The Prophecy Revealed
"Lucius, bring me something to drink. We all shall celebrate tonight." said Voldemort as he sat in a large armchair in front of the roaring fire in the great stone fireplace of the Malfoy mansion's living room. Many Death Eaters were there, celebrating the death of a Muggle family. Lucius Malfoy brought him a large glass goblet and gave it to Voldemort with a slight bow. Suddenly, a pale young man with long, greasy black hair burst in to the room, terror on his face. All fell silent.
"My Lord, I have news. Important news." said Severus Snape, panting as if he had ran a marathon.
"Then out with it, Severus." said Voldemort.
"I think this sort of information should be told in private, my Lord." Snape said, glancing around the room suspiciously.
"Must you always be so dramatic? Fine, everyone out."
All the Death Eaters filed out of the room, grumbling.
"Severus, you have your privacy. What is this vital information you posses?"
Snape paused for a moment. "My Lord, I was at the Hog's Head and Albus Dumbledore was there... He was interviewing a woman for a job at Hogwarts. I listened through the door and she...she made some sort of prophecy." He paused here to catch his breath, looking terrified.
"My patience wears thin, Severus. Continue or be gone." Voldemort sighed dismissively.
Snape gulped. "She said, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...' Then they found me, and I rushed straight to you."
Voldemort sat stock still for a moment. "I want you to find the birth dates of all the children of the Order members. NOW!" Voldemort roared, standing up. Snape hurried out of the room. Voldemort threw his glass at the wall with a scream of fury. He turned and began pacing across the room. A moment later, Bellatrix Lestrange poked her head tentatively through the door.
"My Lord, we saw -"
"OUT!" Voldemort screamed, turning on her. The door slammed shut. He returned to pacing.
Potentially, there was someone out there that could kill him. He could not have that. This child would have to be killed straight away, but who could it be? He stormed over to the door and flung it open.
"Find out the birth dates of all the children of the members of the Order of the Phoenix!" he yelled. His Death Eaters stared blankly back at him.
"NOW!" he screamed. "And don't come back until you have them all." The Death Eaters scurried from the hallway outside the living room. He slammed the door shut and returned to pacing. He was Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard of all time. He had done everything, everything to make himself as immortal as possible, how could anyone, especially a child, kill him? Impossible! Had he not used Legilimency on Snape, he would not believe it, and Snape would be dead. His pacing quickened.