"The one who saves will bring a new life to the world through darkness to bring light."
Minerva sat in her office, gazing at the floating figure above the pensive. She knew that this was not fake, but she was still trying to wrap her head around it. She knew they were involved, but to this extent? She sighed, turning to watch the rain out the window. Things are going to change, she thought. Things are going to definitely change.
Harry kissed his boyfriend goodbye and headed down the train to meet Ron.
"Hey mate!" said Ron, who was putting his stuff in the overhead. "Where's Draco?"
"He's at the prefect meeting with Hermione, remember?" Harry plopped down across from Ron, rubbing his eyes.
Ron narrowed his eyes. "Not been sleeping well?"
"Just tired," Harry muttered, looking out the window. He hated lying to Ron, but he knew that Ron would just tell Hermione. So Harry kept his nightmares to himself.
The door opened and Hermione and Draco walked in, sitting next to their boyfriends. Kisses were exchanged and they all settled in.
Harry watched his boyfriend as he played with a snitch. They had been dating since last Christmas, unbeknownst to everyone except Hermione and Ron, who had been surprisingly supportive. He smiled at the couple, who were leaning on each other, reading the same book.
A shot of pain ran though Harry's skull. It took him all his strength not to gasp or touch his head. Voldemort was extremely angry. Harry knew he had to go.
"I'll be back," he muttered as he fled, leaving the others confused.
He reached the loo just in time. He shut the door, sliding down the wall as it went black.
"What did you hear, McNair?" Harry asked, staring down at the cloaked man kneeling before him.
"Another prophecy has been made about Harry Potter, my lord,"
"Details?" Harry asked testily, twirling his wand in-between his fingers.
"That was the report," McNair replied.
"You disappoint me," Harry said, twitching his wand so that the man was screaming in pain.
Harry managed to crawl to the toilet before he emptied his stomach. As he caught his breath, he began to worry about the prophecy. What in the world could this prophecy mean? What could it be about? Harry washed out his mouth and, after making sure that he looked ok, walked back to the car.
He met narrowed eyes. "Where have you been?" asked Hermione, her arms folded.
"I just went to the bathroom," replied Harry.
"You were gone for 30 minutes," said Draco. "I was worried." He pulled Harry down next to him. "Are you ok?"
"What did you see, Harry?" asked Hermione.
Harry mumbled something unintelligible.
"What?" asked Hermione.
"Another prophecy was made about me," Harry said into Draco's shoulder.
"WHAT!" the group exploded.
"What was it about?" asked Ron.
Harry shrugged into his boyfriend's tight hug. "McNair said that a prophecy had been made, but not what it was about. So Voldemort doesn't know either."
"You should talk to McGonagall