Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I don't own Harry Potter, and fortunately for JK Rowling, she does. Not much more to say on the subject, I'm penniless and poor, and I doubt, no, I know I'm not gonna get un-penny-les from this fic, so please, don't kill me, I'm to young to die!

A/N: (This sorta pics up near the end of OOTP, just after. sobs uncontrollably I can't say it! But you know what I mean!)

Chapter 1: Do I really want to know?

Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry though his half-moon glasses.

"It is time" he said "for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you every thing.

"Five years ago you arrived at Hogwarts, neither as happy nor as well- nourished as I would have liked, perhaps, yet alive and healthy. You were not a pampered prince, but as normal a boy as I could have hoped for under the circumstances. Thus far, my plan was working well.

"Yet there was a flaw in this wonderful plan of mine" said Dumbledore, closing his eyes momentarily, "An obvious flaw that I knew, even then, might be the undoing of it all. And yet, knowing how important it was that my plan would succeed, I told myself that I would not permit this flaw to ruin it.

"Do you see Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I have fallen into a trap that I had foreseen, that I told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid" Dumbledore was looking at Harry with a most peculiar expression under his half moon spectacles, he seemed to be on the verge of saying something that would change his life, and Harry's.

"I don't -"

"Harry, you are aware that the prophecy Lord Voldemort wanted so badly, the thing that smashed, it was merely the record of the prophesy that was made to somebody, and that person has the means of recalling it perfectly."

"Who heard it?" asked Harry, though he thought that he knew the answer already, remembering the initials on the glass ball.

"I did" said Dumbledore. "I shall recite it to you, for indeed, you must know it:

"The ones with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord Approaches. . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. . . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, as he can not mark both, but he shall have a power the Dark Lord Knows not. . . and one must die at the hand of two, or two must die at the hand of one, for none can live while the others survive. Born as the seventh month dies. . ."

His voice trailed of as he looked at Harry, who was looking at the baby Fawkes. The silence in the room was absolute.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said very quietly, for Dumbledore, still seemed to be completely lost in thought. "It. . . Did it mean. . .What did it mean?"

"It meant" said Dumbledore, "that the persons who have the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good, were born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. Those boys would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times."

"It means - me?"

"The funny thing is Harry, is that it might not be you at all. Sybill Trewlawnies prophesy could have applied to three wizard boys, all of whom were born at the end of July that year, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Lord Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom."

"But then, why is my name on the prophesy - why not Nevilles? Does that mean that it may not be me?" Asked Harry, a thread of hope in his voice.

"I am afraid" said Dumbledore slowly, looking as though every word cost his a great effort "That there is no doubt that it is you"

"Oh. Right, but, hang on, the prophesy said that there were more than two boys, it sounded like - three"

"I'll come to that Harry, I will indeed come to that."

"But, the other boy, who was he?" Asked Harry, clearly confused, his anger with Dumbledore was quite forgotten as he peered at him, perched on his chair as if ready to spring.

"Ah, yes, the other boy - well Harry the other, are you sure that you wish to hear this?"

"Yes!" Harry almost yelled, the fact that Dumbledore was being so anxious about it made him want to know even more.

"Well, the other boy Harry - is James Potter"

"But -"

"Not your father Harry, your brother."

A/N: Hello Fudges! Well I don't know about this, if you like it you can review, Smiles dreamily but I don't really mind if you don't, sighs and looks at toes anyway. I don't really care what you think! pokes out tongue I'm gonna keep on writing regardless of what happens!

I just went over this fic again and found that the editing and stuff made it quite impossible to understand, so I've just tidied it up a bit! Well, that's it really! REVIEW!

See ya Fudges!

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