Description
In the department of mysteries, In the hall of prophecy, a new orb emerges. "Seven shall rise when the world stands on the edge, Bound by fate, through time they shall pledge. The past holds the key, the future's last thread, To heal what was broken, to wake what is dead. A lion of justice, a seer's mind sharp and wise, A serpent of healing with truth in his eyes. A prophet who watches, a heart filled with light, A guardian of knowledge, the sword in the fight. A warrior of earth, both steady and brave.. With roots that defy even death's darkest wave. A judge who stands where right must prevail, A keeper of secrets behind time's veiled trail. Together they travel, the lost years unfold, To rewrite the story, before fate turns cold. Seven shall rise, or magic shall fall, The past must be mended, or doom takes all." A TIMETRAVEL FANFIC ___________ ___________ Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. Warning: Use of violent and cussing words
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