Author's Note: Hello all! I've decided to try and rewrite this story instead of continuing with an update. As I was re-reading it, I noticed several continuity issues and it really bothered me. So, I took on the mighty endeavor of re-writing it and changing a couple of things. Nothing major is changed, just some minor tweaks that bothered me along with the names of our two OCs. By the way, I would like to thank NadGG for messaging me and giving me the inspiration to continue this story. If any of my old readers are reading this, I'd just like to apologize for not finishing it the first time and hope that you like this re-written version.

Disclaimer: First of all, I don't own Harry Potter in the slightest. I only own my two OCs Andrea and Liam. Also, I've decided to take some liberties with the story and change some things, I think it'll be pretty obvious what I changed as the story progresses so I won't spoil anything for you. Now that we have the formalities out of the way. . .Enjoy!

Chapter 1

With a satisfied smile, Harry Potter put the finishing touches on his letter to his two best friends,

"You two will have to some visit soon. Perhaps next week if time allows.
Love, Harry"

As he gave it to Hedwig for delivery, he couldn't help thinking how lucky he was. For the past couple of months his life had been nothing but chaos. After being plagued with visions of Voldermort, he had fought a tough battle at the Department of Mysteries where his godfather had almost died. After the battle was over, it was discovered that Sirius had been hit with a severe hexing spell. Because of obvious reasons, taking him to St. Mungo's seemed too risky but they had no other choice. There, Dumbledore had to convince the healers that Sirius Black was an innocent man and to please treat his injuries. It had been a very long night for poor Harry. Shortly after though, Sirius had been deemed recovered and was officially discharged from the hospital. Before he could step foot outside though, Dumbledore had to clear his name. It had taken a lot of persuading and pleading, but finally he managed to convince Fudge of the man's innocence. A couple of days later The Daily Prophet had published an extensive story on Sirius detailing the manner of his innocence and explaining what he had done and why he had done it.

After all the chaos had died down, Harry had decided on living with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. It was a very nice change of pace and he got along splendidly with Sirius. It had taken a lot of convincing on both his and Sirius's part in order to get the headmaster to agree to the plan, but in the end he gave in and allowed Harry to move in. The Dursleys weren't exactly devastated that Harry wouldn't be living with them anymore, but Dudley seemed to almost resent the fact that he was leaving. It hadn't been all that difficult to say goodbye when Harry wen to get his things from Privet Drive. In fact, it had almost been a joyous experience where it not for his aunt and uncle's angry faces at seeing some of Harry's "freaky" friends helping him get his things together. All this had happened almost a month before and for Harry, the last month had been the best of his life. He remembered the first morning waking up early in order to get things ready for breakfast and then realizing that he was at Sirius's house and he wasn't expected to do anything of the sort. It took a while before Harry could finally remember to sleep in. During his stay, he and Ron and Hermione had all kept in constant touch with each other. Hermione had decided to spend her summer at the Burrow in order to help both Ginny and Ron with their studies, mostly Ron since Ginny was a little better at dong her summer homework. For the last two weeks they had all been trying to get together but had failed due to unforeseen events taking place. Whether it be Ron's brother coming home or Harry taking an impromptu trip with Sirius, they simply hadn't had time. But now, Harry was confident that in the next week or so he would be able to enjoy the company of his friends.

Earlier that day, Harry had made his request be known to his godfather when we went downstairs to speak to him.

"Sirius, I was wondering if it would be alright with you if Ron and Hermione came to visit next week."

Sirius Black was lounging in front of the fireplace reading the newspaper and drinking butterbeer. He looked up as Harry came in and smiled at his godson's question.

"Of course Harry! That would be wonderful. It'll be nice to see those two again."

And so Harry had ran upstairs to tell his friends the good news. After seeing Hedwig off Harry looked out to the setting sun and wondered what would be in store for him next year. He knew that now that Voldermort had made his presence known, things would get much more difficult. He was already struggling to keep up with the homework before this mess had started and now he would have a near impossible time keeping his grades up. He knew that with Hermione's help, we would be able to stay caught up, but would it be enough. He needed to really start thinking about how to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. After hearing the prophecy, he knew that it really was up to him and him alone to stop the mad man. Ever since coming to Grimmauld Place a thought wouldn't leave his mind. It was the only thing marring his wonderful time with Sirius.

