she was quite convincing. Persephone had never met her, as she had chosen to take Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy.

"Is it true then? She's an actual seer?" Persephone had read much about seers and she found it odd how they were often disregarded as fakes by other wizards — they could fly, kill each other with a few syllables, transform into animals and so much more. Yet seeing into the past, present and future was too much of a stretch?

Walburga shrugged her shoulders, pouting her lips in the mirror as she swiped a bit of lipstick off of her skin, "Merlin knows. All I know is she seems to know things she shouldn't," she waltzed out of the bathroom with a smile, "you coming to lunch today?"

"Yeah," Persephone nodded with a smile, "but i just need to do something quickly."

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Persephone glanced nervously behind her as she walked to the North Tower. It wasn't as though she was doing anything bad, if Cassandra Trelawney was a real seer then perhaps she would be able to see into Persephone's past, find out where she had come from.

Walking down the cold, long hallway, Persephone gazed up at the circular trap door and felt a shiver crawl up her spine at the quietness of the hall. She hoped the Professor would be there, having scarcely spied the reclusive woman at mealtimes. Climbing the ladder, she couldn't help but cough loudly as she entered room the smell of a musky smelling perfume fermenting the warm air that was heated by a roaring fire place. There were at least twenty small, circular tables crammed inside the attic room, surrounded by gaudy armchairs and fat little pouffe's. The curtains on the windows were speckled with dust — indicating that had not been opened in a very long time, the lamps and candles around the room draped with beads providing a dim light. Persephone ran her hand across one of the shelves, curiosity staring into the glassy orb of ones of the many crystal balls that were surround by an assortment of beads, feathers and some kind of tarot cards.

Picking up the box of tarot cards she examined the intricately designed box with care, "Bringer of destruction." Persephone jumped in shock at the sound of the withered voice behind her, "You're Persephone, names have such funny meanings don't you think?"

Persephone nodded hesitantly, recalling how Dumbledore had explained her name to mean Bringer of Death, "Take mine for example; Cassandra is one of the great tragic visionaries, she saw it all coming the wars, the murder, the madness. She knew she was cursed — that was her fate and she embraced it. None of us can avoid our fate, but as an witch you can honestly face it and fight it."

There was no doubt the woman before her had once been beautiful, before the harshness of time had creeped up on her a weathered her fair skin, and sunken her wide blue eyes. She was draped in expensive looking jewels and silks, her wrinkled hand pointing to the chair opposite her desk, "Sit girl, and bring the cards." Persephone sat obediently and passed the box of cards over to the woman, who shuffled them expertly, "I sense you have many questions about yourself."

"Yes," her words were quiet as she watched the woman shuffled the cards completely transfixed by her movements, "I just want to know who I am."

The seer did not some surprised as she laid five cards out in front of her face down, turning the first card over — the seer spoke in a raspy voice, "The Queen of Swords," she slid the card closer to Persephone who gazed at the image on the card in interest, the Queen of Swords sat on a stone throne decorated with a cherub, and butterflies representing transformation. She faces towards the future, with her left hand raised as if to receive, and in her right hand, she holds a sword up high and straight, representing her desire to find the truth in all matters, "representing a quick witted woman, fierce individualism and malicious intent. You are trying to rationalise things too much rather than follow your emotions and intuition, this is delaying your progress on your spiritual path as your mind wrestles with your heart. Your emotions and your intuition are just as important as your ration brain, don't disregard them or you will never find the answers you seek."

Her wrinkled hand flipped the next card over, "Judgement," a beautiful angel was painted on the card, blowing a great trumpet, from which hangs a white flag baring a red cross. A group of humans of greyish complexion stand, arms spread, seemingly emerging from graves, "the card is reversed meaning a lack of self awareness, doubt and self loathing.; the Judgement reversed often appears when you need to take time out of your busy routine to reflect upon your life to this point, and what you have learned so far. You are most likely not giving yourself the time or space to fully think about the matter and learn the lessons you need to to be able to progress with awareness."

"The Seven of Cups," a man stands before seven cups filled with various gifts. Some cups bear desirable gifts such as jewels and a wreath of victory. But others hold gifts that are not gifts at all; instead, they are curses, such as the snake or dragon, "searching for a purpose, choices, illusion, temptation. To draw the Seven of Cups in a reading shows that you need to clearly see the shadows and visions in your imagination, not only in your dreams but also in the real world. You should be careful of wishful thinking and be alert of the choices that you make. And you have many options and opportunities from which you can choose. But I warn you child beware! You are prone to illusion and unrealistic ideals. An opportunity with promises of power may sound appealing, but as you look deeper into what is on offer, you may realise it is not what it seems to be."

"The Emperor," the seers eyes fluttered frantically behind her eyelids as she turned to card over to reveal The Emperor sitting on a ram-adorned throne, a symbol of Mars. He was holding an ankh scepter in his right hand, and a globe, a symbol of domination, in his left. The Emperor was sat atop a stark, barren mountain. "The card is reversed, symbolising tyranny, rigidity, and coldness. I sense him in your life, close to you — waiting to pounce. He is domineering and rigid in his thinking. There has been and will continue to be an over-use of abuse of authoritative power surrounding you. They stem from deep insecurities and father issues from childhood. It presents a man who wants to take control of your actions and makes you feel powerless."

The last card was swiftly turned over, Persephone whitening at the sight of it, "Death." The Death card pictured the Messenger of Death – a skeleton dressed in black armour, riding a white horse. Death carries a black flag decorated with a white, five-petal rose, reflecting beauty, purification and immortality and the number five representing change. A royal figure appeared to be dead on the ground, while a young woman, child and bishop plead with the skeletal figure to spare them. But, as we all know, death spares no one.
In the background, a boat floats down the river, akin to the mythological boats escorting the dead to the afterlife. On the horizon, the sun can be seen setting between two towers, "this card represents the end of cycle, beginnings, change, and metamorphosis."

"You have already gone through a major change — a complete metamorphosis and once again you are going to go through a major change, transition, or transformation. The old version of you needs to 'die' to allow the new you to be created. I see this version of you intertwined with the overbearing Emperor. You have a dark and dangerous path ahead with these cards, filled with difficult choices that may affect more people than just you."

Persephone sat in complete shock ridged in her chair as she tried to process all of the information that had just been dumped on her — she had come to the seer searching for answers on her past only to learn of her future that seemed to be tainted with darkness and change, "Thank you, professor, but I best be going — don't want to be late for charms."

As she stood the woman leaned forward and gripped her arm tightly before gasping. Her eyes became glazed over, her once raspy voice taking on a loud, almost demonic tone that chilled Persephone to her core, "The boy will begin his flight from death before the world turns to summer, to join his companion in a never ending race from death. And when the time comes that the sky is coloured brightly at night, a foolish choice shall cause the world to plunge into a new era of darkness. The Dark Lord and his lady shall reign eternally."

AUTHORS NOTE!
Holy hell that was a long chapter, sorry guys I wanted to make up for the last one being so short and then I did so much research into tarot cards and prophecies and stuff that my brain has sort of short circuited and I'm not even sure what I've written now. All I know is my brain hurts.

What do you guys think the meaning behind the tarots/prophecy are?? I love hearing your guys' theories and opinions!

new graphic of tom and seph <333

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-summer