A jet of red light hit the nearest Death Eater; he fell backward into a grandfather clock and knocked it over. The second Death Eater, however, had leap aside to avoid Harry's spell and now pointed his own wand at Hermione, who had crawled out from under the desk to get a better aim.
"Avada —"
Harry launched himself across the floor and grabbed the Death Eater around the knees, causing him to topple and his aim to go awry.
But the Death Eater Harry had just tackled completed the curse despite having his wand out of position.
"—Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light, a distant scream and a crack, and Harry knew no more. Hermione fell to his knees beside her best friend and stared in shock as Neville ran rapidly toward Harry, his wand held up in front of Death Eater who had cast the killing curse had also froze, with his wand arm still raised, as the prophecy fell to the floor with a Sibyll Trelawney rose , draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet standing over the crumpled body of Harry James Potter.
"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 . . . AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK
HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS
NOT . . . AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER
CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES. . . . THE ONE WITH THE
POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH
MONTH DIES. . . ."
And with that, Sibyll Trelawney faded into silver mist and vanished.
There was a tinkling of glass.
Slowly, before the astonished eyes of the combatants, Harry Potter opened his eyes again, his iris glowing killing curse green as he rose to his feet.
As the bright illumination of King's Cross gave way to darkness, Harry felt he could move again.
"- THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. . . ."
So this is it.
And now he felt it.
Power, held together by the residual of the failed Killing curse, ran through his vein. And if what his father had told him was true, then any Death Eater present tonight would count themselves lucky to escape unscathed.
Shaking his head slightly to store the image of his parent, happy and content, standing together by the platform's edge to the back of his mind, Harry slowly rose to his feet.