Prophecy
by mjordan53
Summary: There's a Prophecy about Harry. Everyone is impressed. Everyone except the people that were betting on him to fail.
Prologue
Harry yawned. He stood up. He got dressed for his first day at Hogwarts swiftly. He was embarrassed of his hand-me-down clothes. He didn't want his dorm-mates to examine his trunk and the items in it too closely.
Harry wanted to wait for Ron, but in the end he decided against it. He was one of the first people to sit down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. There were a number of upper-classmen there… and another Gryffindor girl from his year. She had bushy hair and large front-teeth.
"Hello," said the girl to Harry.
"Hi," said Harry. Harry had never seen so much food before. And what's more… he could eat as much as he wanted. "Will you pass me the kippers?" he asked the girl.
The girl nodded.
Harry piled the kippers onto his plate. He also got beans and toast, eggs and black pudding.
"Oh, you like Full English breakfasts?" said the girl.
Harry's mouth was filled with food. He struggled to swallow before he spoke. "I dunno. Never had them before now."
The girl frowned. "Are you a pure-blood, then?"
She glanced at his clothes.
Harry shook his head. "No."
"Oh," said the girl.
Harry decided to play nice.
"My name's Harry," he said. "What's your name?"
"My name is Hermione Granger," said the girl. "And I know you're Harry Potter. Everyone knows you."
"Right, right," said Harry. "It's easy to forget that sometimes."
Hermione frowned. "I don't see how."
Harry shrugged. "It's a long story," he explained.
"So, do you know what The Sorting Hat was talking about during The Sorting?" said Hermione. "He said that-that-"
"It was a Prophecy," said Harry. "Apparently he does that sometimes."
"Oh," said Hermione. "Do you remember what it said?"
"Yes. I wrote it down. I even memorized it. The guys in my dorm practically killed me when they thought I was going to sleep without writing it down."
"Oh. What did it say, then?"
"It said,
He is here,
The young one.
He is brave and true.
He must muster a crew
And stave off sure doom,
For He-Who-Must-Be-Named has returned
And without him and his strength
All will fall, all will burn."
It wasn't Harry who spoke. It was the blonde-boy that Harry spoke to yesterday before The Feast. Harry recalled that he was a Slytherin.
"So, why did you memorize it?" asked Hermione to the blonde boy.
The boy smirked. "Everyone in my House memorized it."
"Why?" said Hermione.
"We want to be prepared."
"Prepared for what?" asked Hermione.
"We want to see what you will do," said the boy. "We want to see if you have the Power to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
Harry sighed. "And here I was thinking that the only complicated thing about being at Hogwarts was learning how to use the right-end of my wand."
The blonde boy snorted. "You're an idiot. Obviously you need to use the end with the runic etches on it."
"Obviously," agreed Harry.
Harry reached into his pocket and flipped his wand around discreetly.
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