The Unknown Prophecy

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Harry Potter or anyone else in the fanfic, I don't. J.K owns it all.

Summary: The war is over, the prophecy fulfilled that was foretold long ago. Both Harry and Voldemort have vanished, and many believe them both dead. But a party of five keep a spark of hope to Harry's return, not expecting that an untold prophecy is now in play. The Unknown Prophecy that will change it all.

A/N: There will be a lot of traveling between past and present in the chapters to come. Again POV will change, but remain in third person.

Searching For Answers:

"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you, Harry?" asked Mrs. Potter.

"I'm sure." Harry replied taking a deep breath.

"Well, we'll come and collect you once your meeting is finished. Don't go wandering around too much. We live in troubled times," Emily warned.

Harry nodded as James and Emily waved goodbye and started towards the village. This statement made Harry uneasy. How could he have forgotten that his parents' time was when Voldemort was steadily gaining more power, striking fear into the hearts of many? And if what had happened to him had happened to Voldemort as well…Harry didn't even want to think about it. He punched himself inwardly and looked across the platform.

He was at Hogsmeade Station. It looked just as it did in his time, though it had a tense atmosphere and the buildings were younger. People were bustling around him, shopping in their hands, talking in low voices with one another, as if they feared that what they might say could find its way to the wrong ears. Some looked at him and smiled. Others looked at him with a reproving glance; as if young teenage boys should not be at the station alone incase they caused trouble.

Harry continued to look around, standing on tip toe so as to see above the heads of passers-by. Winding his way through the mass of people, he made his way to a familiar looking witch. She had black hair, pulled into a tight bun, square framed glasses and a stern face, but she was younger.

"Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked her in what he hoped was a voice worthy of a teenager who had only just met her.

McGonagall turned her head to face Harry. Her expression seemed to change, but only for a second. She had looked as if she were about to smile. Harry was doing his best to look nervous.

"You must be Mr. Hunter." Harry nodded. "Dumbledore will be at the castle waiting for you." she turned and began walking briskly towards the end of the platform, Harry tailing behind. "We don't usually get students coming this late in their magical education," she added as they came across a space in the crowd. McGonagall stopped abruptly.

Standing at the end of the platform was one of the carriages Harry had travelled in to reach Hogwarts for the start of term feast in his own time. A single thestral was tethered to the front, its eye on Harry. Harry involuntarily shivered. He had first seen what was making the otherwise horse-less carriages move in his fifth year, after he had seen the death of an innocent; Cedric Diggory, at the hands of Voldemort.

Harry climbed into the carriage with a strange sense that something important was either happening or about to happen. He couldn't quite place where the feeling had come from. It had sprung upon him so suddenly. He tried to bring the feeling closer to his consciousness, but McGonagall shut the door to the carriage with a loud bang and the feeling disappeared just as mysteriously as it had come. The thestral began to move, dragging the carriage behind it. The carriage bumped a few times on the ground, but otherwise it was a silent journey, Harry too deep in his thoughts to make any worthwhile conversation.

Ginny woke with a start, hot and feverish. Tears poured down her cheeks and mixed together with the sweat that was dripping down her brow.

It was the same every morning since Harry's disappearance. She would always wake from the same dream in this way, only remembering a few details; a flash of light, a questioning cry, and pain followed by black nothingness.

Ginny quickly gave up on pondering what these details could mean. Dreams usually were, after all, your sub-conscious trying to work things out that you couldn't solve on the conscious level. She supposed it would sort itself out on its own eventually.

She made her way to the bathroom and scrubbed her face clean. Her eyes were a little red, but besides that no-one would ever be able to tell she had been crying.

Deciding that she needed some time to herself, Ginny quickly dressed and grabbed a piece of toast before slipping out of the apartment. No one would ever now she had left. She would be back before they noticed anyway, Ginny reasoned.

As she walked the chilly streets of London, she wished she had brought a cloak. There was an unusually fierce wind, whipping her hair and stinging her hands and face. Ginny wrapped her thin jumper around herself just a little more as she entered a small park on this August morning.

It was a quiet park with plenty of trees and lush green grass. There were a few people about, though more appropriately dressed. Ginny continued to walk until she came upon a rather large beech tree, further away from anyone else. On impulse she climbed it rather stealthily and sat in one of its branches, her leg dangling from the side.

