Prophecies

If any of this story seems a little too familiar to you it is because it is a remake of my story Her Eyes Hold the Apocalypse. It's going to be more mature and more thought out. I have been thinking about redoing that story for a really long time because I really like the idea. So here it is, the new and improved: Her Eyes Hold the Apocalypse This is just the prologue to the trilogy, that's why it's only going to be four chapters or so.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter Universe. It all belongs to J. , it's her world I just love playing in it.

Chapter 1:

It was a snowy winter in Godric's Hollow. Sounds of Christmas Carols could be heard coming from the local church. Children laughed happily as they built snowmen and snow angels in their front yards. Parents fussed about making sure their children had on enough protective clothes and hot cocoa.

On the corner of Timber street lived the Potters, a happy family of five. Mrs. Potter was in the living room reading The Tales of Beadle the Bard to her youngest child and only daughter Lily, while keeping an eye on her sons who were making a snowman out front. Mr. Potter was in the kitchen. It was a Friday afternoon and that meant it was his day of the week to make dinner. The fact that it was Christmas Eve didn't go unnoticed. Tonight they would have a small meal, and then in the morning they will meet up with the rest of their family at the Burrow, as was tradition.

As the Potter/Weasley family grew the more often they felt they should all gather together. After all it's hard to get thirty people in one room, especially if more than half is under the age of ten.

Albus Potter stuck a naked tree branch into the snowman to make a right arm. Suddenly he was hit in the back of his head by something cold and wet. With narrowed eyes he turned towards his brother, only to get hit full on in the face this time.

"You know we're not allowed to have snowball fights" Al complained.

"Dad's making dinner and Mom is reading to Lily, they don't have to know. Unless you tell" James replied. "Are you going to tell?"

Albus straightened his back. "No."

"Good, and no crying. Only babies cry."

"I am not a baby, I'm four" Al shouted trying to puff out his chest.

"Prove it" James said hitting his brother again with another snowball.

Al's Face turned red and he began to huff. Reaching down he began to gather snow as quickly as his little hands would let him. "You better run!" Al declared.

While James had better aim, Al was better at dodging.

Harry walked into the living room with two glasses of wine in his hand. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes" he told his wife.

"Lily just fell asleep. I'm going to go put Lily down. Can you call the boys in. They're out front having a snowball fight" Ginny said.

Harry raised an eyebrow.
"They know they shouldn't be having a snowball fight unsupervised."

"I've had my eye on them. They're fine. You worry too much" Ginny said.

She was right. Harry did worry a lot. Harry wanted to make sure his kids never felt the way he did when he was their age. He had the tendency to be a bit overprotective at times. Having knowing what it meant to be without a family, Harry's family meant everything to him. There was nothing he wouldn't do to protect his children. Sometimes he just had to remember that he couldn't always protect them from themselves.

Harry sat the glasses of wine down just as a loud scream filled the air. Harry and Ginny froze for a nano second before tearing off outside.

"James!" Ginny called darting out to her son.

"Mum! I don't know what happened. Al just fainted." James held tight to his mum's leg.

Al was twitching on the ground, Harry leaned down over his youngest son and began to check and see if he had a fever. He was sweating profusely.

"What's wrong with him?" Ginny begged.

"I don't know. we need to get him inside" Harry said. As he started to lift his son, Al's eyes started rolling in the back of his head.

"Send a patronus to St. Mungo's" Harry shouted.

"A great evil has been born unto this world"

"What's going on?" Ginny asked.

"Shh!" Harry said quickly. He thought he knew what was going on. He leaned clloser as his son continued.

"A new breed of darkness. An aberration."

Ginny began to sob and hold onto James was was now trying to shake his brother out of it.

"Stronger than the dark lord."

"Daddy what's happening? Is Al dying? Daddy? Mummy?" James calls went unanswered.

"Veiled in darkness only the night can stop her."

Al's eyes closed and he sanked down into the snow.

"I'm not sure" Harry started, "But I think our son just made a prophecy."

This didn't answer James' question and GInny was still besides herself with shock. Harry lifted his son and carried him into the house. Even though he was wet, he was running a fever.

"A prophecy?" Ginny asked. She began to shed Al''s clothes as Harry got a warm towel to mop up the sweat from Al's forehead.

"I think. He looked a lot like Trelawney when she made a real prophecy."

"Is he going to be okay?" James asked from the doorway. Slow tears fell from his face. He never wanted anything to happen to his little brother, despite all the pranks he played on him.

