Albus Potter and the Time of Prophecy

Prolog: Prophecy

Professor Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk hurriedly scratching on a piece of parchment. Earlier that evening she had gone up to the tower to have a word with her long time colleague, Ms Sybil Trelawney. Sybil, known for her aloofness and claims to being the great, great granddaughter of a world renowned seer had little to her knowledge actually ever given a real prophecy; with regards to Harry Potter of course. Harry…The Potters needed to be informed at once, but in complete secrecy. If this leaked out to anyone who was not in the Order or a friend of Harry Potter then severe consequences could follow.

Mr. Potts,

Burn this immediately after reading.

I bide you goodnight. Excuse my interruption, but something has come to my notice and needs to be said immediately with extreme caution. Dinner perhaps? Talk with Molly.

Kind regards,

Hogwarts

Minerva looked at her letter, knowing that if it got into the wrong hands then nothing would be jeopardized. Harry would figure it out quickly and talk to Molly Weasley to make dinner plans at the burrow. Now time dragged, waiting for a reply. Looking at the clock she let out an exasperated sigh and stood up slowly pacing the headmistresses office.

"Minerva, it will do well to not let your emotions override your level head." Said a jovial voice from behind the prominent oak desk.

"I am trying Albus, but I can't help but worry that this is just the beginning of another dangerous time ahead for us all. Harry has been through so much in his life, how am I to find the courage to tell him this horrible news? What will this do to Ginny?"

"My dear old friend, have you not figured out by now that whatever you throw at Harry he will prevail? They both will. It is your duty to inform them of this Minerva, to protect their child."

"Yes Albus, I know."

Harry Potter was woken up by a screech at the window. Who the bloody Hell would send an owl at this time of night? Wasn't it already bad that Ginny was due to have their second child any day now? She could hardly get comfortable enough lately to fall asleep and when she did their little 'bundle' as Ginny lovingly called it would wake her up with kicks. Harry knew that Ginny was restless and ready to have this baby. The last few months had not been so joyous for her with zero sleep and taking care of their son James, who was exactly like his two namesakes. Hopefully the owl didn't wake Ginny up or there would be a near death in the future. A smile flickered on his slim face at where his thoughts where heading. Harry, never a violent person knew that his being a new parent and then unexpectedly having another child soon after as well as dealing with his new job at the Ministry as Head Auror were the reasons for the added stress and pessimism. Walking swiftly to the window, Harry thanked the tawny owl and took the letter that it offered from its leg. Harry scanned the letter, a cold sweat dripping down his neck. He knew already that this did not bode well for his family. Throwing the letter into the fireplace and burning the parchment completely till all were left were charred remains, he ran up the stairs and woke Ginny up from her slumber.

"Ginny Love, I'm so sorry to wake you, but we have an emergency."

"Harry? What is it? Is James ok? I didn't hear him cry, is everything alright?"

"Gin, we have to get James and head to your parents house. Now, Gin."

"Harry! What is wrong? What happened?"

"I will tell you when we get there"

A look of understanding passed between them. Ginny nodded, and Harry gently helped her up and guided her down the hall to the nursery. James was sound asleep as his father picked him up, moving ever so slightly in his arms to get more comfortable.

With embers still in the fireplace, Ginny lit the fire with green flames. Grabbed a fistful of floo powder and said in a clear voice "The Burrow" with Harry and James quickly following her.

Molly Weasley was sound asleep when she awoke by a loud bang. She quickly sat up then shook he husband Arthur awake. "Arthur, I think someone is in the house!"

"Molly dear, go back to sleep."

"Arthur Weasley! Get up now!"

Seeing his wife's glare he knew after so many years of marriage that she would not be satisfied until the house was checked. Sighing, he sat up and put his dressing gown on. Followed by his wife they made their way down the crooked stairs to the kitchen. Upon reaching the entrance they noticed that the light was on. Pulling his wand out, Arthur whispered to his wife "Molly get behind me". He crept around the corner and was surprised to find not an intruder but his very pregnant daughter Ginny, and his son-in-law Harry Potter with little James nestled into his arms.

"Harry? Ginny? What is this? Why are you all here, and at this hour?" Arthur demanded

"I'm sorry Arthur, its just tonight I received a rather alarming letter from Professor McGonagall, revolving unsettling information that she has recently come across. She asked me to immediately come here and invite her to dinner through you Molly..." Nodding to his mother in law. "She then prompted me to burn the letter once I was done reading her news as there might be eyes that don't need to see its contents."

Ginny, slightly shaking heaved herself into the nearest chair and turned flashing eyes towards her husband. "Harry, I don't think I want to know what the Professor has to say. I'm scared, and the prospect of any danger at all is unbearable."