Ginny looked over the park and at the sky. It was cloudy and grey, not a sign of golden yellow sun or blue. Exactly how I feel she thought rather miserably all cold inside. Like there is no tomorrow.

"It does look rather dull, doesn't it?"

Ginny started, at the stranger's deep voice, almost loosing her balance and falling from her perch; something she hadn't done since she was nine. She hadn't even heard this stranger approach and as he came closer to where she sat her eyes widened in astonishment.

Instead of a coat and jeans, or something of the like, this man wore robes: wizard's robes. It was a wonder no one was staring at them; Ginny was hidden amongst the tree's branches, though the man was in plain sight.

He wore robes of blue; the type of blue the sky is in the hours just after dawn. They seemed to blow around him of their own accord and against the direction of the wind. The stranger was tall, with faded red hair streaked white escaping from under his wizard hat. He smiled up at her and Ginny could see the beginnings of wrinkles on his face. And then she saw his eyes, sparkling blue, twinkling like anything. They looked almost exactly the same as…

"Dumbledore…" Ginny breathed, voicing her thought without realizing it. The man chuckled a little at her mistake, his eyes twinkling more than ever.

"I'm afraid not, young child," he replied. "A friend of his you could say though."

Ginny didn't know what to say. She just stared dumbly, her mouth hanging open. Realizing this rude gesture, she closed her mouth tight and lowered her gaze, unsure of what to do in the stranger's presence. Ginny couldn't quite place it, but she felt an enormous amount of energy around her.

"Best come down from there so I can talk to you," Ginny could hear him saying. She stood up and jumped down from the branch, landing on her feet, though not as gracefully as she would have liked. She quickly looked around to check that there were no muggles in earshot.

"Don't worry. They cannot see what they do not bother to look for." the stranger replied, almost as of he could read her thoughts. Ginny nodded and then furrowed her brow in thought. What he had said hadn't entirely made sense to her. The muggles after all could see her…

The man was walking further along the path and gesturing for her to follow. A little embarrassed at not paying attention, she followed the wizard, jogging to catch up. Normally she wouldn't follow strangers like this, but…she didn't know. She just felt compelled to.

They walked a little further on, Ginny all the while sneaking glances at the man who was not Dumbledore. That was what her mind had named him, as he had not given a name.

Soon they came across a sheltered area in the park with many trees, most of them being beech trees. They were in a rather odd arrangement though. The ones in front stood far apart, as if signally something important ahead. As they moved further on, they grew so that they formed a sort of tunnel, branches closely woven together. It all seemed other worldly; as if on any other day it wouldn't have been there.

In her wonderment, Ginny didn't notice that the man had been holding a one sided conversation with her for quite some time. Now he stood facing her, as if waiting for a reply.

"Er…sorry. I didn't quite catch that," she said rather awkwardly.

The man seemed not to have minded. "You wanted answers. You have all wanted answers; your friends and yourself. It's time you learn what is to happen Ginny." He made an odd gesture with his hand and Ginny suddenly felt a chill run up her spine. The wind blew fiercer, blowing her hair into her face and she shut her eyes. And then it stopped.

Ginny opened her eyes, about to ask a thousand questions that were bursting from her mind. What answers? Is Harry okay? What's going to happen? Merlin this is weird! How did you know my name... but when she turned the man was gone and instead of being in the small park in London, she was at...

"Hogwarts…?"

Harry, being led to Dumbledore's office by McGonagall was waiting patiently for the wizard himself to arrive. Again Hogwarts, like many other places, had not changed much in the twenty years or so later Harry had seen them and Dumbledore's office was another to add to this ever growing list.

Harry looked around. He was always curious as to how Dumbledore managed to come across so many magical instruments and replace them so frequently. From the corner of his eye, Harry could see the phoenix Fawkes perched on the stand Harry had seen him burst into flames on. He smiled at the memory and Fawkes, probably sensing something too, ruffled his feathers and looked pointedly at Harry. The Sorting Hat also stood on the same shelf, though not looking as shabby.

But it was not Fawkes, the Sorting Hat or a few large magical objects that caught Harry's attention. In fact, this object was almost certainly going to catch your attention.

In the far corner of the office stood a marble like pillar and placed on top was this rather curious object. It seemed to be made of a cleanly cut precious stone; diamond Harry thought, with what looked to be a dip, like a bowl. It glimmered and if Harry looked at a certain angle, he could see that it had gold on it as well as some other gems that could not be ascertained at his distance.

