New Potential Chapter 3, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: Wow! Thanks for all of the reviews guys! I really appreciate them! Ok, well, first off this next chapter will answer any questions you have about Dumbledore reading Harry's mind and whatnot! Please don't think I'm rushing this by writing this in the third chapter, because it's absolutely necessary that you know this! Thanks again for all the reviews!

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Chapter 3

The Second Prophecy

Arthur Weasley was barley listening to today's boring Order meeting. He was too busy gathering his courage for what he was about to do. He was going to attempt what everyone else seemed not able to do. Confront Albus Dumbledore.

As the meeting was brought to a close (Much to the relief of some), he cleared his throat loudly, getting everyone's attention.

"Arthur?" Dumbledore asked, looking up from some papers that he was shuffling. "Did you have something that you wanted to say?"

"Yes, thank you sir," he responded, carefully deciding how to proceed. "I have a question for you that I was hoping you could answer."

"Well? Ask away!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully, popping a fresh Lemon Drop in his mouth with a contented sigh.

"It is a question about Harry Potter. I wondered if you could clear something up?" Arthur said.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Arthur said Harry's name. "What do you want to know about that twisted murderer, Dad?" Ron barked, shoveling down a slice of pie, and splattering his robes with the filling. Across the table, Snape wrinkled his nose is disgust.

"That is between me and the Headmaster, Ronald!" said Mr. Weasley.

Dumbledore sighed dramatically, vanishing the papers with a flick of his wand. "Everyone, please leave us. I need to talk to Arthur in privet."

"Well, I don't see why I can't stay! I'm his son, after all! Plus, you inducted me into the Order yesterday, so why can't I hear?" Ron blurted, now eating Snape's unfinished pie. Snape looked like he wanted to poison Ron, but was resisting that temptation quite well.

"Absolutely not, Ronald! While you may be a member of The Order, there are certain things that a child should not hear. Now please leave."

Ron looked like he was about to argue, but Mrs. Weasley stepped over and grabbed him, promising to make him a batch of Cauldron Cakes to eat. Snape now looked like he was about to vomit, because Ron's dirty robes had brushed against his immaculate black ones.

As soon as everyone left, Albus jumped up and cast wards on the door. Extendable Ears would not be able to listen in on them. Nor would anyone be able to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"What is it Arthur?" Dumbledore asked, startled as he turned and found Mr. Weasley's face an inch from his own.

"You know what this is about! Harry's trial! You didn't do anything to help him get cleared!"

"Arthur, I'm sorry to tell you this, really I am, but I didn't want Harry to be cleared. He had to go to Azkaban for the greater good! Surly, you understand how this works by now?"

"You what!" yelled Arthur."You let Harry Potter… The Chosen One get locked up in the most dangerous prison the whole world? Why?"

Dumbledore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I didn't want to have to tell you yet, but Harry Potter is not The Chosen One."

Arthur's mouth dropped open. "You're saying…he's not…that he won't…?" he sputtered, shocked beyond belief.

"Yes, he will not kill Voldemort."

"So you sent him to Azkaban?" Mr. Weasley shouted, regaining use of his voice.

"I knew that Mr. Potter was innocent the first time that I saw him. I read his mind, and it confirmed that he had nothing to do with killing his family. The greater good had to be considered, however. He needed to be locked up in Azkaban. It was either that, or I kill him."

"You'd do WHAT?" Mr. Weasley screamed. He could not believe what he was hearing. The famed Leader of Light sent an innocent boy to Azkaban.

"I also convinced a trustworthy ministry official to steal the Minister's stock of truth serum so there would be none to give to Potter."

"But…why?" Mr. Weasley asked faintly, sitting down in a chair to avoid falling over.

Dumbledore sighed again, and looked around, no doubt looking for any possible eavesdroppers. "There was a prophecy made before Harry's birth. It goes: 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 his equal, but he will have power that the dark lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other…for neither one can live while the other survives…"

Mr. Weasley was stunned. So this is why Voldemort wants to kill Harry so badly. He still, however, did not understand something. "Albus, why did you lock Harry up because of this? If he is to kill Voldemort, then why lock him up?"

"Ah. That is complicated. The prophecy could have applied to two children. Harry Potter or, as strange as it may seem, another boy named Neville Longbottom."

"I still don't see what this has to do with anything!" said Mr. Weasley, crossing his arms.