Taking his wife's hand, Harry stared into her eyes, full of love and care. "I wont let anything happen to our family Ginny. I love you, and James, and our little bundle so much." Ginny smirked at the end of Harry's words, that reassurance was all she needed and kissed him lovingly on the lips.

Molly turned to the fireplace and fire called the headmistress of Hogwarts. Dinner tomorrow night sounded lovely, and hopefully this mess could get sorted out for her daughter and son-in-law to have some peace.

The next night, tension at the Burrow was at an all time high. Dinner was slowly approaching and the Potters, along with the Weasley's; which included just about every Weasley, excluding Charlie since he was in Romania with the dragons, were all waiting for Minerva McGonagall to arrive at the burrow and lay down her news. It was a very full house, Ron was with his very pregnant wife Hermione, Bill with his wife Fleur and all three of their children Victoire, Dominique, and Louis, Percy with his wife Audrey and their two daughters Molly, and Lucy, and George with his wife Angelina and their two children Fred, and Roxanne. Roxanne was a year old and the only one still in nappies. Fred and James had just turned 2; Lucy and Louis were only a little bit older than them by a few months. Sweet Molly was 3, Dominique was 4, and Victoire, the eldest was 5 soon to be 6.

Suddenly, the fire lit with green flames, and the person that they had been waiting for, Professor Minerva McGonagall Headmistress of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry gracefully walked out into the extremely packed kitchen. The flames lit a second time, and walking out of the fireplace was the Minister of Magic himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt carrying a large muggle like case.

Harry strode up to his old head of house and greeted her, then went up to Kingsley and shook his hand.

"Harry, my young man, it is good to see you!" Boomed Kingsley's deep voice

"You too Kingsley, you too" replied Harry then turning to Minerva "Professor, your letter last night was most disturbing, and I cannot help the feeling that there is an astonishing amount that you left out. If you please…" leading her to a chair

Professor McGonagall looked sternly into everyone's eyes before looking back at the man with the lightning bolt scar "Mr. Potter yes, I have news to inform you and your family. I am not surprised that your entire family is here, but let me warn you that this information is very delicate. That is why the Minister is here, as he was in the Order and known to be trustworthy. For the sake of your family no one in this room should discuss what I am about to say to any other person who is not here."

Harry looked at his family, saw the fear in their eyes, but also the courage to proceed. He took his wife's hand and gave his old head of house a nod.

Taking that as her queue, Minerva sat down and rubbed her temples to calm her nerves. Looking back up at her beloved pupil she uttered the four words that no parent wanted to hear. "There is a prophecy"

The color drained from Harry's face. There was a gasp from somewhere in the room. Ginny still clutching his hand began shaking again with tears rolling down her face.

Looking into his eyes, McGonagall knew that he deserved to hear it all as a child of a prophecy himself, and now the parent of one.

"Last night I went to visit a dear colleague of mine that you might remember. Sybil Trelawney. Before I left it seemed like a fit had over come her and in a deep, and ragged voice she began to voice something that I could never imagine and I'm completely positive neither could she." Minerva then turned to Kingsley and pulled out from his case a very similar shallow stone basin with runes on the edges. Harry recognized it at once at Dumbledore's Pensieve. McGonagall then turned towards the table and placed the Pensieve at the center for everyone to see. She then raised her wand to her temple. From it, she withdrew a silvery, silky like strand and deposited it into the basin. She stood at the table watching her memory, knowing that she could not postpone this any longer, sighed and raised her wand and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

A figure everyone then realized as Sybil Trelawney rose out of it, draped in her many shawls, and enormous glasses that magnified her eyes giving her a mouse like appearance. When Professor Trelawney spoke it was in the rough, harsh tones that Harry had heard only a few times before in his life.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Original Evil approaches…Born to those of the lions roar, fiery red and emerald green. Born as the seventh month dies…and Evil will know him for his magnificent power, but he will have power the Original Evil has not…and either must die at the hand of the other, for darkness will consume him if the Original Evil is not destroyed…The one with the power to vanquish Evil approaches, he will be the greatest wizard ever known…"

Slowly the figure of Professor Trelawney faded back into the Pensieve and vanished. The silence was deafening in the room that you could hear a pin drop.

"Minerva?" asked the tearful Molly Weasley, "…what does it mean?"

"It means," replied McGonagall "that the person to destroy the original embodiment of Evil will be born at the end of July, next month. This boy will be born to parents from Gryffindor house that have traits such as red hair, and green eyes. This child will be the most powerful wizard ever known to the magical world."

Harry felt sick, how could this be happening? Ginny was rubbing her stomach, knowing that her child was now going to be affected for the rest of his life. "My poor baby, my poor baby" was all she could think. Her protective mother side had now kicked in full force, she would die for this child, and no harm will ever come to him.