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a/n I hope you will find this chapter interesting. It's short but informative. It might clear a few things up for you all.
On New year's Eve, Dumbledore asked me to come to his office.
"Sure." I said. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, no not at all." Professor Dumbledore assured me. "Let's go into my office."
We went into his office and sat down.
"I have looked at your grades for the first half of this year, and I am amazed that you have kept up your perfect scores in every class." Dumbledore said. "I was expecting Hogwarts to be much harder than your old school, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
"No sir." I said. "It's basically the same."
"That leaves me with the alternative that you are a very powerful witch." Dumbledore said.
"That seems reasonable." I said. "Is it really that hard to believe?"
"It's hard to imagine anyone getting perfect grades." Dumbledore said. "Even you Divination grades are perfect."
"To get perfect marks in Divination, all I had to do was convince Professor Trelawny that I was a real Seer. She doesn't even check my predictions, not that I've ever made a mistake."
"So you are really a Seer." Dumbledore said. "And you have never made a mistake on a prediction?"
"Right." I said.
I only know of one other Seer who has ever done kept a perfect divination record." Dumbledore said. "Her name was Elizabeth. To stay hidden from Voldemort she used an array of last names. She was born Elizabeth Gryffindor, but she never went by that. Until she was eleven she went by Elizabeth Potter, but when she started at Hogwarts she became Elizabeth Kettle. After Hogwarts she married my son, becoming Elizabeth Dumbledore. Because Dumbledore was a name hated by Voldemort, they became Billy and Elizabeth Prewett, which is how they died."
I knew I was pale, I felt like I was about to cry. I had known since forever that Dumbledore was my Grandfather, but I hadn't known that he had known about my mother.
"I'm so sorry." I said, to cover up my emotions."
"My son remained hidden in much the same way Elizabeth did." Dumbledore continued. "No one knows I had a son. He was born William Dumbledore, but went by Billy Prewett."
"The Prewetts were killed by Voldemort, right?" I asked.
"Yes." Dumbledore said. "You remind me of Elizabeth."
"I wonder why." I said softly.
"Pardon?" Dumbledore said.
"I said I wonder why I remind you of her." I said. "She was a great divinator, and saved twenty nine lives with the future changing spell. I'm just a fifth year with good grades."
"You look like Elizabeth." Dumbledore said. "You are at the level of Seeing that she was at when she was a fifth year with good grades. I can't exactly pinpoint it, but you remind me extraordinarliy of her."
"I don't know what to say." I said.
"I'm sorry." Dumbledore said. "Here I am dumping all my grief on a fifth year girl who hardly knows who I'm talking about."
"I know exactly who you are talking about." I said softly. "My mother."
"I'm afraid you must be mistaken." Dumbledore said. "Elizabeth never had a child."
"Evidently she did, because here I am." I said. "I'm sorry she didn't tell you."
"Why would she not tell me?" Dumbledore asked. "I would be the child's grandfather!"
"I know." I said. "Hello Grandfather." I gave Dumbledore a hug.
"But, but..." Dumbledore sputtered. "I think I might have noticed if Elizabeth was pregnant, and my son would have told me."
"She had an illusion on herself." I said. "My father didn't tell you because Voldemort would have killed you if he had."
"How would Voldemort know if I knew anything?" Dumbledore asked. "It doesn't make any sense."
"Voldemort has his ways." I said. "It was undoubtedly a dark spell that he invented. My father trusted my mother on matters of alternate futures."
"Yes." Dumbledore said. "Quite rightly so."
"You did see me when I was six months old." I said. "My parents brought me here in disguise. Do you remember?"
"As I recall, it was quite an unusual day. I do remember Fawkes crying all over a baby I was sure I didn't know. At the time I was mystified." Dumbledore said. "Peter Pettigrew put the cruciatus curse on you?"
"Yes." I said. "For ten minutes."
"My word!" Dumbledore said. "I can't believe you survived!"
"I have a powerful family history." I said. "Do you believe me?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said. "You have to admit though, it is a difficult thing to discover in one day. I had a feeling that there was something more to you than what you were letting on, but I was not prepared for this!"
"I know." I said. "I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I wasn't sure how you would react."
"I hope I will be a good grandfather." Dumbledore said "Let's keep this our little secret for now though. I will see you tonight."
"Goodbye." I said, standing up.
The first class after the holidays was Transfiguration. We were doing a review, and I got a little bored, so I stopped paying attention. I drifted into a trance, and was thankful that Professor Heardenlev had taught me how to make sure I didn't say anything out loud.
