Author's Note: Hey, you guys. This is my first Harry Potter fic, so try not to rip me to shreds! Normally I do Grey's Anatomy fanfics, but you know, branching out and all that. So, my favorite pairing is Draco/Hermione, followed by Luna/Neville. Oh, and I guess Harry/Ginny too.

Ok, this fic is slightly AU, so let me fill you in on a few things . . .

The Golden Trio is going back to school for the seventh year. The war is NOT over

Dumbledore is still alive, as are all the other characters that were killed in DH.

Hermione and Ron are NOT dating. Neither are Ginny and Harry.

Anyways, please review, even if you hate it. I want constructive criticism. Thanks

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The man with the silvery hair sat hunched over the Pensive, staring aimlessly into its swirling depths. He had known this day would come, but he had hoped he could put it off as long as possible. He didn't want to put these children in danger, though they had a wonderful way of finding trouble without his help. His memories swirled and surfaced in the bowl, giving him previews to things he had already seen and experienced.

He was looking for one memory in particular.

His thoughts brought a scene to the surface. A girl with untamed curly hair was striding purposefully at a silvery haired boy, who was sniggering about something. She pulled her wand on him as he turned around. A red headed boy and the Boy who Lived followed in her wake, yelling words that he couldn't hear. She slowly lowered her wand from his neck and turned to walk away.

As the silvery haired boy relaxed, she whirled around and punched him square in the aristocratic nose.

Dumbledore lowered his visage into his memories, needing to experience again what came next.

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When Dumbledore stood straight again, he was in his office. His doppelganger was watching then ensuing chaos outside on the grounds. A faint knock came at the door, to which he waved his hand. The door opened of its own accord and a ragged Professor Trelawney slid in, wrapping beads upon beads around her shaking hands. Her magnified eyes looked ten times larger than usual.

"What can I do for you, Sibyl?" he asked graciously, motioning for the woman to take a seat. She ignored his suggestion.

Instead, she focused on a point in the distance. When she spoke, her voice wasn't feathery and light like Albus was used to. It was harsh, gravelly.

"The one the Dark Lord fears cannot win the battle," she wheezed. "He needs help from…an enemy. He must keep his enemies close to him at all times. The girl…" she paused to steady herself. "The girl is in danger,"

Dumbledore was itching to ask which girl, but refrained. She couldn't hear him anyway.

"The girl must strengthen the bond with the snake to have a future. The snake whose venom can only hurt those he holds dear. She must…" Trelawney staggered. "The girl who prides herself on her smarts cannot rely on her brain to help her now. She must rely…on her…heart."

Professor Trelawney swayed, and Dumbledore waved his wand faintly to conjure a chair to catch her. She landed with a loud thump, and awoke.

"Oh, hello Headmaster," she said, her voice light again. "How are you? Goodness," she waved her hand in front of her face. "I must have dozed off again."

"Yes, my dear Sybil," Dumbledore acquiesced, "You should go see Madam Pomfrey about that."

"Oh no sir," she said, standing. "I'll be fine."

And she shut the door behind her as she left.

The Dumbledore at the desk frowned, as though trying to figure out what she meant. The present day Dumbledore was already gliding upward out of the Pensive.

He needed to speak to Harry Potter.

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Author's Note, again: So? I know it was short, but I kind of had to set the scene. Know what I mean? Anyway, please review and tell me your thoughts.

KK.