"The one born the eighth month
On the sixteenth day
Hair of red
Soul of fire
Brothers six
Pure blood runs though her veins
And the opener of the secret chamber
Born year of the false fall
Shall wed the Chosen one
By his seventh year
A babe born the next year
Ultimate protect
The babe is the key of defeat
Of the Dark Lord"
"Oh dear!" Minerva McGonagal said as Sibil Twelanery snapped out of her trance and started crying again. She rushed up to the office of the late Albus Dumbledore. "Albus!" She yelled. The portrait on the wall awoke. "Yes?" He asked. "Sibil has just made another prophecy." She said breathing heavily. His eyes got big. "Show it to me." He said. Minerva walked over to the penvenlia and put the memory inside. A life-like figure rose from the basin and recited the prophecy. "What does it mean Albus?" Minerva asked her hands trembling. "It means that Harry Potter is to be married." The portrait said. "But to who?" Minerva asked. "The girl must be sixteen, born on August sixteenth, have six brothers, be pureblood, have red hair, and have opened a secret chamber." Albus said with a twinkle in his eye. "That means..." Minerva said her voice trailing off. "Yes Minerva. Harry Potter is to wed Ginny Weasly."