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I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS . . . or do I? [DUN-DUN-DUN]

Seriously, I don't.

THE ONE

"So, you think he's the one?"

"Well, who else could it be?"

"Perhaps the boy's brother? His aura feels just as powerful as the elder's, maybe a sprinkle more, and he has a scar as well."

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, my dear Minerva. The younger boy's scar is a lightning bolt, while the elder's is a snake. The one more likely to have defeated Voldemort," at this, Professor McGonagall winced, "is the one that would seem to have a stronger connection to him, and as both boys are still surrounded with the Dark Lord's energy, I would guess that the one with the one with the serpent scar would be the one who came into more direct contact with Voldemort," again, the witch cringed.

"But do you not think that the younger of the two feels a tad bit stronger?"

"This may be only because the elder has expended energy to fight the Dark Lord."

"But still, the younger seems more . . ." the professor paused, trying to think of a better word than that which was currently on her mind. Coming up blank, she gave up, and said, "More Gryffindor, I guess, if that doesn't sound too house-ist."

"Now, now, Minerva, you know that we, especially as teachers, should not discriminate based on house. I do not care which house the boys are sorted into, although I have no doubt that they will both be wonderful Gryffindors, just like their parents."

"Speaking of their parents, it was such a tragic loss, for both the Order and the magical world. They were among the brightest pupils of their age, and some of the best that ever passed through Hogwarts. Even I did not get marks as high as Lily, and there was never a seeker, even on a professional team, who could beat James on a broom."

"Yes, it is a terrible tragedy. But we cannot dwell on it any longer. That is over now; the past is in the past. We must deal with the matter at hand: which of these boys defeated Voldemort?"

"Even with all of your counseling and reasoning, I would still bet my money on the younger boy."

"Is that so? Well, we are not the same, and thus will not always have the same opinions. The Department of Secrets needs a name for the prophecy though, so I will give them Daniel's. If, in the future, I am proven wrong, then perhaps we can discuss. I must leave now. I bid you adieu, Minerva," and with a POP, Dumbledore was gone.

"I don't know why I even bother to argue with him," the professor mumbled to herself, "when has Albus ever been wrong? Still, I get the feeling, that younger boy is special – more than his brother. Well, we shall see in time." With that she placed the note on the Dursleys' front door, and too disappeared with a faint POP.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I promise the chapters get longer, but I like to write short intros.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Be as critical as you want in the reviews; I welcome all and any advice, although I do not tolerate profanity. This is my first (well, technically second) time writing fanfiction, so I'm not sure what to expect. Thanks for reading and please review!