Neither parent knew the answer to that question.

"Of course" Ginny replied. A sudden smell hit her nose. Their dinner was burning. She didn't want to leave her son's side. Harry must've smelt it too because he suddenly got up.

"Come on James, let's try and see if we can salvage some of dinner while your brother gets some rest."

The corn beef wasn't damaged beyond repair but no one wanted to eat anyway.

Harry had to argue with James to get him to eat something and when he did he only took three bites and then declared he was full. Just after Harry managed to get James to take a bath and brush his teeth Lily woke up with a loud cry. Harry took care of her and got her to go back to sleep in under ten minutes.

He stood in the doorway of Al's room.

"How is he?" he said softly.

"He's asleep" Ginny replied. "His fever is low. If it doesn't break by tomorrow I'm taking him to St. Mungo's."

"You don't think he needs to go tonight? What if...I think…I don't know how to say this. I think he made a prophecy. Don't you think we should do something about it? Tell someone?"

"What?" Ginny said. "You don't know that. It could just be a bad dream or something." She knew how feeble it sounded but it was the only explanation she wanted to believe.

"He looked like Trelawney when she had a prediction."

"Trelawney was a fraud"

"She made that prophecy about me, and I saw her make another one. Dumbledore said that most seers didn't even realize it when they were making a real prediction."

"I don't want my son making prophecies. We all saw how that last one affected you." As soon as the words were out Ginny wished she could take them back.

"I don't want my son making prophecies either. But if he is making them then we can't stop it. The least we can do is try and stop whatever it is from happening."

"No!"

"No?!"

"I do not need you to go into another saving the world phase. We aren't a hundred percent that this is anything more than a fever. Let's leave it at that for now."

"This has nothing to do with saving the world" Harry countered.

"Harry please. I'm tired. I don't want to fight with you. Let's just watch Al through the night and if it happens again, we can visit St. Mungo's in the morning."

Knowing he would get no where Harry decided to wait it out until the morning.

Al's fever picked up in the morning. The Potters dropped James and Lily off at the Burrow so they could open presents and be with family while they went to St. Mungo's. The Weasleys were more than happy to look after James and Lily and they all hoped Al would get better soon.

At St. Mungo's the healers claimed it was just a normal fever and that Al would be fine in a couple of days.

Harry paced back and forth outside of Al's room. They hadn't told the healer about the prophecy. They didn't want it to end up on the front page of The Daily Prophet. Just the fact that they were in the hospital was likely to make the papers. Every since the end of the war, the wizarding world had an unnatural infatuation to know about all things Potter. Paparazzi stalked Harry's every move printing stories about him buying a new owl, walking to a local coffee shop, they accused every girl he talked to be of being his girlfriend, even when he had gone on the record saying he only had eyes for Ginny. Naturally this made them glare at Ginny under a microscope too. Some claimed she only made the Harpies because she was dating Potter. Their wedding was supposed to be a private ceremony but a picture was still leaked to Witch Weekly. They were followed on their honeymoon. The hospital was stalked out for the birth of all three of their children. Harry thought he hated fame living at Hogwarts, during those times directly after the war it was much worse.

"We have to talk to someone" Harry whispered to his wife. "An unspeakable, at least."

Ginny sighed. "Harry-"

"We have to do what is best for Al and knowing all the answers instead of sitting around waiting for it to happen again, isn't going to give us answers. Sure the healers said he's fine now, but what if it happens again?"

"I don't know" Ginny said. "I'm not sure what to do. I just want to protect him."

"I know" Harry pulled his wife into his arms. "I want to protect him too."

They stood there swaying in each others arms for a short while.

"What are we going to tell Albie?" Ginny muttered.

"The truth, or at least a part of it" Harry replied.

Before Ginny could reply they heard a shout of "Mummy! Daddy!" and James came pelting around the hallway. He was followed closely by George Weasley.

Both Potters tried to seem relaxed automatically.

"Hey, Jamie what are you doing here?" Harry asking ruffling his son's hair.

James tried unsuccessfully to duck.

"Little bugger was worried about his little brother" George said. "So I thought I'd bring him by."

"I was not!" James declared stomping his foot. "I only wanted to see mum and dad."

James blushed and folded his arms.

"Come on, Jamie, Al should be waking up soon."

"It's James" said kid corrected as he ducked under his mother's arm and ran into the room.

"Everything okay?" George asked.

"Yeah" both Potters replied.

