Summary: The prophecy that predicts the future of Harry Potter is beginning to finally come true.

A/N: Finally updated this…please review!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the wonderfully talented J.K Rowling.

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"I've got double Potions first," groaned Ron. "What about you, Harry?"

"Er," Harry quickly looked down at the sheet in front of him. "Yes, I've got it too."

"With Slytherin!" Ron shook his head. "Could this day get any worse?"

Harry glanced down at his schedule. He did have double potions with Slytherin. He helped himself to some scrambled eggs as Hermione accepted The Daily Prophet from an owl. She frowned.

"There's no mention of Morgana Fay in here." Harry waited for the searing pain, but none came.

"Should there be?" asked Ron, his mouth full of biscuit.

"Well. It seems a little odd that Hogwarts accepted her in the 6th year. I just expected…"

"Harry. Ron, " interrupted Angelina Johnson. "We're having auditions for new Beaters after breakfast. I want the entire team to be there."

"I was kicked off the team last year, remember?" Harry responded flatly.

"Did you really think it would stay that way?" replied Angelina. "I'll see you two tomorrow." She wandered off in the direction of the other team members.

"YES!" Ron shouted. "WE'VE GOT OUR BEST PLAYER BACK!"

Ginny, who had been staring at them, got up and stalked away.

"What's her deal?" asked Ron.

"Honestly, you two. She just got kicked off the team," Hermione told them exasperatedly. She got up to follow Ginny.

"Well, I guess that's it," Ron said. "Listen, mate, I left a book upstairs. I'll see you in class." He left too, and Harry was left alone. He sighed, and decided to leave too. He swung his bag and began to walk.

BAAAAMMM.

He hit into something, and he and his books fell straight to the ground.

"Ouch!" he muttered, trying to get himself off the ground.

"So sorry," said a cold voice, sounding not very sorry indeed. She waved her wand, and all his books flew into a neat pile inside his back. She stalked off, Malfoy following her like a dog.

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"Morgana!" yelled Draco. "Where are you going?" She had turned a corner ahead of him instead of going straight to Professor Snape's classroom. She turned around abruptly as he followed her around the corner.

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Harry sat down heavily on a metal bench. The rest of the Quidditch team was clustered around Angelina, who was directing the auditioners.

"Alright, Harry!" she finally shouted. "Get out here and warm up!" Harry reluctantly stood, and got his broom. He lifted off from the ground in one clean, sweeping motion, and soared high above the other players. The team and the auditioners soared about below, and soon Angelina had the Bludgers out.

Suddenly, Harry felt a little dizzy. He had felt dizzy before, and so he didn't think it was much. Maybe it was being up so high after a summer of no flying, or maybe he had ate too much at breakfast. He flew around a bit more, watching a boy battle a Bludger with his broom. As he flew, he started to feel more and more dizzy. He brushed it off once again, thinking he just needed time to adjust. A few moments later, he knew that was a mistake. Black dots appeared in front of his eyes, and the colors around him blurred. His head felt heavy, too heavy. It weighed him over, pushing him off his broom. And then, he fell. He didn't feel himself hit the ground, he didn't see himself falling, he didn't feel any pain, but he did see a flash of blinding violet before he hit the ground.

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"Morgana!" yelled Draco as soon as he caught up with her. "What are you doing? We're going to be late!"

"I got lost," she said.

"I called to you, like, five times!"

"I didn't hear you," she lied blatantly, which Draco would of noticed if he wasn't head over heels in love with her.

"Oh, okay," he said. "C'mon. You don't want to induce the wrath of Snape. I've done it too much," he bragged, even though Snape would dream of yelling at him. Morgana walked quickly, ahead of Draco, and turned into the classroom. Once again, Draco didn't even notice that she had never been to the class before, yet knew exactly where it was. They got their seats as Snape strode into the classroom. A boy entered a few moments after him.

"Sir?" he asked.

"Yes?" Snape responded coldly.

"Er. Professor McGonagall says that Harry Potter will not be joining the class this morning. He had an, an, er, Quidditch accident," the boy said nervously. Snape nodded briskly, and the boy left. Snape turned to the class.

"Unfortunately, it seems we will be without out our Mr. Potter this morning. Whatever shall we do?" he said sarcastically. Morgana smiled slowly, but Draco, who had been staring at her, took it like it was aimed to him, and smiled back.