dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || the prophecy

Several days had passed since the adventurous Diagon Alley trip and Kendra could whole heartedly say that she felt better, in body and spirit. There were still aches and pains in both, but she found that most of her physical issues had been reduced to more than the usual and most of her mental issues had repressed themselves to only come out at night, particularly when she was alone.

She did not sleep many nights, and had finally, although with no small amount of reluctance, turned to Morgana to ask for help. Though she had forgiven the witch for  the incident with the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries, as she could see that it needed to happen, but she was still a little uneasy to ask the witch for help in case her idea of help happened to be ending up in a basement again.

'Of course I'll help you, Kendra, you and I are bonded for the rest of your life, and I don't want that time to get cut short,' Morgana agreed, though Kendra could practically hear the eyeroll that the witch made as she agreed. Kendra closed her eyes, slightly anxious, and felt the curious sensation of her body being rocked off to sleep while her mind was pulled elsewhere.

Before her stood Morgana, green cloak, mysterious smile, and dark coily hair, just the same as Kendra had last seen her, which she was now realizing had been an awfully long time ago. The witch stepped forward and embraced the blonde, as though she was a mother seeing her child again for the first time in years. 

"My, my, how you've grown, Kendra, dear," Morgana cooed as she looked Kendra up and down. Kendra stared at the witch for a moment, realizing that she couldn't see Kendra as much as Kendra could not see her. She looked around. The area looked like a completely white void, with no features or depth to it at all. There was a floor that she was stood on, but she could not tell any other features other than that.

"Where are we?" Kendra asked, then mentally kicked herself for sounding astoundingly like Harry. 

"You've been here before, or have you already forgotten how we first became bonded?" Morgana laughed slightly, her laugh rich, full of power and mystery. "It's your dream, darling, I brought you into it, it's just not quite done yet."

Kendra blinked as the memories came back to her. Slowly, the white began to dim and focus onto something else. A sun-kissed summer meadow spread out before her, all types of wildflowers in full bloom, fuzzy bumblebees jumping from one to the next. A red picnic cloth and basket appeared just before their feet. Morgana took a few strides before settling onto the blanket, patting the spot next to her. 

"This is the meadow..." Kendra said to herself, slowly joining Morgana on the blanket. 

"Yes, you dream of this place an awful lot for never having been here," Morgana pointed out, a wine glass filled halfway with red wine already in her hand. She took a sip. "That's not why I agreed to help you though- I mean, I would have helped you either way, but it's not why I stuck around. There is something I need you to know."

"Something I need to know?" Kendra perked up, looking at the witch, who smiled mysteriously once more and took another sip from her wine glass.

"You, my dear, have a prophecy," Morgana said, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement, worry, and mischief. 

"What?" Kendra asked. She had heard Harry's prophecy, which had been difficult enough to wrap her head around, and now she was getting one of her own. 

"Oh don't worry, it's nowhere near as complicated as Harry's," Morgana reassured. "And I'm not sure anyone else knows it, as I pieced it together from a seer's dream."

"So it could be completely interpreted incorrectly, then?" Kendra asked suspiciously. 

"Oh no, I know what it meant, though the poetry might be slightly misleading seeing as I wrote it myself. I worked on it all day, would you like to hear it?" Morgana smiled, amusement in her eyes. Kendra held back the urge to roll her eyes, and nodded anyways.