A/N: Hello, my wonderful readers! I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated this story! My internship is now well underway, and I don't get a lot of free time when I have 76 4th graders to keep up with! Hopefully, this chapter was worth the wait. Enjoy Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but now Potterheads everywhere have a Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movie to look forward too!


Chapter 2: Prophecy

The steep staircase finally opened up into a long, brightly lit hallway. After being in the darkness of the cellar for so long, Harry was forced to blink furiously in order to get his bearings. Accomplishing this minor victory made him pause at the top of the staircase, much to the dismay of Wormtail.

"Keep moving, Potter! The Dark Lord doesn't like to be kept waiting!"

Harry decided to press his luck as the pair continued down the hallway.

"You know, Wormtail," he began, "I seem to remember saving your life once. This is how you thank me? Maybe I should have let Lupin and Sirius kill you! The way I see it, you owe me a life debt!"

The color seemed to leave Wormtail's face at this thought, and for a moment, Harry was sure that he had gotten through to the man formerly known as Scabbers the rat. But then, the beady eyed man seemed to remember who he was working for.

"Nice try, boy! But I know where my loyalties lie. I must obey my master!"

Harry noticed that he looked slightly nervous. He had at least hit a nerve or two.

"Suit yourself, Peter.", he said with a shrug, "Just don't say I didn't try to help you!"

As Harry finished speaking, the two of them came to the end of the corridor, stopping in front of a huge set of double doors. Knowing who awaited him on the other side, Harry felt his heart pound in his chest.

Still keeping a tight hold on Harry's neck, Wormtail reached out with his wand hand and knocked three times on the door.

For a moment in which Harry forgot to breathe, nothing happened.

Then the doors seemed to swing open on their own.

"Enter.", Voldemort whispered.


Wormtail pushed Harry forward into the enormous drawing room and the doors slammed themselves closed behind them. Harry heard the locks click as he was forced to his knees in the center of the room.

He was trapped.

Harry looked around the new room of his prison. Every inch of wall was covered with Death Eaters. There were at least twice as many now than there had been the night in the graveyard!

Voldemort stood in front of the massive fireplace, facing away from Harry. The prophecy from the Department of Mysteries was in his left hand. In his right hand, he held his wand. Harry could see his wand sitting on top of the mantel. If only he could get to it…

Slowly, Voldemort turned around to look at the boy who was kneeling helplessly on the floor. Harry tried to put on a brave face as the two enemies glared at each other.

"Welcome, Harry Potter," the Dark Lord whispered softly, "Your time has come at last! I trust that he did not give you any trouble, Wormtail?" he asked the small man.

"N-None, my lord," Wormtail squeaked fearfully, "He tried to escape before we left the cellar, but I stopped him with a simple Freezing Jinx."

"Excellent, Wormtail! I knew you would not fail me. You shall be rewarded!" Voldemort praised.

"Thank you, my lord!" Wormtail bowed.

Harry silently reminded himself to stay calm. Surely, someone at Hogwarts knew he was missing by now? Where was Dumbledore when you needed him?

Scanning the room of Death Eaters again, Harry's eyes came to rest on an all too familiar figure standing beside the fireplace. It was a man Harry had seen in every Potions class he had taken at Hogwarts.

Professor Severus Snape stood at Voldemort's side, staring down at Harry with an expressionless face.


Harry couldn't control himself any longer.

"TRAITOR!" he yelled, rushing towards the greasy-haired man, "I KNEW DUMBLEDORE COULDN'T TRUST YOU, YOU SLIMY BASTARD!"

Voldemort grinned at Snape as several Death Eaters grabbed Harry and forced him back to the floor. Bellatrix Lestrange grabbed a fistful of his hair and pressed a knife to his throat.

"Poor itty, bitty, baby Potter!" she mocked in her horrible mock baby voice, "Severus has always been and will always be loyal to the Dark Lord!"

The Death Eaters erupted in laughter.

Voldemort held up a hand for silence.

"It's time to reveal the contents of the prophecy that our young friend here has so graciously provided for us." he announced, "See to it that there are no more interruptions."

Bellatrix kept her knife under Harry's chin, forcing him to remain still as another Death Eater gagged him.

Harry knew it was now impossible to escape. He would not be leaving this room alive…


Harry was forced to watch as Voldemort touched the glowing orb with the tip of his wand.

At first, nothing happened. Then a wisp of fog slowly came out of the top of the prophecy and began to take shape. A moment later, the tall skinny figure of Professor Trelawny had appeared in the room. She had the same trance-like look on her face she had had the night Wormtail had escaped. Harry watched fearfully, his heart pounding in his chest.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born as the seventh month dies…Born to those who have thrice defied the Dark Lord…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not…For neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

The apparition of the Divination professor disappeared into nothingness. Silence followed the telling of the prophecy.

Finally, Voldemort spoke.

"Good-bye, Harry Potter."

Harry closed his eyes as Voldemort raised his wand…


"Wait, Master! He is not what he seems!"

Harry opened one eye to see the enormous snake, Nagini sitting just a few inches away from him. Her tongue flickered in and out of her mouth, touching his face.

"What are you saying Nagini?"hissed Voldemort in Parseltongue.

"He smells like you, Master! There is something familiar about him."

It can't be!, the Dark Lord thought to himself. The boy couldn't possibly be one of my horcruxes! Surely, I would be able to sense a piece of my soul inside of him?

Slowly, Voldemort walked towards Harry, who was unsuccessfully trying to break free of the Death Eaters' grip.

"Well, well, well," Voldemort whispered, staring down at the terrified boy, "This changes everything!"


A/N: And there's Chapter 2! What did you think? You know what to do!

Love, Mickeygirl20 :)