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The world has been consumed by darkness. Harry Potter lost the battle and the Dark Lord was victorious. The order in ruins, it was disbanded and the remaining members all went into hiding. The golden trio split up and went their separate ways. Death Eaters killed everyone who did not join their ranks. The world was a ruthless place now. The world, looked lost. Nothing could bring it back to the light. But then help came from an unexpected place. Sybil Trelawney, for a long time was known as a fraud, a faker, a complete nutter, always predicting death after death, but she did make one true prophecy, the one that was lost at the ministry while the Golden Trio were at Hogwarts. Maybe she could make a prophecy about the light side winning, somehow, and that's just what happened.

"Professor Trelawney! Are you alright? Where have you been?" Neville Longbottom asked as his old divination professor stumbled into the safe house.

"I'm fine, just a little bit dizzy, so many questions, and so many answers" she mumbled the last part to herself.

"I have been on the move, never sticking in one place for long, for fear of being discovered by Death Eaters" Trelawney said. She suddenly swayed on her feet.

"You need to sit down and have a drink, I'll go get McGonagall" Neville said.

"Minerva is here?" Trelawney asked. Neville nodded and placed a glass of water in front of her before going upstairs.

Moments later he returned with McGonagall in tow.

"Sybil, you really are here, long time no see, how are you feeling?" McGonagall asked.

"A bit dizzy but its fine" Trelawney said before her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Professor! What's-"Neville began to say but was interrupted by McGonagall.

"Ssh, she's making a prophecy" she whispered. An odd voice spoke from Trelawney's mouth.

"When the world is in constant fear

And the rule of darkness is clear

A beacon of hope will be presented by a noble hero

For without him our chances are zero

His task, reunite three old friends

For without them, darkness shall not find its end"

"What does that mean, Professor?" Neville asked.

"Hope" McGonagall replied. "It means there is hope" a slight smile crept onto her aged face

A/N: A very short introduction to my latest Harry Potter fan fiction. First chapter should be out soon.