Dear Jessie,
So I went looking further into this prophecy. I thought that, obviously, Trelawney herself would be the best place to begin. But all that happened is she politely asked me to leave her office, since I'm no longer a member of her class. Then I decided to talk to Snape. As much as I may dislike the guy (and believe me, I have no doubts that the feeling's mutual), I do believe that he is the only person around here who cares one lick about what happens to me.
So I went to him, and I only had a chance to get out a few words, because as soon as he heard the words 'Trelawney', 'prophecy', and 'creepy as all hell', he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me down to Dumbledore's office. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk, and he gestured for me to take a seat. He glanced at Snape. 'What's this all about?'
Snape looked at me. 'She says that she heard Sybill tell her a prophecy.'
Dumbledore tilted his head. 'I am already aware of the situation with the prophecy. Me and Sophie discussed it last week.'
Snape's eyes widened, and I almost want to say that he looked hurt at not being in the loop. I wonder what the deal with that is. Dumbledore looked at me with raised eyebrows, and I couldn't help that my voice came out sounding so defensive. 'Hey, you never said that I'm not allowed to tell other people about this prophecy. I was just curious to find out more about it. I mean, it seems to be a real prophecy, even though Trelawney is just a charlatan.'
The headmaster sighed. 'Sophie, these matters are rather complicated, and rather delicate. If the wrong people were to overhear this prophecy, it would cause a lot of trouble for everyone.'
I sighed. 'I figured that much. But Harry's my friend, and I don't want to see him get hurt or join the dark side or whatever if there's any way around that. I just thought that the best way to know for sure would be to find out more about the prophecy.'
Dumbledore sighed. 'Sophie, I think it would be best if you don't mention this prophecy to anyone else. And I promise that, in exchange… you can get your own wand.'
Snape's look of surprise at that mirrored my own. I wanted to say no, because anything else I could find out about this prophecy would be useful… but I know that I'll also be useful if I actually have a way to channel my magic. So I agreed, and Dumbledore said that he'll bring me to get a wand this weekend himself. I hope that you're not disappointed, but I can finally have a wand… and that, along with my new clothes, will maybe finally let me fit in, which is what I want so badly.
Yours always,
Sophie