Flashback

-The Hogshead-

"Aberforth, a Firewhiskey and make it quick," a very old man with a long white beard and mustache said. He renewed the spell for his eyes as he looked at his former brother. His eyes startled twinkling again with full force.

"So, Albus, what are you doing in Hogsmeade?" enquired the bartender,with a scowl as he tried to ignore him and not make a retort as he set down the filthy glass he had been cleaning (with an equally filthy rag) and reached under the counter for a drink.

"A candidate for the Divination position. I chose your pub to host the interview," Dumbledore said, while puting on a polite smile while, he inwardly scowled as he glanced around at the dingy place. He didn't want to talk to him, he was only doing this to keep up appeareances. He knew that his brother was doing the same thing on his end. He was doing his best trying not to curse him right there and then. He also had a feeling that the interview was going to be overheard at some point.

"How kind of you, Albus thinking of me" the bartender said snidely, pushing the drink into his hand, which the old man took, in exchange for a few silver sickles.

"Your quite welcome, Aberforth, and I hope everything goes spendidly, though I am not overly enthusiastic about the subject since it is almost garbage. Still, it's a subject, and if she's a good teacher, she'll get the job. Do you have a private room in the back?" He said this while looking at the bartender through his half-moon spectacles placing a slight compulsion spell in his voice. The bartender nodded once and waved his rag towards the back of the room.

Ignoring everyone, Dumbledore walked pass the tables and the few customers, who all of them had their faces covered. He knocked on the door to the private room and went inside. Waiting for him was a very odd looking woman, odd mainly for the way she was dressed. She had beads and spangles galore around her neck and odd rings on her fingers. She was wearing odd clothes, a maroon colored dress that just hung on her as if it were too big, and glasses that magnified her eyes to at least ten times their normal size, giving her a bug-like appearance. She had wispy hair and was drinking some of Ogden's Best Firewhisky as she smiled at Dumbeldore.

"Good evening, Sybilll Trelawney," greeted Dumbledore in a forced pleasent tone since he didn't want to be here any longer than he had to. Might as well get this over with he thought.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Trelawney said in a mystic tone.

"I read your application and discovered it... To say the least, it's interesting is why I'm here, of course "When he said interesting, his lips twitched as if not to scowl since he thought her application was a joke. But, no one else had applied. "I'll have to ask you a few questions before I decide whether or not to give you the job."

"I knew you would," Sybilll Trelawney said, her voice misty, emphasizing the word "knew."

"Yes...all right, let's get started with the interview. Unfortunately, I am running out of time these days "Professor Dumbledore said with false sadness, despite an undercurrent of urgency and quiet disgust in his voice as he couldn't believe he was saying these things. "Is it correct that you are Cassandra Trelawney's great-great-granddaughter, as stated on your application?"

"Yes, you are correct," Miss Trelawney said, her voice misty. "The Sight usually comes... err... every three generations, but it comes with a heavy burden," she explained. Melodramatically, she sighed. Professor Dumbledore fought the urge to roll his eyes as he heard this. You eithier have the gift or you don't, he wanted to say but didn't.

"I'm sure it is. Now I'd like to ask you if you could make a prediction for me," Dumbledore said, since he wanted proof to see if she was truly a fraud or not.

She lost her misty expression for a second as she gave him a sharp look. "The inner eye does not See upon command, Professor," her voice losing some of its mistiness for a brief second. "Though I can tell you this…there are dark and terrible times ahead for us all. Yes, danger and destruction and…ahhh, but do I dare say it… death?" she said, her voice even mistier.

Professor Albus Dumbledore didn't smile or twinkle like he usually did here since he knew that it was obvious. Everyone was in for a rough time. Horrible times, which he and a few comrades were attempting but failing to stop the Death Eaters. He, on the other hand, didn't need anyone to tell him that they were failing. He wanted to crucio her so badly right then and there but held back. This wasn't the time or place he could do that later.

He had only just reminded himself that he had an interview to conduct, not plans to make. "Yes, I see; can you tell me why you think you'd be a good fit for this position?" he asked impatiently. He didn't want to deal with woman any longer, he wanted to go home and have a stiff drink.

"Yes, I shall. I was crystal gazing one day and saw standing in front of a group of young people. They were all giving me their undivided and captivated attention. I knew that I had Seen myself teaching. Who am I to ignore fate? If I Saw myself holding this position, then I surely shall. I applied at once. I am a Seer, and who better to teach Divination than the great-great-granddaughter of a Seer, no less," her voice lost some of its mistiness here and was infused with pride. "I shall be able to teach your students how crystal gaze, palm reading, and all the other noble art of the misunderstood and undervalued subject of Divination," she finished with a dramatic flourish.

Professor Dumbledore had had his fill. He didn't want to continue divination, and there were no teachers he thought were suitable for the job. Miss Trelawney's alleged sighting of herself teaching sounded like a convenient excuse, one he had heard from the majority of the other candidates. He was normally trusting after giving them some loyalty lased lemon drops, but he'd had enough people try to dupe him to get this job that he was skeptical. In any case, it was a subject he despised.