I Saw that Voldemort had a group of dark Seers messing with the future again. 'Voldemort has been waiting for the final battle for fifteen long years. He will only wait a year and a half more. He will strike Hogwarts at the end of next school year.'
I turned white, and then a faint color green. I realized that class was being dismissed. "Stay here." I said to Harry. He looked puzzled but stayed. I waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione, the turned to McGonagall.
"Professor, we have a problem." I said. "Get Professor
Dumbledore and Remus."
She did what I said, knowing that this had to be an emergency. Professors Dumbledore and Lupin came out of the fire a moment later. We all sat down around McGonagall's desk. I started to speak, but stopped immediately, and turned pale.
I had realized that Voldemort might have a mirror on Harry that would allow him to see and hear everything Harry saw and heard. I magicked pewter confetti all over the room, duplicating it so that not an inch was left uncovered, then I said the spell. It was all in Latin, but as I heard Professor Dumbledore gasp, I realized that he knew what I was doing. After a minute of chanting, I sat down, exhausted.
"I know you are confused." I said. "So am I. I'll tell you about the spell, but first you need to know some background information. Professor McGonagall, if you tell them, you will be taking a great risk. It's up to you, but will you explain from the founders until 19**?" I asked, naming the year that my mother had entered Hogwarts.
"Sure." McGonagall said. "Harry, Albus, and Remus, listen closely, and please don't interrupt me. I have no idea what Hannah wants to tell you, but this seems to be an important part of it."
"Mostly Harry." I said.
"When Hogwarts was first founded, by Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Slazar Slytherin, the founders all got along." McGonagall started. "Gryffindor and Slytherin were of equal power, each having special gifts. Gryffindor was known for being a powerful Seer, and Slytherin became very good at the Dark Arts."
"Slytherin wanted control over the wizarding world, and eventually the muggle world, but he knew that Gryffindor would be able to stop him. He wrote in a diary all about his growing rivalry with Gryffindor, and Gryffindor did the same. Slytherin grew to hate Godric. You can still see the rivalry in the houses today."
"Nobody thought anything about the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry. Sure, the two families never got along, but that was about it, until 1857. In 1857 a Gryffindor Seer predicted that a dark wizard would be born who would continue what Slazar Slytherin wanted to start. The Seer predicted that this wizard would kill any threat to his power, the entire Gryffindor family included."
"The Gryffindor family took this warning, and disappeared for 70 years, resurfacing under the name of Kettle. This Kettle family was extremely cautious. They knew that it might be possible for this dark wizard to trace them. Whenever anyone had children, they would change the last name of all except one child, and let the one keep his or her last name for a few generations. The Kettle family at this time wanted to have children. The firstborn was a girl. They named her Minerva, and then according to their newly modified tradition, they gave her the last name of McGonagall."
"Five years later, they decided to have another child. Instead of one more child, they had twins, one boy, and one girl. The girl was Elizabeth Kettle, and the boy they gave the name James Potter. The twins, being boy and girl, were not identical, but they looked a lot alike. When it came time for them to go to Hogwarts, they didn't know what to do. Elizabeth was a Seer, like many of the Gryffindor line had been, but the other two weren't."
"After much debate the father of the family consulted the future, and decided to risk sending all three of their children to Hogwarts. Risk being the key word.
"Minerva McGonagall got through Hogwarts without being identified as a Gryffindor. She got a job as a teacher at Hogwarts, and no one has ever found out her true identity. James and Elizabeth, though, are a different story." Hannah, if you would like to continue..."
"Thanks." I whispered to her.
"Although they tried, nothing could persuade the Sorting hat to put them in any house besides Gryffindor, or separate houses. They were stuck in the same house, and the same year. They had the same friends, and most of those friends noticed that something was weird between James and Elizabeth. One day, they told their friends that they were both direct descendants of Godric Gryffindor, and that they were twins. Elizabeth had consulted the future first, and found that it would be ok to tell their friends. They took the right precautions, and probably did the right thing." "There was one uncounted on fact though. It is possible to change the future through an immensely complex spell. Among the good friends that James and Elizabeth told their secret to was a traitor. Professor Dumbledore, have you told Professor McGonagall about Peter Pettigrew?"
"Yes." Professor Dumbledore said. "She knows all about it."
"Good." I said. "Let's skip a few years here. Elizabeth married Billy Prewett, who was the co-head of Auror team A. They had a daughter, Hannah Prewett/O'Riley. James married Lily Evans, and they were both on Auror team A." and James and Lily had a son, Harry Potter."
