"The latter half sounded decent enough, but what was that in the beginning?" Fred commented with his arms folded. "Did you write it down wrong? Let me see!"
He snatched the parchment from Ron's hand. One glance at it made his head start to ache.
Those messy circles and lines—probably not even the writer himself could recognize them. No wonder Ron had been reading it so haltingly.
Ron looked uncertainly at Harry and asked, "Did I write it down wrong?"
Harry hesitated. Trelawney's prophecy this time had not been so easy to understand, and it contained some obscure words beyond Harry's vocabulary.
So he said uncertainly, "The latter part should be more or less right... As for that line about 'marriage,' I think it was 'weaving the web of time'?"
Then he looked at Wade.
Wade nodded. "That's what it sounded like to me too."
Ron scratched his face awkwardly and mumbled, "By the time I got my quill out, she'd already finished that line, so I didn't catch it clearly..."
But at that moment, no one cared much about how he had miswritten it—they wanted to know what the prophecy meant.
"'Weaving the web of time,'" Hermione said with a frown. "Maybe it means certain events from the past, present, and future have formed a causal connection, or..."
She glanced at Wade and said, "Or perhaps someone used time-related magic to create some kind of trap?"
"I think the shadow climbing out of the grave might refer to a vampire?" Padma guessed. "Or perhaps some ancient dark creature has returned to life."
"Walking through flames... everyone, I've thought of someone." Michael stroked his chin, then looked at the others. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Padma nodded. Fred and George nodded. Padma shivered, and Harry understood what they had