"Remember the line stating: 'the dark lord will mark him as his equal'?" asked Dumbledore. "Voldemort could have chosen either boy to attack, but he chose Harry. By choosing him, he unknowingly created a magical bond. While Harry is alive, Voldemort is invincible. 'Neither can live while the other survives'. Do you understand now?"

"No. If Harry is to kill Voldemort, how can he do so if he is dead?"

"That's the tricky part. According to the prophecy, Harry OR Neville could kill Voldemort!" Dumbledore explained, shaking his head.

"So you're saying that, as soon as Harry dies in Azkaban, you will have Neville kill Voldemort?"

"That's about right, yes. I would have rather it been Harry to do the deed, but that would be impossible. If Harry was to survive, then Voldemort would still be alive no matter what we did to kill him."

"So no matter what, Harry must die?" asked Mr. Weasley, voice shaking with emotion. Harry was like a son that he never had.

"Unfortunately, yes. However, a few days ago, a new prophecy appeared in the Department of Mysteries. It is rather strange. A loyal contact in the Ministry got it for me. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley, shaking his head. "Poor Harry. He has no idea what must happen."

"He has a basic idea, but he never thought that he would have to die. He only thought of it as a possibility."

"Shouldn't you tell him? You at least owe him that!"

"No, we can't. No one else but us must know this. It is absolutely vital that this remains secret. Now, onto the new prophecy." From in his majestic blue robes, Dumbledore pulled out a white, glowing ball. It looked to be filled with mist, but as Dumbledore tapped it with his wand, it turned a brilliant golden color.

Suddenly, Mr. Weasley heard many cold, clear voices in his head. He was startled, but calmed himself when Dumbledore gave him a reassuring nod.

"There soon comes the day when the betrayed shall raise…Forsaken by his friends, he will realize his true potential…the bonds that bind him will be nullified…the evil one shall be redeemed…and the spell soon broken…the hero will not be a lord…just a man…forced into hiding by those he once trusted…to be soul bonded to the one he hates…to join with the ones he never knew existed …to kill the dark lord…to leave the world forever…"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, Mr. Weasley realized what had happened. There was a new prophecy that seemed to overrule the other. He was, quite frankly, terrified. "What does it mean?"

Dumbledore stashed the sphere back in his robes, and shook his head. "I have no idea. The best I can figure, it pertains to either Harry or Neville, because only they can kill Voldemort. I don't however, know any of the details."

"How can it pertain to Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked bitterly. "He is doomed to die because of you."

"I can't change the prophecy. I can, however, work with it. That is the best option."

"Wait a minute!" cried Mr. Weasley, looking smug. "You can't let Harry die!"

"Arthur, I know you're upset, but -"

"No, I mean you literally can't!" Arthur cried, looking overjoyed.

"Why ever not?" gasped a confused Dumbledore. He was running through his plan in his mind. What did I do wrong? He wondered.

"Harry, according to the prophecy, must die at Voldemort's hand! If a Dementer kills him, then the prophecy will be unfulfilled!"

Dumbledore relaxed hearing these words. He had already planned for that. "Harry will die at Voldemort's hand. Somewhat indirectly, though.

"Huh?" said Mr. Weasley, the elation he was feeling vanishing.

"Lucius Malfoy is the real cause of Harry's death. He killed the Dursleys, and because of this, Harry was sent to Azkaban. Technically, Lucius is the real cause for his death."

"Yes, but Lucius is not Voldemort!"

"Who employed Lucius? Who ordered Lucius to frame Harry? Whose real fault is it that he will die?" Dumbledore explained, amused at the genius of his master plan.

The tiny bubble of hope in Arthur's chest burst. "I see, now."

"Yes. I know it is a large risk, but it is one that we will need to take. Our very world is doomed if we don't!"

Mr. Weasley and Dumbledore sat quietly for a minute, and then stood up. "Well, sir…I'd better get going. I have to go see Molly and the kids."

Dumbledore looked grave, but nodded.

"Arthur?" he said. Mr. Weasley turned around to see Dumbledore with his wand out. "For the greater good. Obliviate!"

Outside the second door that Dumbledore had forgotten to ward, Severus Snape leaned back in shock.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O

Bellatrix Lestrange sobbed quietly on the floor of her cell. It was a tiny and cramped space filled with dirt and grime. Bellatrix looked a little worse for the wear. She had several deep cuts down her face and arms, plus a black eye.

