The Prophecy of Darkness
The four Marauders were seated in the living room in the house which they shared with each other and Lily, temporary as the arrangement was. There was a wedding being planned, and they had to do their share of the work. They spent their free time - as little as they had - pouring over the scroll. And yet they weren't making any progress, which frustrated all of them to no end. All they could figure out was that the prophecy was related to the four of them somehow, but the details eluded them.
In the end, it was Peter who came up with an idea.
"Aparecium," he whispers, pointing his wand at the scroll.
And then the additional text appears.
For those who want to know more, seek out our journal - The Founders
"But where could we find their journal?" Sirius asks, frowning.
Peter says nothing, but it is apparent that he is contemplating something else, if the expression on his face is any indication.
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The atmosphere is sobering, for a wedding. Having knowledge of a secret such as this one often tended to put a damper on things. Which was one of the reasons that James decided to have a wedding now rather than later. The ceremony itself was quick and simple, and it went even faster given that they knew their roles by heart. The important thing was the merriment afterward.
"You should dance with Marlene," Sirius says, sitting down next to Peter. "You two are good for each other."
Emboldened by a few glasses of wine, Peter does just that, and it seems that the two of them are having fun, at least from where Sirius is standing, or sitting.
The revelry is interrupted by Remus, who runs out of the house, looking panicked.
"The scroll!" he shouts, his breathing shaky. "It's gone!"
"What do you mean 'gone'?" Sirius is next to him in a flash, trying to calm him down
"I mean it's not where I left it this morning!" Remus whispers, and his voice sounds frantic.
"That means that there is a spy in our ranks and...shit!" Sirius swears quietly. "Which means that they're probably after the journal as well. We must stop them. I will alert Pete. I don't want to ruin James' big day. The three of us can handle this on our own."
"What if it's a trap?" Remus asks.
"Then we'll just have to wing it," Sirius says. "Either way, we're going."
Remus had his doubts, but knew that there was no talking Sirius out of this one, so he just nods.