"The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord was born as the seventh month died. He will be known as the one who has much hair, to his friends, to his enemies, the maker of pots. "
"What do you think you're doing, spying on my customers?! I once thought better of you, Snape, but it seems Slytherins are dirty snakes after all, or at least you are."
"But-"
"OUT!"
"I guess I'll go, then-"
"I SAID OUT! Stay out, or I'll show you how I can be persuasive."
"Severus, you have done well. However, if I didn't know you as well as I do, I would think this was a not-so-elaborate scheme to trick me. Really? The maker of pots?"
Lucius Malfoy then injected, "I am sorry, my lord, for interrupting, but do you think 'the one who has much hair' and 'the maker of pots' mean Harry Potter?"
Severus looked a little sheepish. "Oh. I didn't think of that."
Voldemort contemplated this new addition to the information. "It makes sense. Well done, my faithful servants."
Severus paused to think about it. 'What have I done? I can't let Lily be hurt, or killed.'
"May I ask, that you spare Lily, if possible?"
Voldemort considered it. "I suppose, if she does not resist me approaching the boy, it could be arranged."
Severus sighed in relief. 'Let's hope she doesn't try to protect him.'
The absurdity of asking the world's current most evil homicidal/genocidal maniac not to kill someone had not sunk in, nor would it for a long time.
Meanwhile, at the Hog's Head:
"-He will pass a series of trials, after ten years of exile. The Dark Lord will mark the child, and in attempting to destroy his foe, will strengthen him instead. The Dark Lord's great power shall be his greatest weakness, and his strength his undoing. The One and One shall survive while there is still Two, and the One shall continue to be One and Two and Three and Many. The Two shall help the One and One and the Three will help the One and One and Two. The Two will survive while there is still Three."
Albus sat open-mouthed, astonished. All he wanted was to interview Sybil Trelawney for a job, and now this happens?
"I must have dozed off there for a second. Maybe I shouldn't be carrying my soporific incense around with me. What did I miss?"
Albus kept staring.
"What?" She looked around. "Did someone die?"