I would look out into the distant clouds, each and every night to see a sign. Just one small spec of a sign to see if one thing has changed. Nothing had, but I kept at it. I looked out over my glossy porch, at exactly 7:00 PM, every night. This was the normal procedure until it happened at last. Something or someone has given it to me at long last. The last seventeen years have gone by without so much as a wisp of wind dancing over the night stars. When I finally saw it, just over Mars, the double twinkle of three stars giving a message to my soul, I knew what it was at once, but I couldn't imagine how, or even why. It must have been incorrect, a fault in our stars. I have studied the patterns of the night's sky. I knew where each star was located when I stood on that very spot on my porch. I could tell you that at 7:14 PM, seven stars would appear in a linear relation from Jupiter to Saturn, or that two stars would appear, turning on like a light bulb in the very spot that the sun would descend. When I saw the sudden pop of three stars giving off a double twinkle, I realized it at once of being abnormal. I grabbed the very same Quill and Parchment that I had written all my notes in from day one, and wrote, "April 26, 1998, abnormal occurrence over Mars. Three stars executing a distinct feature of twinkling."
Once I had written down that short passage, I instinctively grabbed my wand, and went to take a seat by my luxurious bookshelf. It was full of notes, work of my past, and everything that I needed to know about accurately telling the future. I pulled out edition seven of Star Telling, and flipped to page three hundred and ninety four. There it was, before my eyes, the complex, black and white, hand-drawn picture of four orbs. All the same, except for one. One labelled Mars, and the other three labelled stars. Mars was shaded darker than the other three to indicate that it was a planet. The legend on the right told me at once that the three, distinct black dots on each star was it blinking once. The paragraph that followed described this occurrence of being good. It told me to celebrate, be joyous of the events to come. I did not understand why, until I kept reading, "The one to die, will make your life fulfilled. The one to die, will bring you exceeding happiness." But why would that be a good thing to talk about, or even celebrate, at that?
"What?" I blurted out loud, "What does this mean? Why would I be..."
I found out why one week later. The Daily Prophet was the first to come out, along with the Quibbler, and various other obscure newspaper brands. The heading on each, no matter the quality read in huge bold letters, "Lord Voldemort, Vanquished!"