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All around the world, hundreds of glowing crystal orbs started to hum and float off of dust covered shelves that they had been resting on since the creation of the builds that housed them. They all followed invisible lines to their destinations. Passersby all staring in confusion but quickly forgetting what they had been looking at. Doors seemed to melt beneath them, floors and walls allowing them through without the slightest friction. And even the strongest wards bending to their will. They hummed on, all singing a melody of rebirth and happiness, stopping all at once when they finally reached their intended destination. Giving off only warmth and the whispers of great things to come.
All around the world, people of highest importance reached out to cradle their orbs, amazed that out of the hundreds of people to hold their positions they were to be alive when the prophecy came true.
Saul Croaker was one such man. His predecessor have spoken of this prophecy in such awe and wonder that at first he hadn’t believed the woman to be sane, that was until he had seen the hidden section within the department of Mysteries himself. The only people in the entirety of Wizarding Britain to know about this place were the lead unspeakable. Who when they first take the position they are duty bound to swear an oath, such an odd oath that when swearing it they do not understand it. Croaker had sworn his, seeing no such harm in it only later realizing that there were greater mysteries out there than even he knew. Monkstanley, after swearing him in, took him into the sorting room, opening a door then closing it, allowing the room to spin before opening a door he had never seen before. The door was ornate, standing out from its fellows in a way that seemed counter productive. When Monkstanley saw his trepidation she just laughed, “Do not worry, only those who have sworn the oath can enter here.”
She opened the door, the room contained a large orb sat upon a pedestal. The room was empty otherwise but the walls had a perfect panoramic view of the night sky, stars twinkling and shooting. She walked up to the pedestal, stroking the granite lovingly while motioning him to come near.
Croaker walked up with slight trepidation, waiting for his next instruction. “All you have to do is hold the orb with both hands, you will understand then.” Monkstanley instructed. Saul gave one last look of worry at both the orb and Monkstanley before reaching out, the thought In for a Knut in for a Galleon running through his mind.
The moment his fingertips touched the orb it lit before settling down into the most beautiful black opal he had ever seen. Hundreds of years of whispered prophecy and anticipation ran through his very being. All the hope during times of war and the disappointment when it didn’t come. All the lives spent securing the future until the Heir could finally come and right everything.