Author's Note: I'm not sure how I feel about this one but did give me lots of Marauder feels so I hope you feel the same way. I hope you enjoy, and reviews are always appreciated!

Destiny

August, 1980

"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 an 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." –Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, 1979

"I'm terrified, Mar," the redhead confessed to her friend from the couch of Marlene's house. A table in front of them was set up with all sorts of food, and Lily ate with one hand while she clutched her one month old son in the other. Harry's birthday somehow made the prophecy real, and sent everyone into a panic. Even though there was a possibility it was Alice's boy, they had reason enough to know it was Harry.

"It's not necessarily true," Marlene tried to reassure her friend, partly for her own good. She took a cracker from her plate- which rested on her eight month pregnant belly- before speaking again. "You could be perfectly fine."

"But we're not!" Lily cried. "Voldemort, he knows Marley. He's going to come after us. My son, having the power to defeat the strongest wizard of all time. It can't be right."

Marlene sighed, "It's not. He's going to live love and happy, and we're going to defeat Voldemort before he can touch a hair on his head. Aren't we, Harry?" she asked of the squirming baby, who reached out to grab a chunk of Marlene's long, blond hair. "Yes we are," she added in a baby voice.

"Dumbledore thinks he's going to go after us," Lily whispered. Suddenly in Marlene's mind it all became more serious. If Dumbledore thought something was going to happen… They all held his opinion in such high regard. "Promise me if something happens you'll have him," Lily burst out suddenly.

"Nothing is goin-"

"No, Marlene, you need to promise me. I need to know he's going to be okay."

"Alright, I promise," the blond agreed. But she was confident nothing would happen; they were such strong wizards.

"I bet he could do it," Lily declared. "Harry, when he's older. He'll be just like James, I bet, and hopefully a little like me. He'd be able to kill Voldemort."

Marlene shrugged, "Who knows, maybe it's his destiny."

"Mar! Can I get some help up here?" Edgar's voice called from upstairs.

"I'll just get going," Lily excused herself as the two girls pulled themselves off the couch. "Say goodbye to Aunt Marley, Harry," Lily said to her son in a baby voice.

"Bye Harry," Marlene responded. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lil, she added before the two left her house.

The conversation weighed heavily on Marlene's mind for months after. The two girls didn't realize how right they were, and Marlene would never get to know. Pretty soon the Order would begin to die off fast, and Marlene would be the first of her Hogwarts friends to go. But first she had to help Edgar their daughter to bed.