He was running through the corridor heading straight for the end. Ignoring the yells behind him he bursts through a door, jumps down the stairs, reach's his godfathers hands and drags him away from the veil of death. Sirius looked down upon Harry's tearful face and hugs holds him close, whispering into his ear "Let me go Harry it's to late." Harry looked up surprised at his godfathers words to see his face changing, melting into a different form, one of a woman whose glasses magnified her eyes to the size of saucers. And she croaks "you are the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord."
And all faded to darkness.
"Harry, Harry! What's wrong? What's happened"
"Leave him Hermione. Hey Harry was it another vision"
Voices far too many for him to stand. He opened his eyes to see his best friends elbowing each other out the way to get a better look at him.
"No, not a vision," he replied grimly. "just a nightmare that's all." But they still seemed worried as they helped Harry back onto the trembling seat. Silence was up taken as Harry still seemed rather shaken.
Ron broke it first.
"But you were saying or rather croaking 'you are the one to vanquish the dark lord'" Harry grimaced, he still hadn't told them the truth behind the prophecy intent on changing the future layed out before him. But it seemed that it would never happen so he finally told them everything. From his past to his foretold future as the day drifted into night and the Hogwarts express ran away from all the hustle and bustle of daily muggle life. And as the train rolled into Hogsmeade station, Hermione was as white as a sheet and Ron was sounding like Professor Quirrill.
"N…no…s…surely…..b..b…but isn't there a….a….way..o….out of I…it?" He shot a glance at Harry as though waiting for him to yell 'just kidding' but when none came he held on tightly to Hermione for support. Yet she looked as if she could barely hold a fly let alone a young man, but she walked on doing her best to hide her feelings from Harry. Though her feelings were unclear Harry could tell she was going to look in every book in the library determined to find a way out of the prophecy.
"Hermione…." but he was interrupted by the long drawling voice echoing through the fog surrounding the platform. "Heard you collapsed on the train again Potter, Pity I wasn't there to take a picture otherwise you would been more of laughing stock than those mud bloods are." And Malfoy stalked off, pushing timid first years and excited third years to the side. And Harry noticing this gently said to Himself: "This is gonna be our toughest year yet."