Mrs. Evergreen cautiously moved the dark curtains that were always drawn and peeked out of the large, living room window, scanned the illuminated street, before crossing the spacious room and sitting on the couch next to her husband. This had happened 10 times in the last hour and Mrs. Evergreen was getting frustrated with the lack of magical beings in their quaint suburban house.
"Eliza I'm sure they're on their way here. Just running late or held up with paperwork" Mr. Evergreen assured.
"But they said 9 o'clock sharp" Eliza complained before getting up and striding to the window again. "And it's almost 11 Charles!"
Charles Evergreen was about to comfort his wife when there was a very clear knock at the front door. Eliza cautiously pushed back the curtain and whispered loudly to her husband "all the street lamps are out."
Charles nodded and went to open the door for their guests.
Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor Albus Dumbledore were sitting across from the Evergreens and each enjoying a cup of tea while Professor Dumbledore was sucking on a lemon head.
"What seems to be the problem Eliza?" Professor McGonagall gently asked.
"Well we-"
"Mommy?" a tiny voice interrupted Eliza and four pairs of eyes were now on a girl who couldn't have been much older than 20 months. She had dark hair down to her mid-back and a nose that she obviously received from her mother, but her big, green eyes and pale skin came from her father. The little girl paid no mind and padded gently to old man with the long white beard, and the stern-looking lady with gray hair.
"Rowan, these are our guests, be nice" Charles urged kindly. Rowan nodded before smiling widely at the people in the funny clothing in front of her.
"Rowan honey," the little girl turned toward her mother. "Tell the nice people what you told us last week."
Rowan stood slightly taller with sense of importance and began to speak
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies,
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not,
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives,
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies,"
Rowan's voice had gone slightly croaky near the end, and the little girl rubbed her pale green eyes tiredly. "Daddy can I go to bed now?" she asked.
Her father nodded before standing and picking up the little girl, and carrying her upstairs.
After Charles had come back down only then did Dumbledore speak.
"Our new divination teacher gave the same prophecy, I fear it's about Lily and James's son. I must ask you to keep this from her until the right time. With Voldemort," He continued despite the collective winces from everyone. "Still at large I cannot say how badly he would want this information, and what he would do to get it." Charles and Eliza nodded. Professor McGonagall began to ask questions.
"How often does she speak prophecies?"
"Not often," Charles answered. "This is the second time we've seen her do it." Both professors nodded before standing
"Unfortunately we must leave," Dumbledore explained. "We're needed elsewhere and I daresay you both need to sleep."
The Evergreens had been up since 3 that morning and guessed they looked like it too, their nerves during the day must have also taken a toll.
After bidding a nice farewell to the Professors, placing a fresh set of wards on the house, and climbing into bed, the Evergreens of Sycamore Row finally fell asleep, while their daughter in the other room dreamed of a baby boy with a lightning scar.