Harry got up and peered at it from a standing position. It was much easier to see the gems, but it would be better if he was closer…

"Ah Mr. Hunter! I see that my Perlustro Bowl has caught your attention," Dumbledore had entered without Harry realizing and motioned for Harry to follow him over to the…what was it again?

"Very rare object, used to see the past or future. I was quite lucky to find it actually." he moved closer to the bowl. "It is a very powerful object, though it can only be used with the heart of a star. And of coarse a powerful witch or wizard." Dumbledore chuckled. "But that's not why you have come here."

Albus walked over to his great oak desk and sat down. Harry had never really thought about it before, but Dumbledore seemed to tell him about these objects without a second thought. It seemed odd, but Harry soon shrugged off the thought.

"Chocolate Frog?" Dumbledore asked offering one to Harry. It seemed Albus hadn't changed much, only his choice in sweet really.

Harry took the chocolate but refrained from eating it just yet. "Sir…" Now that it had come to it Harry didn't know what to say. His story was crazy enough that Dumbledore might think him mad, but then again, Dumbledore was sort of mad himself. Harry didn't need to worry about that as Dumbledore got up and began talking.

"…Starting at Hogwarts, you'll need to be sorted. There are four houses here. Mr. Potter might have told you already; Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Sorting Hat chooses which house you will be in." Dumbledore looked at Harry, the Sorting Hat in his hand, eyes twinkling uncontrollably.

Harry took a deep breath and pressed on. "Sir, I've already been sorted. I'm from the future." Harry looked at Dumbledore, but he merely stood watching Harry with a far away look, as if he wasn't really seeing him.

"I was fighting…," Harry began continued, but Dumbledore's expression had changed. "Sir, what's wrong?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry earnestly "I think it is best if you keep the details of your time travel to yourself, Harry. You telling me could indeed change everything that would happen in the future."

Dumbledore got up and walked back to the Perlustro Bowl. "A few days ago I did some looking and I saw that a boy would come to me. You. I was not shown the nature of the visit, only that you would gain attendance to Hogwarts. That was all I was granted to see." he looked at Harry almost apologetically. "I'm sorry Harry, but this is not for me to know. Not yet anyway."

"The person who did this to you would have been very powerful. They could be looking for you at this very moment," Dumbledore mused to himself. "Like the Bowl said you should attend Hogwarts where you will be safe until I can find a way for you to go back to your own time…"

"But I can go back can't I?" Harry asked, unable to conceal the worry in his voice.

"This is a very rare thing to happen. I'll see what I can do, but it won't be easy. In the meantime I must ask you to keep this secret. I see that you have made a false identity under the name of Hunter. That was uncannily wise choice as you resemble one of the students here and he has a second cousin with that name."

Harry nodded.

"And what house were you sorted in? You would want to be in that house I presume?"

"Gryffindor, Sir."

"Good."

There was a knock at the door.

McGonagall entered the office. "Is the meeting over now Albus? We have to sort out what subjects Harry will be studying this year."

"Yes Minerva. Goodbye Harry." Dumbledore waved them out of his office, his eyes twinkling again.

Half hour later everything was organized for Harry. McGonagall and Harry rode the carriage back to Hogsmeade Station, where she handed him a rather thick envelope.

"This is a list of everything you will need to attend Hogwarts. You will catch the 11:00 train at King's Cross Station at Platform 9 ¾. I will see you on September 1st."

Harry thanked McGonagall, as she made her way back to Hogwarts. Then he walked across the now near empty platform and sat on a wooden bench. Today hadn't gone as well as Harry had wanted. He thought Dumbledore would have known about everything. He always seemed to know, but this time he hadn't. Harry had wanted answers from Dumbledore, though it seemed this too had not changed. Harry was forever destined to be left in the dark, but not anymore.

It's just like they always say: if you want something done right you have to do it yourself.

His mind was made up. He would find the answers he wanted by himself. No more was the Boy Who Lived going to be clueless about what was inevitably in store for him.

A/N: I hope the wait for this chapter wasn't so long. The next chapter should be up within the next week or so. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but it had to be done. There will be more of the marauders and Lily in the chapters to come, so don't worry about that! Also, next chapter will answer a few questions about Voldemort and other important details.

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