A/N: This is my first attempt at fanfic. Please be kind. Also, this story starts off R/Hr, but ends H/Hr.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be amusing myself writing fanfics.

Chapter 1: Revelations

"So, Ron, when were you planning to tell me that you fancy Hermione?"

Two seventeen-year-old boys sat in front of the common room fire. One was raven-haired with glasses, and lay back in an over-stuffed armchair. The other one, Ron, had red hair and slouched on the couch drinking butterbeer. At this statement, he spit out his drink, and choked and coughed a bit before answering in a strangely high voice:

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"Oh, come on. Everyone knows it."

"Am I that bloody obvious?"

"Yes."

"Well, maybe I fancy her a bit…"

"Just a little bit? As in a little bit more than Queen Victoria fancied Albert?"

"All right. You've made your point. Maybe a lot. But she doesn't feel the same way."

"I think she does. Over the last year, she's been giving you more looks than at her books. I'll tell you what. I'll talk to Hermione tomorrow, and she if she does. When I give you the good news, we'll devise a strategy."

"Okay, mate. Thanks."

Harry wondered why he had gotten himself into this mess. He was hopeless at girls, something Hermione had made pretty obvious in fifth year. Maybe he did it to help his best friends. Maybe he did it to act as a catalyst in their relationship. But deep inside, he knew the real reason.

Flashback: 1 year before

Harry walked into the common room. It was finally time to tell Ron and Hermione about the prophesy. Luckily, they were both in the common room.

"Ron, Hermione, can you come with me? There's something I need to tell you."

"Hey! If this has anything to do with DA, I deserve to know."

Harry spun around. Ginny had said that. He thought about it for a moment.

"Alright, you can come. Neville, you come too. Ginny, get Luna, please."

Eventually, they reached the Room of Requirement. After passing it three times, a large oak door appeared. Harry reached for the brass knob and the six of them ventured in.

Inside the room was a large, rectangular table with six chairs and six settings for tea. Harry sat down at the head and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Yes, well? What is it?" Ron's voice echoed through the large room.

Harry stood up and walked to the window. It looked out onto the quidditch pitch. That was odd, really, because Harry was sure the pitch was the other direction. He took a sip of his tea before saying, "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 shall 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…."

"That's very nice, Harry, but why are you saying that?" Ron asked

"Obviously, it's important, Ron, otherwise he wouldn't be saying it. Just let him explain, will you?" Hermione chastised.

"It's the prophesy, the one we destroyed. A child born near the end of July to parents who have evaded Voldemort three times can defeat Voldemort. As it turns out, two people fit this description: me, of course, and Neville."

Neville went white at this statement. "So, I, I might have to fight You-Know-Who?"

"No," Luna said. "Harry's the one he marked as his equal. Look at his scar."

Harry looked at Luna, bewildered. "That's right."

"What is the power the Dark Lord knows not?" Ginny inquired,

"Love, of course," Hermione stated, before Harry had a chance to open his mouth.

"Since apparently everyone knows all about this prophesy, I should leave," Harry suggested sarcastically.

"No, mate! Please don't! I don't understand any of this!" Ron pleaded.

"You all missed the point! I either have to kill or be killed! I'm going to die!" Harry's voice cracked.

"You've got all of us to help you!" Ginny said. "You can't go wrong there."

That was what Harry most feared. He didn't want them to endanger themselves to help him. He saw Hermione give Ron a reassuring smile and pat his hand. That's when he knew. He had to get them out of his life. He set his teacup down and stormed out of the room.