Author's Notes: This story is complete so it will be updated often. I wrote it over three years ago; it was the first fan-fiction I ever wrote, so I know it's not my best. I decided I should probably post it anyway. Reviews are loved, flames are laughed at.
P.S. Sorry this prologue is so short. Just for that, I'll post the first chapter later today.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so sue me. Oh wait, you can't I have a disclaimer.
Prologue: What Changed Everything
It was a chilly night in 1979. Sybil Trelawney and her companion were sitting alone in the pub. Suddenly, Sybil seemed to lose control. She grabbed the arm of the person seated across from her. When she spoke, her voice was uncharacteristically raspy. Her companion listened intently as Sybil spoke the prophesy.
Sybil snapped back to reality. She looked confusedly at the look of shock on her companion's face. The other realized this and quickly regained composure.
"Sorry, I just…I just thought I saw something…never mind."
Satisfied with this answer, Sybil took a sip of her drink.
She must never know, Sybil's companion thought, Sybil Trelawney has just made a prediction that changes everything I know about this war, everything I know about Lord Voldemort. If she is correct, and she must be, it could, no it will, save the world. She has just provided the crucial piece of information in the vanquishing of the most dangerous wizard of our time. We must keep this from the world, and we must keep it from her.