Theme # 91: Future


Fridwulfa's eyes were mean, her giant hands balled into fists. "Do not be daft," she spat. "We can not possibly consider a treaty with wizards, or with witches. Their sole plan is to take over, kill us."

Grumpdoe raised a hand, and she fell silent, though very grudgingly. "The War is open," he said, through narrowed eyes. "That boy - what is his name? Voldemort? - rises into power. The Future is uncertain and, sooner or later, we will have to make a choice - it is either the Dark Side, or the Order of the Phoenix."

Fridwulfa snarled and turned away.