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A/N - I'm not sure how this works, but some of you will probably be yelling at me that I took an idea in here from another story. Just read through it, I'm actually still new at this, an author's note at the end gives ownership of the idea to somebody else if I have too. Just read the story and bear with me.
Chapter 6 - The Prophecy Revealed
Petunia gasped, no, no it couldn't be. Lily was crying. Professor McGonagall brought them some tea and left. Dumbledore came in after a moment, it was his office.
James had been sent an owl and Cornelius was leading a search party through the Forbidden Forest. It wouldn't help, Petunia knew Voldemort wasn't so stupid as to go to the Forbidden Forest.
"What is this…this prophecy?" Lily sobbed.
"I remember coming across it at one point, but I don't remember what it said." Answered Petunia. She felt so lost and hopeless.
"The Prophecy of Defeat talks of the Defeat of the Dark Lord. We never knew who, it is in fact, very odd. But it's main subject is the returning of the heirs." Dumbledore responded.
"The heirs?"
"The Heirs of the Four Founders. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. However, Lord Voldemort himself is the heir of Slytherin. Little Ginny Weasley was taken, she's known to be the Heir of Hufflepuff. And the Potters come from Gryffindor. So that's why Harry was taken. That leaves the Ravenclaw Heir. I don't know who she is. Here's a copy of the prophecy."
They took the parchment from Dumbledores outstretched hand and read over the prophecy that spelled their son's defeat.

And they will come,
Four, such as before,
And end the evil which doth plague you
Unless the evil who is can turn them to plagues,
Which he will try
Three of same age, one younger
All of same gender as before
All with same rivalry.
One extra will be taken,
Relative of an heir he will be
And son of a seer
A sacrafice he will be to the Dark
The Innocent
The Lightening
The Sneer
The Fire
And the Mind
All, save one, the heirs.


Evans Revenge

Petunia sat crying. three years. It had been three years since she had last seen Alex. They had yet to discover who the Ravenclaw Heir was, and as it seemed as though there was a second Heir of Slytherin, but no report had been taken. Dumbledore had searches continually for them. Alex, Harry, Ginny, she didn't even know Ginny Weasley and she still wept for her as well.
It wasn't right. Three innocent children. Three children, one not even an heir. They had decided that Alex was the Innocent. He fit the description; relative of an heir, son of a seer.
They had moved, with Lily and James. They lived in a large house near The outskirts of Hogsmead. All together. Lily and James had a baby girl, Rose in tradition of the Evans family. They had almost moved on, except they hadn't.
"I'm so sick of this." Whispered Petunia in a deadly voice. "I'm going."
"Going where?" asked her sister from behind her.
"After them. I'll kill Voldemort with my bare hands for touching my son. It's been three years Lily, and we actually haven't done a thing. We can't sleep at night, and I am determined to figure out that prophecy."
Lily nodded. "All right, I'm coming too. Let me pack a bag for us. Grab your wand." And she swirled away, her robes swishing among her feet.
Petunia grabbed her wand, and raced to the door where Lily was. They grabbed their brooms and took off into the sky.

Decoding Prophecies

They spent the night in the Forbidden Forest. Lily put up Protection Charms around them. Then they sat in front of the fire and brought out the prophecy.
"It's obvious the first few lines talk about them all defeating Voldemort, but the second line is a bit more tricky. What does it mean "the evil who is can turn them to plagues?"
"Can he make them locusts?" Lily asked.
"Don't be stupid. I'm assuming that…" her face went pale. "I never saw it from this point of view. "And end the evil which plague you unless the evil who is can trun them to plagues! Lily! He's trying to turn them to the dark arts!"
"Oh duh!" said Lily. "Why didn't we see that before?"
"There's a Divination Code of Conduct in which magic is attatched to prophecies so that people can only understand them within a reasonable period of time so that the future isn't altered. But I thought we had gotten an exception on this. Cornelius put it through at the office, Narcissa Frad…"
"Narcissa Frad is now Narcissa Malfoy! She married Lucius! Oh my god, he's a suspected Death Eater! She probably tossed the form into the first cage of dragons she came across! We've been racking our brain and now the children…"
"Never mind that now." Said Petunia. "Look. It says Three the same, one younger. That equals four."
"The fourth must be Alex." Said Lily.
"But there are five names listed at the end! There's another Heir of Slytherin!"
"What? Impossible. Dumbledore said there was only one."
"But Slytherin lived millions of years ago, he must have another heir. And who in the world is Ravenclaw's Heir?"
Lily shrugged. "It's getting late. We need to sleep. Were are we even going?"
"To Harry, and Alex." Petunia said, her eyes going hard.