This is my first group of drabbles, so please review and let me know how I've done!
Beginnings
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
As the revolving figure of Sibyll Trelawney sank back into the Pensieve, the room was silent for a long moment.
"Well?" James Potter asked anxiously. "It can't mean Harry, can it?" He looked at his wife worriedly, but she was busy fussing over Harry and didn't respond.
"It could," Dumbledore replied.
Lily clutched her son. "I won't let him get near Harry. Please, professor, there must be some way…?"
For the rest of his life Dumbledore wished he'd given a different answer.