How exactly was he supposed to defeat He Who Must Not Be Named? What tools did he have at his disposal to bring the evil wizard down? Would his friends be enough to help, or would he need more help, help that he wasn't entirely sure he had access to.

He was sure that obsessing over the matter probably wasn't healthy, but he didn't know what else to do. That's why he had been insisting so much on Ron and Hermione coming. He needed some distraction from all the worrying and he knew that his friends would be the best thing possible. As the sun was giving its final rays to the world, Harry went downstairs to join Sirius for dinner, all the while hoping for some good news in the wake of the Dark Lord's coming.

Severus Snape was not a happy man at the moment. He was currently holding the dreadful note his Headmaster had sent him that morning. Did the old man really think that the Potions Master could be summoned like some lap dog? He knew it wouldn't do any good to be angry; he would go either way, but still, the nerve of him! He quickly downed the last of his scotch and made his way to the back of his house in order to dissapperate quickly. As he turned to leave he quickly re read the vile thing one last time.

Severus, I was hoping you would be able to join me for afternoon tea today. I understand this is short notice but I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. I hope you'll be able to come and look forward to your visit my friend. I've disabled some charms around the school so you'll be able to apparate straight to my office. Hope to see you soon.

-Dumbledore

He had always thought that Dumbledore was a bit off, but now he knew that the man was completely insane. Not only had he written Snape early in the morning and had Fawkes wake him, but he had explicitly wrote that he had "disabled some charms around the school." They were lucky no one had intercepted the Phoenix, particularly one of Voldermort's followers; otherwise they would all be in trouble. Before he could get any angrier, Snape closed the back door to his home and after making sure no one was close by, dissapparated to the Headmaster's office.

With an audible POOF, he turned and came face to face with the Headmaster. A little disoriented, he sad across from the man that so infuriated him.

"Ah, Severus so glad you could join me. Would you like some tea?"

Eager to get this dreadful meeting over with, Severus looked at the man in front of him and gave an audible sigh,

"Headmaster, I believe you summoned here for more than just tea."

Said Headmaster gave a slight smile which quickly turned Sirius.

"Very well Severus. I called you here to inform you of something very important. Tell me, do you remember the prophecy concerning Harry?"

"Yes."

"Well, it seems that there was another one made concerning Mr. Potter. It happened about seven years ago to be specific. The exact nature of where and how I cannot say but I have it with me and I would like to show it to you."

Severus was very skeptical about what he was hearing. He did in fact remember the previous prophecy very well. How could he not? It was practically because of such prophecy that he had lost his one true friend. Now there was another one? Just how many bloody prophecies did the Boy Who Lived need? As Dumbledore reached into his robes and procured the small orb, he suddenly had a thought. If this new prophecy was about Potter, shouldn't he be the one here and not him? Almost as if he had read his mind Dumbledore smiled and said,

"I assume you're wondering why I'm showing this to you. This prophecy mentions Harry, but I believe it's mostly about you Severus. Here take it."

The potions master gingerly took the orb and was about to rebuke when he heard a loud voice rang out from it,

On the 16th birthday of The Chosen One, she will come to aid him and the Dark Lord will fall. She who is the soul mate of the Half Blood Prince

For several minutes nothing was said. Had he heard correctly? Had the voice said soul mate? Was this some sort of sick joke that the fates had decided to play on him? He put the orb back down on the desk and looked at the Headmaster.

"What do you wish to do about this then Albus?"

Dumbledore smiled once again as he looked at the younger man,

"Well I'm not entirely sure Severus. It seems like we have to convene a meeting with the Order. I believe they should be made aware of this."

At the look of horror the potions master gave him, Dumbledore hastily added,

"But of course we'll keep the last part to ourselves. I don't think they need to be privy to that just yet."

Ok guys what do you think so far? Right now not too much has changed from the original, but pretty soon I'll start changing more things. Please take time to review this story and let me know what you think. Thanks so much!