George didn't look like he believed them, but shrugged it off. "You have no idea how hard is was to find you. The snappy witch in the front said there was no Potter currently in the hosptial. So James and I went floor to floor door to door until we found you."

"Where's Lily?"

"Mom has her" George replied.

"Thank you for bringing him here."

"It was no problem. I needed to get out of the house before everyone realized I charmed the pudding to dodge everyone's lips when they try to eat it."

In the room Al was awake and James was telling him all about the presents they received.

"You opened my presents?!" Al asked upset.

"No." James lied "Well, I didn't open all of them. One of them looked like a broomstick so I had to see and it was. It's the new Lightning Bolt Flash."

"No way!" Al tried to sit up.

"Totally. I got one too. I was going to challenge you to a race but then I realized that you're here in bed."

"He won't be for much longer" Healer Rhodes said as she entered the room followed closely by the Potters and George. "How are you feeling?"

Truthfully Al still felt a bit peaky. His skin was slightly hot and his tummy felt empty. But he wanted to get home so he could try out his new broomstick. Lightning Bolts are the best there are and the Flash series are brooms designed for kids so his parents wouldn't freak out about him being on a full sized broom. It was going to be so awesome.

"I feel fine."

The nurse did a few quick checks.

"Okay, he's all set to go home, just make sure that he doesn't go out in the cold too much and make sure he gets plenty of liquids. If you can just sign these discharge papers you all can go home and enjoy your Christmas."

"It was a legit prophecy" Marty Cambridge the Unspeakable said.

"But have any seeress in our family. I thought these things were hereditary?" Ginny asked.

"You're a pureblood, your husband's father was a pureblood I'm sure there is someone in your family tree who used to be a seer. We don't know why these things happen to certain people. Sometimes it runs in the family just skips generations. There have been certain occasions where a muggleborn has been able to tell the future."

Ginny sat back in her seat and shared a look with her husband.

"What are we supposed to do if it happens again?" Harry asked.

"Nothing" Cambridge replied with a shrug.

"Nothing? Our son fainted. He got a fever. He had to spend Christmas in St. Mungo's. You're telling us to just sit back and relax as it happens again?" Ginny said outraged.

"There is nothing you can do" Cambridge replied. "The prophecy is automatically recorded in the Hall of Prophecies. I know the two of you are well acquainted with the place. He is young, his body isn't used to using the amount of magic required to channel a prophecy, that is why he got the fever. When he is older he won't faint or get a fever."

"Is there any way we can stop it?" Ginny asked.

Cambridge looked annoyed, as if he were stopping himself from rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry there is no way to stop it from happening. On the bright side, prophecies only seem to be about big world alerting types of events. Your son shouldn't be having them too often."

Harry thought about that. Trelawney made two predictions in what 13 years? That wasn't often, but still...The auror in him wanted to know more. He had thought about what Al said over and over. He even wrote it down trying to make sure he got it exactly word for word. A new evil has been born into the world, one that is more dangerous that Voldemort, and only night would be able to stop her. Harry wondered why prophecies always had to be in riddles. Why couldn't it be more straight forward? Maybe prophecies like to be confusing so they could be misinterpreted and then filled.

"Prophecies have a way of filling themselves" or at least that what he read in a book about seers that Harry purchased last week.

Harry thought back to the prophecy that was made about him. Well, kinda. It still could have been about Neville. Harry didn't defeat Voldemort's horcruxes on his own. He had Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. How was the prophecy to know that Voldemort would fall while attacking Harry. Maybe Voldemort had planned on killing both Harry and Neville; and he just went after Harry first because he figured a halfblood would be an easier target. It said Voldemort would mark him as an equal, but Neville was equally without his parents, their lives were aching similar. Both grew up in less than ideal living conditions. Both of them had confidence issues. Both of them were Gryffindors. And it's all over now so why did Harry care?

How many years had it been since Harry thought about Voldemort. Hell when was the last time he called him Voldemort. He always called him Tom Riddle after he died, because that's who he was, just Tom Riddle human with a partial soul. "A new breed of darkness, an aberration." What did that mean? Was that not human?

"Harry?"

Harry blinked and looked at his wife.

"Huh?"

"We were just thanking Cambridge for his time. He has to go back to work and we have to get home."

"Right, of course" Harry said. "Thank you for talking to us. We'd appreciate it if this discussion doesn't leave the room."

Harry shook Cambridge's hand.

"Of course. Feel free to contact me if you have any other questions. Just know I am a very busy man. As an unspeakable I understand the importance of keeping things quiet. I wish you and your family well."