There's only a few more minutes left now. She thought. Her execution was scheduled for two in the afternoon. It was one thirty.

What do you think about half an hour before your death? She wondered. She wasn't given much option, though. Because of the constant stream of Dementers outside her door, she was forced to wallow in her worst memories. Her darkest fears. Being a former Death Eater, she had plenty of those.

Suddenly, an Auror stepped up to her cell and stuck a key in the lock, opening the door. "Ms. Lestrange, you have a visitor."

Bellatrix blinked. Who would visit me? She wondered. She walked out of her dingy cell, barley able to support her own weight. She followed the guard down a dark hallway to a small, windowless room. It was pitch black and there was no one inside.

"What -" she started to ask, but the Auror just closed the door, leaving her alone.

Maybe it will be someone from Gringotts to settle my affairs. She thought, but quickly dismissed the idea, as Fudge had taken all her money and put it in his own vault.

Suddenly, Bellatrix detected movement in a dark corner. She turned towards it, and asked: "Who's there?"

A man stepped out of the shadows. He was clad completely in a black cloak that also covered his face. He was tall, but that was all Bellatrix could tell. "Who are you?" she asked again.

The man had a course, raspy voice that chilled Bellatrix to the bone. "That's not important. What is important is that your execution is in twenty two minutes."

Later, Bellatrix would notice that he had no watch on, and there was no clock in the room. "I know." She said, trying to sound braver than she felt.

"Do you think you deserve death?" the man asked.

"Yes, truthfully I do. I murdered dozens of people, and tortured many others. I know I don't deserve to live, but I want to." Bellatrix didn't know why she was telling this man these things, but she felt compelled to speak.

The figure shook his head as if that settled the matter. "What if I told you there was a way to escape this place forever? Would you do it?"

Bellatrix looked at the man shrewdly. "How do I know that I can trust you?"

"You don't and have no reason to. However, you have no choice. It's either this or death. You chose."

Bellatrix had a thought. "Would it be worth it for me to live? After all that I've done? I couldn't make a difference in things."

"Ah, but you show remorse. That makes all of the difference in the world."

Bellatrix felt a flutter of hope in her chest. "Ok, what do I have to do?"

"Take this!" the man said. He handed Bellatrix a tiny bronze key. "Before you leave, use this key to break someone else out. The number of their cell is on the key. Should you fail…the world will be in jeopardy."

Bellatrix gulped. "Who is this person that I'm supposed to save?"

"I cannot tell you that. If I did, you may be reluctant to do the deed. I will give you a clue, though."

"What is it?" asked Bella, a bit apprehensive.

"I – was that a prophecy?" Bellatrix stammered, confused and awed.

"Yes it was. Small parts of it pertain to you, but the majority pertains to another."

There was a knock at the door, causing Bella to jump.

The man in front of her cursed softly. "We are out of time. Bellatrix, do not fight death. Let it come. It will take more courage than anything you will ever do, but let it come. "

"Wait! You mean I should die?"

"Yes. Let the Dementer kill you."

"But what about breaking out, and saving the other?" Bellatrix asked, fear coursing through her like poison.

"Do not worry. All will be made right. Just trust me. I know what I am doing."

Bella was about to say something else, but the figure rushed out of the room, and the Auror came back in. "Get moving!" he barked, pushing her through the door.

Bellatrix was sent back to her cell, where she nervously spent the last ten minutes before her death.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O

Harry Potter had barely moved an inch on the bench in his cell. He had but an hour and a half left to live. Upon arriving, Harry realized that the Dementers affected him more than he had thought that they would. After only the first few hours in his cell, he was rendered unmoving, screaming as the foul memories of his parent's deaths assaulted his mind.

Eventually, he calmed himself down enough to sit and drink some water that had leaked out of a tiny hole in the wall. What am I going to do? He wondered. I'll go crazy here if someone doesn't help me!

But Harry was not the only one with a dire problem…

For Bellatrix, her time was up.

A/N: Well, to answer some review questions: No, Harry won't forgive most people. (Why would he? Dumbledore tried to get him killed.) Also, yes there will be a lot of Harry getting revenge, and Dumbledore and Weasley bashing! Thanks soooooooo much to everyone who reads and reviews!

By the way, for those of you wondering….I am…. (Drum roll please)…..a guy and I'm 14 years old….Mwahahahaha no one thought that was coming….

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