A/N: I have to apologise! First I moved, then I lost my computer until last Monday I believe, I meant to get an update up last Friday, but work got in the way along with unpacking. So here's a new update for you. :) The prophecy is partially taken from page 841 of OOTP

Twenty- Prophecies and Propositions

Harry paced slightly in the spacious living room of Lux Eterna, trying to calm down. It was almost exactly a week since he'd given his wand to Lord Rohan and though he'd given his magically binding word he was one of the Ancients. As he'd proved so thoroughly with Pol's little 'lesson', he knew magic that had been lost for centuries. As he thought of his son Harry smiled softly. Sirius had just disappeared moments ago to lay their son down for a nap; he'd gotten up ridiculously early this morning and was more than slightly crabby.

They had told Polaris about his new sibling just a few days ago, his chirpy and enthusiastic response once he'd realised what it meant had made everyone present laugh. Polaris was a sweetheart and that was that. Oh, he threw his occasional fits and tempers, but usually a stern look from his father stopped him in his tracks. For the lack of his parents' presence in his life for almost three years, Polaris was eager to please and loved them both as deeply as any 3-year-old could.

In about a month he and Sirius would bond, that was an occasion he was looking forward to. He couldn't wait for his life to begin as Harry James Black. He'd decided a while ago that the Potter name would continue as a title, but he was ready to get rid of a last name that had caused him nothing but unwanted fame, heartbreaking loss and fickle friends. Hearing a sound behind him he turned swiftly, coming face-to-face with his fiancé.

"Sorry Siri," he breathed, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck. "Even though I gave it to him willingly I still feel nervous without my wand."

"An entirely natural reaction. I wasn't too happy with the idea of you going an entire week without protection, even if you are here inside the wards."

Just then with a soft pop Dobby appeared. The house-elf made Harry smile and Sirius shake his head at his constant, slightly overbearing enthusiasm. He had apparently attached himself to Harry after being freed from Lucius Malfoy and had shown up just a few days previous. After Sirius had made sure Albus hadn't sent the elf, they had bound him to the household. He was now Harry's personal elf and delighted in making 'Master Harry sir' comfortable.

"Cian says the Dark One is back, Master Harry sir," Dobby chirped.

"Have him bring Lord Rohan to us, please."

Dobby nodded, ears flapping and disappeared as quickly as he'd shown in the first place. Harry drew in a long breath and rested his head against Sirius' shoulder. "Where are Severus and Remus?" he mumbled softly.

"Knowing that crazy house-elf, they're headed this way."

Sirius dropped an arm to his waist and guided him over to a chair. One of the other multiple house-elves attached to Lux Eterna sent up a tray of finger-sized healthy snacks and a pot of tea with five cups. No matter how often Harry invited Cian to sit with the rest of them, the quiet, aloof guardian preferred to stand in a corner out of sight but still within hearing and defense range.

True to Sirius' guess and the number of cups, Severus and Remus drifted in a few seconds later, Severus sitting in a chair against a solid wall with the large bay window in sight. Harry smiled in quiet understanding to the spy, knowing why he preferred to keep something solid to his back. Years of habit were not easily undone, especially for Severus, who had guarded himself not only against Voldemort but the sparkling-eyed manipulation of the Headmaster for more than twenty years.

When Lord Rohan stalked elegantly into the room Harry took a long moment to study the Lycan. He moved with assurance and almost arrogant confidence. It was well earned after he had survived the changes of so many centuries. His eyes were rich in colour and for the first time Harry noticed exactly how wide the pupils were as well as the slight point to the canines. Even when walking there was a wolf-like grace to him.

The first thing he did upon reaching them was retrieve from one of his long sleeves a very familiar wand. Harry bowed his head in acknowledgement and thanks and took his wand, the familiar warmth a great comfort and relief. "Thank you, Lord Rohan."

"No thanks are necessary, Lord Potter. Anyone in the magical world knows how bare and unprotected a wizard or witch feels without their wand. Keep this in mind as it is the first thing they will go for during an attack."

"I will take care to remember that, Lord Rohan. Did your people have any trouble retrieving the Prophecy?"

"None at all," Rohan reassured them. "We are used to covert operations, it was almost too easy for our Unspeakable stop by and pick up one particular prophecy. He made an exact copy of the paper below and gave me the original, which," he drew out a slip of paper rolled up with a gold ribbon and black seal, "as you can see, I have not touched or altered in any way."

With trembling fingers Harry accepted the paper. It was tiny, hardly four inches square. To think that so much fell on this tiny scrap of paper, that so many lives had been lost trying to make it irrelevant, that Albus put so much store into it. Shakily he broke the seal and unrolled it, revealing words written in elegant, slanted calligraphy.

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. The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he shall have Power the Dark Lord knows not. Light and Dark shall meet on a field of shadows, but as Light shall have the Guide they will succeed. Dark must die at the hand of the great Light, for the Guide shall not come to power while the other survives. And the Guide shall lead the wizarding world forward into the greatest of all…

Harry passed it to Sirius, who read it with clenched fingers. When it reached Remus and he had finished reading he drew in a breath after passing it to Rohan and said what Harry had been thinking the entire time. "Do any of us think it coincidence that Harry and Sirius' son is named Polaris, the guiding star?"

"I don't think it is coincidence," Harry whispered, "but what does it mean? Light and Dark shall meet on a field of shadows, but as Light shall have the Guide they will succeed. I dearly hope that doesn't mean the prophecy suggests bringing my son onto a battlefield!"

"Is there a possibility it truly means the North Star?" Rohan mused. "There is ancient magic that invokes starlight, but I don't see how it would help defeat this Lord Voldemort. Unless there is a ritual of some sort involved. I will have to search my people's books, they may mention something of the sort."

"You mean to work with us," Harry said, startled.

Rohan inclined his head in a slight nod. "While this man threatens the magical world, he threatens all, as you told us young Lord Potter. I have known your bloodline for ages, I will not see it die out while I can do something about it."

Seeing Harry's surprised look he smiled. He opened his mouth as if to say something and caught sight of eyes glaring at him from the corner. "But that is for another time, young Lord. I must leave. My people are becoming restless as we can sense the growing Darkness around us."

Rohan departed shortly there-after, leaving a group of four to debate the prophecy and the fifth to guard and silently ponder the same words. Cian frowned, drawing nothing but alarming conclusions from the true wording of the prophecy. He shook himself and thought, it will get clearer with time.

Hopefully.