Something Confirmed
The elder centaur sitting near the made fireplace, his aging wrinkly face looking up to staring at the starry sky with contemplative look, sharpening his arrows.
“Something has changed. Mars is brighter, yet weaker.” The elder whispered to himself with a perturbed look, his startled blue sky eyes seem to see far in greater distance to see everything, yet not everything.
Suddenly, the loud raspy calls out, causing the elder centaur look up at the ancient ash tree to see the murder of ravens looking down at the elder with unidentified intense look.
“Lady Morrígu’s Sign..” The elder whispered with an alarmed tone, sharp turn to look up at the starry sky again with a sharp look.
“Yes, it has changed everything.” He affirmed and got up from the ground and poured his waterskin to cut the fireplace off.
And he ran off.
While 600 miles from here to Surrey, exact in the smallest room of 4 Privet Drive. There is a young lady who sits in the weary bed and seems to hold something in her hands but to see her expression was a mixture of shock, frightening and angst.
“No no.” She murmurs to herself quietly, not wanting to be heard by her muggle relatives, and a coo sound brings her attention to see her very close friend, yet mother to her.
Her wide warm golden eyes stare into Avada Kedva green eyes with motherly understanding and concern for her hatchling.
“Hedwig.. I am scared.” Young lady confessed to her owl friend, Hedwig tilted her head to the side and her warm golden eyes communicated to her hatchling, sharing intense communication, yet wordless.
Seems she gets an answer from Hedwig, it brings her once scared green eyes to fierce green eyes with a growing determination, yet frightening look to make the young lady to look like a powerful warrior come out from the lost history.
“We are leaving.” She softly announced to her close friend and quietly packed her stuff in her suitcase. Hedwig cooed.
Asterope Celaeno Potter, the last Potter in her once large Potter clan, is leaving the wizarding world behind.
Because she would not last only in her clan, as the trio would be born so Potter Clan would be grown again like in olden days.
Aphrodite giggled darkly, “Oh yes.” With unholy gleamed in her eyes.
The Potter Clan seemed to have gone back to Peverell Clan again.