"By this time, Peter Pettigrew had been a spy for Voldemort for a couple of years, but he hadn't told Voldemort yet about the Potters. Finally, Voldemort got a group of dark Seers together, and Peter told Voldemort about James and Elizabeth being Gryffindors."
"Voldemort set about with a plan to kill these Potters. He had his team of 100 Seers change the future even more. This resulted in tragedy. Elizabeth fixed it up to the best of her ability, but it was still 100 against 1. Without going into details, let's just say that Elizabeth and Billy got killed, and Lily and James got killed."
"Now that you know about the past, there are a few things I need to know about the present, then I will try to tell you about the future. We have numerous problems here. The first problem is that we have three sides; the light side, the dark side, and the non-believers. Professor Dumbledore, do we have Cornelius Fudge?"
"No." Professor Dumbledore said. "I'm afraid we don't."
"Shoot." I said, aware that I was in the presence of two teachers and the Headmaster. "Do we have anyone in the Ministry?"
"Arthur Weasley." Professor Dumbledore said.
"That be nice, if we wanted to enchant Muggle toys." I said. "But we don't. Is Azkaban still under the control of the Dementors?"
"Unfortunately." Professor Dumbledore said.
I took a deep breath, and said "We need to get them out of there. Is that possible?"
"Not yet." Professor Dumbledore said.
"Great." I said sarcastically. "Great. Let me tell you part of our problem. Voldemort has 100 dark Seers messing with the future. They have done damage that I can not undo yet. They must be stopped before they do any more. Does anyone know how we can do that?"
Professor Dumbledore answered. "We don't even have one Auror team."
"What!" I shouted. "Not even one! What is Fudge planing, suicide?"
"He is a foolish man." Professor Dumbledore said.
"You're telling me!" I said. "This is worse than I thought. What happened to the old gang?"
"They are mostly unable to fight." Professor Dumbledore said. "The old team."
"We need Sirius." I said. "He can have a never-ending supply of Polyjuice potion or something."
"We might be able to arrange that." Professor Dumbledore said.
"That's a start." I said. "There are fourteen people from Auror team A that are able to fight. We need to let them know what is going on. Let me explain the crisis. Voldemort is gaining strength right and left. He has an army of 100 Seers that can change the future to fit his every need. I didn't know there were 100 Seers in the world with that talent. In fact there probably aren't, and they combine their power. They can change the future, and no one can change it back."
I turned to Harry and said "Remember at the beginning of the year when I was telling you guys about Neville?"
"Yeah." Harry said.
"Well, I'm sure you've figured out by now that my dad was that Billy, and my mum was that Seer. I am going to tell you what she predicted, word for word. 'The final battle will be delayed for seventeen years. It will be Gryffindor versus Slytherin, dark versus light, Harry and Hannah versus Voldemort. Light will overpower the darkness, good will overcome evil. Voldemort shall be gotten rid of once and for all, but his followers will remain. There will always be dark arts, and always users of them, but good is good, while bad is bad.' Any questions?" I asked.
"Do you mean that you and Harry are going to fight in the final battle?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"To be sure." I said. "Part of our crisis, though, is when. According to that prediction, it will be at the end of our seventh year. According to what I Saw during Transfiguration, Voldemort's Seers have moved that date up a year. We are know looking at the final battle being at the end of our sixth year. If Voldemort's Seers remain unchecked, we may have Voldemort storming into the castle in five minutes."
"We have to capture 100 Seers that will easily be forewarned of everything, and can change anything. After we capture them, the worst possible thing for us to do would be to send them to Azkaban as long as it is under Dementor control. It is impossible to capture the Seers at present, it would require someone with the ability to change the future."
"Aunt Minnie, you could definitely help, if you wish. You don't have the gift of being able to change the future with a spell, but you can do it with your very actions. Harry has the gift, but he just learned that he can read tea leaves. I have been working on it since I was five, but I very recently understood the theory. I can work on it, but it will take a while. Fortunately, my mother wrote down everything she learned, and every tip she had for me. I have her diaries, and a letter she wrote me in the last year of her life."
"Harry and I need to train for this fight. We also desperately need an Auror team, and a research team. Fifteen years ago, Voldemort would have had to have been hit with the Killing Curse an estimated twenty times before he would be able to be killed. Due to his recent immortality experiment, and his Gryffindor blood, I don't know what we might have to do. Any ideas, any one want to be our teacher?" I asked desperately trying to stay calm.
"Everyone in this room can help you train." Dumbledore announced. "Is anyone here not immune to truth potions?"
Harry started to raise his hand, but I pulled it down. "You're immune to them." I said.
I looked at Lupin, and he said "I'm not immune."
