Hey! Sorry for the long wait and the shortness! It took me a while to figure out how to get to the part that I wanted. I guess you could say it was a small dose of writer's block. But I'm better…for now. Enjoy!

Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 3- Goddrick's Hollow and the Prophecy

Harry walked up the front steps of his old home. Hermione and Ron followed close behind him. He felt his hands shaking as he reached for the door knob. He was so scared of what he'd find in the place that held him during his earliest years of life. He had no idea what memories would be locked up in the old house. He felt more obligated than ready to start finding out.

Harry's shaking hand touched the door knob and he opened the door. His face paled even more than it had already. Why was it unlocked? Does anyone care what happens to this house?

Hermione put a soothing hand on his shoulder. He looked back at his two friends. She gave him a reassuring smile and he felt…well reassured. Ron grinned nervously.

"You guys ready?" Harry asked. The two nodded slowly. He let out a sigh and walked into the abandoned house.

The wooden floorboards creaked as they made their way farther into the huge Victorian home. The curtains on the windows were closed but light still shined through--barely. Dust particles sat comfortably everywhere and sheets were thrown over the furniture. Despite the loneliness of the house, it felt warm and almost inviting.

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Ginny woke up just minutes after Harry and the others left. She too had a plan to sneak out of the house. She dressed quickly and slipped down the stairs. She left her note next to Hermione's and dashed silently out the back door.

Ginny had taken Hermione's idea--about helping the Order without actually being in the Order--to heart. Now was the time to put her plan into effect. She had been thinking about it ever since the end of the school year.

Her idea was completely planned out and perfect. There were no flaws…well none that she could see. Luna Lovegood even helped on the details. There was no way in hell that she was going to sit back and let everyone else fight while she sat at home watching reruns on the telly.

She hurried off to her destination, knowing that she would have tons to explain when she came back home.

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Draco paced his room once more. He had not gotten a wink of sleep--he was too busy wondering what Voldemort and Snape were talking about. There was something that wasn't right and he knew it. The Dark Lord was only using him, he knew that from the beginning. But what he didn't know was the real reason. Initially, he thought that Voldemort wanted to send him on suicide missions to get back at his father for the lack of success. Now, he wasn't too sure of what was really going on.

He stopped pacing as an idea hit him. He knew someone, besides Dumbledore, who would know what was going on and would be more than ecstatic to tell him. Draco sat down at his desk and rummaged through the drawers, looking for a quill and parchment. As soon as he found a clean sheet of parchment and a quill he began his letter.

Gwynavere,

I have encountered a slightly problematic dilemma. Your assistance will be needed. I need you to meet me tomorrow at the Three Broomsticks for breakfast and an urgent chat. You may be the only one who can really help me. Don't let me down.

Your loving cousin

Draco smiled at the letter. If anyone could help him it was Gwyn. He watched his owl fly off into the distance.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione spent hours in Harry's childhood home. After a while, they started searching the house for nothing in particular. This proved to be a wise decision because they found some of the most helpful things.

Ron sat on the floor of Harry's parents' former bedroom. He was staring blankly at the old book that sat on his lap. What is this? He had found the book hidden under some of the floor boards. It went on about the power of seven and the seven chosen ones. It was all mostly prophesized crap to him, but he decided that it was worthy of Harry's and Hermione's attention.

Ron stood up and left the room in search of his two friends with the book tucked under his arm. He found them in the Potter house library. He rushed over to them.

"Guys, check this out," He said. He was happy with himself for finding something so important. Ron laid the book on the table in front of his two friends. Hermione looked up first.

"What is it Ron?" She asked. She had been engrossed in a book that seemed to be older than the one he found.

"It talks about some sort of prophecy," Ron informed. "And something about seven chosen ones," He added. Harry looked at the page the book was open to. His brow furrowed as he read down the page.

"What in the bloody…" He didn't finish for he was too busy reading the descriptions of the seven chosen. They described people he knew and if he didn't know better he would have said that they were the people he was thinking about.

"Isn't that strange?" Ron asked.

Hermione read the first paragraph aloud:

"Seven teens will be chosen to save the world. They will obtain great powers of the ancient wizarding civilization and harness their hatred and energy. Not all will get along but each is the enemy of the other's enemy. Hatred will be combined with love and friendship will eradicate anger. Those of the darkness will finally dwell in the light and those of the light will understand what it's like in the darkness."

"What do you think?" Ron asked.

"I think we need to show this to the Order," Hermione said. Ron grinned, proud of his founding.

Sorry this is so short, but I had to hurry up and post it. Next one will be longer, I guarantee it! It might be a little while before I update cause it's summer and Harry Potter came out so I'm definitely going to see that like three times and bawl my eyes out every single time I watch Sirius die--something I'm still pissed about. I'll aslo cry because Fred and George cut their hair and they were so beautiful in the fourth movie. Oh amd Harry's hair is severly terrible.