"He's coming!" A woman rushed through the doors of the Headmaster's office. "He's really coming this time!"

"Who?" A man of short stature questioned. He did not seem to be the least bit interested in the woman's revelation.

"Oh, you know who, Flitwick! It's him," the woman tried to explain. She pushed up her thick-rimmed glasses and turned to an elderly woman sitting at a desk. "You believe me, McGonagall, don't you?"

The elderly woman's face was blank. "Trelawney, don't you think this prediction could possibly be a bit…inaccurate?"

"It's not! I swear!"

Flitwick let out a sigh and raised an eyebrow. "McGonagall, she's being completely ridiculous! He didn't even fight in the Battle of Hogwarts! He was only a boy then. I don't see why he'd attack now."

"TO FINISH VOLDEMORT'S REIGN! He may have been just a boy back then, but he remembers well…He's going to come! Death Eaters still exist!" The woman ran her hands through her bushy, brown hair and looked around frantically.

"And who exactly will stop this 'dark wizard?'"

"Potter," the witch said.

"Oh please! Potter's already defeated Voldemort, you can't expect him to—"

"Not Harry! The boy!"

"He's a baby, Trelawney!" This time, the old woman spoke. "You're being completely rash!"

Trelawney fell to her knees and broke into tears. "He's coming! I know he is! You've got to believe me!"

Both the old woman and short man shook their hands. They tried to dismiss her and tell her that her reasoning was preposterous, but the bushy-haired woman would not move. She kept shouting and wailing, and it was not until the large man came to escort her.

The man and old woman resumed their previous conversation on the conduction of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s, and how to improve the grades on such tests. they agreed upon the inaccuracy of the woman's prediction.

Little did they know, she was right.