The day it was decided
The old man smiled as he stared at them. They would be powerful, yes, but also brave and loyal, kind and just. All that one could want from leaders of the light. They would stop the evil that was creeping up around everyone. The black, inky substance that you could almost taste. Yes, they would be great one day, but with power comes responsibility, and often times pain. He did not want them to have to experience such pain as he had, but it was up to fate, not him. With that, he disappeared in a flash of silver light.
Albus Dumbledore frowned. He felt uneasy, he had felt a slight tremor in the wards guarding Hogwarts. On habit, he looked down at the Gryffindor table, relieved to see Harry safe. That boy had gotten into more trouble than anyone else at Hogwarts, he reminisced fondly. Then he frowned. What had been the cause of the tremor? Startled by the sound that was becoming less frequent by the day, he looked down at the Gryffindor table again, happy to see Harry laughing. The lovely Ms. Weasley was good for him. He hadn't seen Harry laugh since Sirius had gone through the Veil. What Albus Dumbledore didn't know was that at that very moment, plans were being made for both Harry and Ginny, plans that would change both their own and the people around them's lives forever.