The Prophecy


Disclaimer: Now, really. If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I would be writing this? I'd be off counting my millions, or better yet, writing my sixth book!

Note: Just a random poem-type-thing that sprung rather Athena-like from my head. I still wonder where it came from. I woke up with a nebulous idea, and it turned into this. I don't usually enjoy poems, and I certainly don't write them, so you can imagine my surprise when this came about.


A promise.
A world that needs a hero gets its promise.
The one with strength enough to expatriate an evil that has haunted for years is coming.
A whispered foretelling, a surprise revelation.
A welcome prophecy from a startling source.
He is coming and he will free them from the terror that has stricken so many.
A promise.

A child.
The one who will liberate them all is a child.
A child born to those who have fought wickedness themselves.
A little baby, an amazing rescuer.
An incredible boy born at the end of July.
His birth is imminent, his parents brave and chivalrous, he is arriving soon.
A child.

An equal.
The child will be the Dark Lord's equal.
An equal marked forever with a blessing and a curse.
A source of happiness, a source of tears.
A wound on his head instead of death.
Love at its purest, unmitigated and self-sacrificial, will save him and be his power.
An equal.

A triumph.
One of them must triumph.
Neither can truly live if the other remains.
To be a murderer, or to be murdered.
A terrible fate that awaits the child.
For the child is the only one with the ability to release the world from the iniquity.
A triumph.

A hero.
The boy will be a hero.
He knows not how to be caitiff and shows only gallantry.
Brave and noble, intrepid and bold.
Lives will be saved because of a boy.
He is the one so many have waited for, he is the one who will extricate his world.
A hero.