Readers,

Oh dear, I seemed to have lapsed in my updates. Partly because I keep thinking my story's dreadful, but that's why I post writing anymously is out of embarrassment. The point is, a new chapter for everyone!

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Harry began coming to classes again a week later. He was still shaken up, but he was coming to himself slowly. And with lots of encouragement. All kinds of ridiculous rumors were flying around about him, from him being imperiused from the tussle in the ministry all the way to Harry being the next Dark Lord. Consequentially, a small population of the school (which happened to be the same as the core people who thought the same thing in second year) had taken to avoiding him in the hallways. Most people were passing it off as another weird thing that happened to Harry Potter.

Harry was sitting in the common room making up work and absentmindedly doodling when Gred and Forge bounded up to Harry. "Harrikins!" One of them practically shouted, causing the population of the common room to stare at them. "Come outside!" The other one said.

"The weathers nice," The other one said…

"And we were outside," The other other one said, whom he just figured out to be George because he was wearing the F shirt,

"Hermione and Ginny and Ron,"

"Our thickheaded brother,"

"Think you should come outside!" Fred finished

George popped in again "And if Ron thinks so, you really should."

Harry puttered around for a reason not to come outside. "I'm doing my homework right now," Harry said. He had not been dealing very well since what had happened. Hermione said he had clinical depression, but Harry, knowing what it was, denied every time.

"Even if you were, we'd dump ink all over it so you'd have to come outside. It will be fun." Fred said.

"Um.. Uh.. I just don't want to, alright?" He said slightly annoyed.

"No, No, No! You are coming outside!" George said, sweeping up all of Harry's homework.

Harry, resigned, gave in. "Alright! Let me go get my winter stuff on you two. No sabotaging my homework!" He said, grabbing it back.

"He must be depressed," Fred began conspicuously. They had been making fun of Hermione's diagnosis ever since she said it. "He must be depressed if he thinks we really would sabotage homework. He knows we would never do that!" He finished grandly. And it was true, the twins never sabotaged stuff that really mattered, unless the occasion truly called for it.

And 20 minutes later, Harry was being pummeled in the crossfire of a snowball fight. An ambush had been launched upon him and 7 people were taking all of their snowballs and throwing them at him from all directions.

"Ah! Ow! Goddangit, gimme a chance to – Oof!" Harry was holding his hands up in front of his face when he got hit hard in the small of the back and fell. "I shouldn't a listened to those two…" Harry grumbled good naturedly.

They had seemed to run out of snowballs as they all came out of their hiding spot and rushed to gather more snow. Harry ran over to some unused snow, deciding this was fun after all.

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Harry was sitting in front of the common room fire, with Ron and Hermione talking and sitting close. He had discovered that while he was suppressing his mind, they had finally discovered they liked each other. He had also been thinking about the prophecy, and he knew he really should tell them, but how was he supposed to do that? 'Hey Ron and Hermione, I have to kill the greatest sorcerer in a very freaking long time or he will plunge our world into depression and misery.' He thought it to himself, and it sounded very melodramatic, and stupid. But he had to anyways. Well, he didn't actually think he had to, but that's what got him possessed and nearly captured in the first place.

Ron and Hermione must have seen these thoughts written on his face, because Hermione said "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry didn't feel quite ready at that moment to tell them. Plus, it was to public an area to say that. "N-Nothing."

"Harry, you have to tell someone. We can tell something's been bothering you," Hermione said. She didn't continue, but trailed off.

Harry decided that he'd never feel like it was the right time and said
"Alright, come to the Room of Requirement with me."

Hermione and Ron got up, worry plastered all over their faces and still holding hands.

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Harry was pacing. They were in a room not entirely dissimilar to the Gryffindor common room, but it was a lot smaller. Harry paced back and forth, trying to work up the nerve to tell them. Hermione and Ron sat patiently in a small couch, waiting, still looking worried. They thought if it was this big a deal, it must be bad.

Harry stopped pacing and stood in front of them, shifting his weight. "What do you know of the 'prophecy' that was made about me and Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Well, all the articles said that it said you had to kill Voldemort, but they were from the Daily Prophet and they print rubbish and anyways prophecy's don't exist." Hermione said, in full blown know-it-all mode. Harry completely changed tack.

"Do you know what those orbs were in the ministry?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked baffled. "No idea." Ron was appalled.

"Last question. Tell me what you know of the Hall of Prophecies." Harry said.

"What do you care, it doesn't exist!" Hermione said anxiously. "Shut up and answer!" Ron whispered. Hermione was getting frantic because she was putting the pieces together and frankly, she didn't like the puzzle picture. "It's a hall of recorded prophecies in the department of mysteries." She said smally.

Harry sighed, and fell onto an armchair not dissimilar to his favorite one in the Gryffindor common room. "The hall of prophecies is real Hermione, and each one of those orbs we saw was a prophecy. Some were old and some new, but they all were prophecies. Voldemort tricked me to go there not because he wanted to kill Sirius," Harry cast his eyes downward, "But to get a prophecy. They can –"

Harry was cut off by Hermione. "Can only be retrieved by those whom they are made about!" Hermione said. She leaned forward, while Ron sat completely still. "What did it say?" She whispered. A mutual understanding of the situation was came to.

Harry drew a breath, stood up, sat down, stood up again and paced a little bit, turned, and spoke.

"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 equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ..." Harry choked on his words,"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 … The power is love. He can't stand it, and that's why Quirrel burned in first year, and why I didn't die, because my mom died from love to save me." He said.

Harry sat down and blinked tears away. It was the first time since that night that he had openly acknowledged that it was him. He couldn't try to deny the truth any longer.

Ron fell back against the couch shocked and Hermione jumped up and ran to hug Harry, crying and rambling about hexes and curses and a bunch of useless things Harry didn't hear. After a bit Ron got up, actually hugged Harry and said "We'll be here for you. Lets go to the common room." Hermione hugged Ron, and Harry nodded mutely as they got up and went to the common room.

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Oh, my goodness, poor Harry. Hermione's a bit quick to interrupt in a tense situation, isn't she? Happiness and laughter to come, I promise. His life isn't dreadful.

Ideas on Voldywart's downfall? Harry Potter and the Extended Camping Trip bothered me.

And I'll get on the ball about simple life, like the order and such…