"Thank you, Sybill Trelawney, but I regret to inform you that Divination will no longer be taught at Hogwarts," he noticed she had stiffened, her eyes were unfocused, and her mouth was slack. He'd decided to leave her alone since he had enough with her nonsense anyways. "Good evening, Miss Trelawney. I'm sorry that things didn't work out."

But as he turned around and approached the door, he overheard something that would change not only his life, but the lives of everyone in the Wizarding World.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…" a harsh voice suddenly said. He turned around quickly to look at Sybill Trelawney.

"Miss Trelawney?" he said, in a false concerned voice.

Her eyes started to roll. "…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…" the harsh voice was issuing from Sybill Trelawney. She was, Dumbledore realized, making a real prediction. She was a true Seer, if not a very gifted one inwardly he smiled. As the forms of a plan came to mind there was was a commotion outside. Trelawney was snapped out of her trance by the angry voices, though only half so. She seemed to be in some kind of daze, not truly aware and yet she knew what was going on.

"…YOUR lot aren't welcomed here…" one man said, and Dumbledore recognized this as the voice of his disgraced brother, Aberforth.

"Let go of me, you…" came another voice, colder and deeper. Dumbledore thought he recognized this one as well. He walked over and threw the door open.

"Snape!" he exclaimed, astounded. Severus Snape paused in his struggle and looked fearfully at Dumbledore, who was practically giddy with rage. Dumbledore was aware that he was being spied on by a known Death Eater, and Sybill Trelawney was simply providing vital information to both sides of the war. "Would you mind escorting our... guest... downstairs, Aberforth? Please keep him in place for me. Thank you very much "Dumbledore spoke quickly. He walked into the room on his heels, closing the door behind him. Snape, on the other hand, had his final words before the door closed.

"You filthy mudblood and muggle enthusiast! I hope you..." Fortunately, the door closed just then, so Dumbledore didn't hear what Snape wished for him, though he had a pretty good idea of what he was about to say. He knew that he wouldn't like it one bit and would end up killing him in cold blood.

Trelawney questioned, her voice barely above a whisper, still not fully awake "Why was Severus Snape standing at the door? Was he looking for advice for his own interview?"

But before Dumbledore could find a retort to answer back, she fell back into a trance to finish the prediction.

"And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…" she said in her now harsh tones. Dumbledore was painfully aware how crucial, and dangerous, this information was. That there was someone who had the power to defeat Voldemort. And he would be the one to make this person his pawn to defeat the Dark Lord.

"And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…" she as her eyes began to droop. Dumbledore felt no pity for this boy. After all, it sounds like his life will either end by murder or become the killer. Neither was a very promising future for a young boy, just born. But it was perfect to mold him into the perfect weapon for the light. He knew of only two children that fit this prophecy. But, only one could truly be the savior,

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…" she said again, and suddenly the trance fully lifted and her head fell forward slightly. She coughed slightly before looking up. "I am sorry," she said, in her again misty voice, "I didn't hear what you just said."

Dumbledore stared at her for a moment before he said with a small smile, "Welcome to the Hogwarts, professor."

She nodded, as if expecting it, "I knew it would be so."

Dumbledore merely nodded now once more annoyed with her again. "Yes, well, I am sorry, but I have to leave. I have some urgent business to attend to. Move into Hogwarts today. I am sure Minerva McGonagall will be happy to show you about," he smiled again. He knew she would be safe at Hogwarts. Safe from Voldemort, who would certainly want to hear the prophecy completely. He knew that she didn't remember giving it; at least her actions said she didn't, but Voldemort wouldn't know that. Also, he could torture her whenever he wanted, and obliviate her afterwards. Dumbledore left and she smiled as she sipped her whisky.

"Albus!" his brother called to him as he headed towards the door, so preoccupied by what he had heard and his plans that he had quite forgotten about Snape. He turned around to look at this brother, who was frantic and worried. "I had him here, and as soon as I turned around… he was gone! He must have disapparated, I didn't think about that!"

Albus nodded distractedly and said, "It's okay," but he knew it wasn't. This made it all the more urgent that he speak to Lily and James Potter and to Frank and Alice Longbottom, both who had faced Voldemort three times and were about to have newborn sons born at the end of July this year. They would need to go into hiding as soon as possible, so only he would know where they were. Snape would surely tell Voldemort, who would most certainly go after them…they needed to be warned. Also possibly scan to see which child would be more powerful. The one who would be his scapegoat.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…" he thought to himself. Well, here was a small hope in this terrible war. Now he had something on which to build a plan to destroy Voldemort for good. He wasn't sorry for whoever was the chosen one since countless lives and people would depend upon him, even if unknowingly.'

The next chapter we meet Lily and James as they get ready to leave England.