RECAP: Harry wakes up, Remus faints, Harry gets him to let him apprentice under him, Harry reads Snape, Moody, and Neville's letters, and threw Dumbledore's letter in the fire. Murphy liked that. Murphy still doesn't like Dumbledore. And Harry still has two letters left.

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"This" is living people talking and

'This' is Harry's new guest's talking and Harry and other people thinking

"This," is Parseltongue.

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Death, Fate, Destiny, and Prophecy - Chapter 10

Dumbledore was running around like a chicken with his head cut off. His tracking charms had been set off, only to tell him that Harry was burning to death. How the hell would he explain this to the wizarding world? They're savior was dead! Burnt to death by who knows what! Dumbledore was saved from having to tell anyone anything as a letter appeared on his desk.

Dumbles,

Your letter was thrown in the fire, as it had to many tracking spells to take off. Kindly stop sending them, as they will not be returned.

Never Yours,

Harry Potter

Dumbledore's eye started twitching and somewhere far away, Murphy laughed even harder.

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"What the hell," Remus said, as he watched Harry laughing his head off. He walked over to Harry to find a mirror type object next to him, showing Dumbledore running around, then reading a letter, then twitching his eye, then starting all over again. Remus looked closely so he could read the letter. A few seconds later, Remus was laughing along with Harry. Askook entered the room, then exited it again.

"What a bunch of weirdoes," Askook said.

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Harry and Remus had finally calmed down enough to read through the other letters. Harry was more curious about what Professor Flitwick wanted then what Draco wanted, so he opened that one first.

Mr. Potter,

Just writing to inform you that not all of the Hogwarts Staff is siding with Dumbledore. I, along with Professors Sprout, Snape, Trelawney, and Madame Pomphrey, are all siding with you. The rest of the staff is either siding with Dumbledore, or doesn't really care.

Professor Filius Flitwick

Remus snorted, after reading the letter over Harry's shoulder.

"Trelawney?" he asked.

"Of course," Harry replied, "After all, only she's allowed to predict my death. Therefore she would have to be on my side to make sure that no one else predicts my death."

"And she did make the prophecy," Remus said.

"No she didn't. That was fake. The only true prophecy she's ever made was the one about Pettigrew escaping. Well, maybe that and the whole grim thing, if you count Padfoot as a grim, anyway."

'By the way,' Harry thought, 'Weren't you supposed to tell me the real prophecy?'

'It's very long,' Lily replied, 'I'm not sure if I can remember it all off the bat. But the gist of it is, that death herself will return when two deaths not meant to happen are corrected by each other or something like that. I'll get back to you on that, okay sweetie?'

'Okay.'

"The prophecy's false?" Remus asked.

"Yep, and according to mom, the real one is about death returning. I guess that's how Christine is coming back."

'You bet,' Death said, 'Now start reading my cousin's letter.' (Rune: You know, I have no idea why I use Death instead of Christine, while I use the others' names. I'm so frikkin' weird.) Harry sighed, and opened Draco's letter, thinking how he needed to figure out a way to let Remus, who was looking very confused right now, hear the voices in his head.

Potter,

I know we don't get along and right now I don't really care. It's either you, Voldemort, Dumbledore, or the Ministry. I'll have to take the lesser of four evils and that's you. On the plus side, I get away from my parents who would force me to marry Parkinson. (Then there was stuff crossed out that looked like 'Blegh' and 'Stupid Pug Face'.) I don't want to marry her. I really don't want to marry her.

Harry wondered if Draco'd tell him that he was in a relationship with Ginny. Ginny had already told him, but he didn't know if Draco knew that. Harry read through the rest of the letter, where Draco pretty much said that he'd never serve Voldemort and stuff like that.

Harry, having finished his letters, picked up the Daily Prophet. And what an interesting headline the newspaper had.