Chapter One: The Forgotten Prediction

(Flashback)

Professor Albus Dumbledore walked up the ladder leading to North Tower.

"Ah, Albus," said Sibyll Trelawney in her misty voice, pulling her shawls lightly around her, "the stars told me I'd be seeing you today."

"Yes, ah, I'm sure they did," said Dumbledore. He didn't see it necessary to point out that Professor Trelawney had in fact sent him an owl requesting a visit.

"Though I may not be the Divination teacher anymore, I see receive the messages from the stars," she said.

"Enlighten me…" replied Dumbledore.

"As you know, Mars is especially bright, and it is growing brighter," said Sibyll. "A war is coming. And death a subsequent occurrence."

"If that is all," said Dumbledore, "I really must be going."

And then it happened. Or rather, it happened again. This must have been the third known time Sibyll had gone into a trance.

"The time is dawning. The war is coming," said Trelawney in a harsh voice. "The second great war. Death will follow. The war will claim many, and with that number, two of the three greatest wizards since Merlin."

Back in Grimald Place

"Sirius," said Dumbledore, almost calmly, "Harry's gone after Voldermort."

"What!?" said Sirius looking alarmed.

"Yes, but I can handle it," replied Dumbledore. "I need you to say here."

"To hell with that," Sirius answered. "I'm the only family he's got. I'll die before I see Voldermort get him."

Dumbledore considered this, "Alright, but I think I may need that mirror."