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Harry only knew a little bit about Neville's parents but what he did know, made him extremely sad. He'd seen Neville sitting on his fourposter, staring at a wrapper from Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, eyes tearing up as he mumbled something about his parents.

He'd been reminded that Neville's parents had been tortured into insanity and that they permanently resided within St. Mungo's with no chance of coming out.

These thoughts stumbled around in his head for a few days, until it came time for his next Divination prediction and he realized what he could do!

Harry wondered why he hadn't done it before.

29 January 1996

British Potions Master, Severus Snape shall develop a potion to cure the effects of the Cruciatus Curse. The potion will be only sold to hospitals and only people who pass a certain requirement may purchase it for home remedy.

The price will not be too steep, but indeed will be worth it.

On another note, Severus Snape will also create a better version of the Wolfsbane Potion that will work faster, longer, and diminish the pain from the transformation.

Once again, the price will not be too much, and it will be purchased from any shop that sells potions, without discrimination against those who wish to use it.

The moment Harry finished reading his newest prediction to the class, Neville Longbottom ended up fainting from the shock and several other students looked alarmed and interested.

Draco Malfoy was sending him calculating glances and Harry knew that the blond would be the one to tell Snape about Harry's newest revelation. But Harry didn't care. Snape would get the fame and glory for the potions - because honestly, Harry wasn't certain any other Potions Master could compete with the Youngest Potions Master in History - and people who needed the help, would finally get it without racism or drama.

It was a win-win situation in his mind and therefore it was perfectly okay to get it done.

Dumbledore really needed that book. It'd been a month and the Weasley boy had nothing to show for his efforts. Dumbledore was certain that he wasn't even trying like he was supposed to. The boy had absolutely no ambition to get anything done.

Having gotten fed up with waiting, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and intoned, "Accio, Harry Potter's divination journal."

For several moments, he waited.

And he waited.

And for ten more minutes he had waited some more.

Nothing came and he was ready to rip his beard out in the frustration that came with the realization that the boy had put some kind of protection over it. No matter, Dumbledore would simply have to overpower that protection and as one of the oldest wizard's alive, he had the power and capability to see it done.

A spell. He just needed the right kind of spell. For once, his shelves upon shelves of books were actually going to do him some good.

Placing a hand on the worn wood, he concentrated on the kind of spells he'd need and the magic took care of the rest, gathering all of the books that contained the information he was looking for. They floated on over to his desk and he resigned himself to hours upon hours of research, but at least it wasn't going to take as long as it could have had he not been Headmaster and known that nifty little trick.

Tom Riddle had just finished composing his most recent letter to his soulmate, Harry Potter.

Because of the boy's godfather, Tom had to cease his former plans of freeing his Death Eaters and instead had to let them rot. Severus was able to escape capture because he'd revealed where his true loyalties lied and they were with neither Voldemort or Dumbledore.

Severus made an Unbreakable Vow to protect Harry after he learned that Voldemort did not keep his promise and had killed Lily Potter. Severus had been easily manipulated through his feelings for the woman, into protecting the boy.

That had left Tom in a predicament, because he had given her three chances to step aside and she never did. But why had Severus assumed that a mother would just let someone kill their child? While knowing he was in the wrong, Tom felt that not all the blame could be placed on him for if Severus truly assumed she would do such a thing, then he didn't love or even know her a much as he thought he did.

Still, Severus' Vow had saved him from going to Azkaban.

Tom had to do something to implicate all of the Death Eaters that had managed to elude Azkaban if he wanted to truly have anything to do with his soulmate while he was underage and he didn't fancy waiting three years or so before he could touch the boy.

So, he would do as Black asked. Severus could still be useful and with Black's displeasure with Dumbledore made known, he'd do anything to have more protection for his beloved godson.

Now… how to trick a bunch of Slytherins into revealing themselves.

Harry had not been expecting to be pulled into a crushing hug when he was awoken from his dreams. When he was coherent enough, he found Neville practically on top of him, crying.

"You did it, Harry!" the teen blubbered. "I don't know how but I know it was your prediction! My parents had been tortured under the Cruciatus and now they're getting treatment and have already gotten much better. Their Mind Healer says that when I finally get to go see them, they'll be able to speak to me and actually know who I am!"

Harry had to shake off his somnolence before he finally understood Neville's rushed words. His parents were getting better and he was thanking Harry for his 'prediction'.

"I'm happy for you, Neville. I hope everything goes well when you see them again."

The teen grinned, tears in his eyes. He then rushed from the dormitory, leaving Harry to stare after him and wonder how no one else had heard his shouting.

Deciding that sleep was more important that wondering why the others were still sleeping, Harry slipped away into his dreams.

All the while, he never noticed how his divination journal was floating on its own, out the dorm door.

The next morning, Harry nearly had a heart attack when he noticed his book was gone. All of his homework was in that and he really needed it. Also, what if it got in the wrong hands?! He wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to try something and the man wasn't exactly trustworthy as of late.

Still, it was the day for Divination and he needed to make a prediction. Harry grabbed a sheet of parchment and decided that just for the sake of it, he'd continue on as normal and hope for the best.

19 February 1996

The one who stole Harry James Potter's Divination Journal will experience the worst pain in their life. Their skin shall swell with agonizing boils and burns and no cure shall be forthcoming until they publicly return all they have stolen from the Potter Heir.

And in compensation for the slight against Prongslet, the thief will forever be scarred and their mobility will be hindered due to the dishonesty of their actions.

Harry nodded to himself, pleased with what he'd written.

Class that day was filled with people looking around in fear and Harry could only hope that his power lied not in the book, but in himself.

Severus Snape stared at the Headmaster, who was covered in all manner of pus filled boils and terrible burns. He'd heard about this from his godson. Potter had set a curse upon the one whom had stolen his homework and it seemed that Dumbledore was indeed foolish enough to challenge someone who could predict that terrible things would happen to people.

"The whole school is waiting for the perpetrator to fess up to what they did. Should you leave the room, they will know it was you. Potter is the reason you are suffering currently and the curse shall not be lifted until you publicly return all of the possessions you stole from him.

I find myself curious as to what else you have taken that is the boy's."

The old man glanced to the Pensieve and Severus sighed. Of course the old coot couldn't get anything on his own, could he?

"You will have to confront him."

"I needed the book."

"Well obviously, the power lies not within the book, but in the boy. I cannot aid you in this. He specifically stated that only when the thief returned the book to him in the presence of others, would the curse lift. You are on your own, Albus."

Severus turned and swept dramatically from the room.

Potter was up to something, that much was obvious. With his new power, he was changing things. Using Severus as the catalyst to help the Longbottoms of all people. He'd never understand the motives, but he was impressed that the boy was putting his heart and soul into bettering the wizarding world of Great Britain. Not once had any of his known predictions benefited himself only or personally.

Severus could only hope that the boy wasn't fooled by the Headmaster and that his heart stayed in the right direction. Power like that could be a terrible thing when in the wrong hands.

Severus merely wondered how Potter even came to possess such power.

"He'll fail, just as all the rest have."

The two goddesses glared at their fellow god and ruler.

Zeus was so stuffy and held no faith in humanity.

Athena and Artemis however, had faith in the child. Athena had been the last to choose the mortal to be gifted with the infinite power of Ultimate Influence and she felt that she had chosen well. All eleven others that had been chosen before Harry Potter, had fallen into their dark desires within the first two 'predictions', but Harry was different and his self control over his desires could rival Aphrodite when she was going through a chastity cleansing.

Athena smiled at the vision of her Chosen One as he graciously accepted his journal back from the Dying Phoenix. Yes, she had indeed chosen well.

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