"You aren't!" I said. "You were a spy!"
"I know." Lupin said.
"How far will his word go?" I asked Dumbledore.
"Not very, I'm afraid." Dumbledore answered.
"Is there any teacher..." I asked.
"Severus is immune, and all the others have no links to this mess at all." Dumbledore sighed. "Is Sirius immune?"
"Yes." Lupin said. "Pettigrew isn't as far as I know."
"He isn't." I said. "But he will be heavily guarded. Voldemort knows that we could get Fudge to believe us, we would have a lot easier time going against him. He also doesn't want Sirius loose."
"I'm impressed with your knowledge, Miss O'Riley." Dumbledore said. "We will need that."
"Can we trust Professor Snape, one hundred percent?" I asked.
"Yes." Dumbledore said firmly.
"We will need his help." I said.
"About that spell I did earlier, it was so that Voldemort wouldn't be able to see or hear anything that goes on in this room, even if he had a mirror on Harry, which I found out he does. It wouldn't have taken so much power otherwise."
"I'm very impressed that you were able to do it!" Dumbledore said. "It is well above ordinary wizarding level."
"I almost passed out." I said. "I wouldn't even have attempted it under normal circumstances, but this was an emergency. Professor Dumbledore, do you think you could put it on Harry? A room is one thing, but a person..."
"Very good idea, Hannah." Dumbledore said. "Harry, come here."
He performed the spell on Harry, and then, looking at his face, I said "Professor Dumbledore, can you teach us the spell to make a Pensive? Harry here looks like he is about to explode from finding out so much in one day."
"Absolutely." Dumbledore said. "You can make one that is able to be triggered only by you. First transfigure a basin."
Every one in the room did as suggested.
"The spell is 'Memoriseum Alendesrus.' Now just touch your wand to your head, and your thoughts will be gotten so that you don't feel like you are about to explode."
"Sorry no one told you earlier." I said to Harry.
"Um, it's ok." Harry said.
"I think it is time now, for you two young cousins to go back to your classes. Is it ok if we meet here tomorrow after dinner?" Dumbledore asked.
Everyone nodded, so Harry and I left.
a/n I hope you will find this chapter interesting. It's short but informative. It might clear a few things up for you all.
On New year's Eve, Dumbledore asked me to come to his office.
"Sure." I said. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, no not at all." Professor Dumbledore assured me. "Let's go into my office."
We went into his office and sat down.
"I have looked at your grades for the first half of this year, and I am amazed that you have kept up your perfect scores in every class." Dumbledore said. "I was expecting Hogwarts to be much harder than your old school, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
"No sir." I said. "It's basically the same."
"That leaves me with the alternative that you are a very powerful witch." Dumbledore said.
"That seems reasonable." I said. "Is it really that hard to believe?"
"It's hard to imagine anyone getting perfect grades." Dumbledore said. "Even you Divination grades are perfect."
"To get perfect marks in Divination, all I had to do was convince Professor Trelawny that I was a real Seer. She doesn't even check my predictions, not that I've ever made a mistake."
"So you are really a Seer." Dumbledore said. "And you have never made a mistake on a prediction?"
"Right." I said.
I only know of one other Seer who has ever done kept a perfect divination record." Dumbledore said. "Her name was Elizabeth. To stay hidden from Voldemort she used an array of last names. She was born Elizabeth Gryffindor, but she never went by that. Until she was eleven she went by Elizabeth Potter, but when she started at Hogwarts she became Elizabeth Kettle. After Hogwarts she married my son, becoming Elizabeth Dumbledore. Because Dumbledore was a name hated by Voldemort, they became Billy and Elizabeth Prewett, which is how they died."
I knew I was pale, I felt like I was about to cry. I had known since forever that Dumbledore was my Grandfather, but I hadn't known that he had known about my mother.
"I'm so sorry." I said, to cover up my emotions."
"My son remained hidden in much the same way Elizabeth did." Dumbledore continued. "No one knows I had a son. He was born William Dumbledore, but went by Billy Prewett."
"The Prewetts were killed by Voldemort, right?" I asked.
"Yes." Dumbledore said. "You remind me of Elizabeth."
"I wonder why." I said softly.
"Pardon?" Dumbledore said.
"I said I wonder why I remind you of her." I said. "She was a great divinator, and saved twenty nine lives with the future changing spell. I'm just a fifth year with good grades."
"You look like Elizabeth." Dumbledore said. "You are at the level of Seeing that she was at when she was a fifth year with good grades. I can't exactly pinpoint it, but you remind me extraordinarliy of her."
"I don't know what to say." I said.
"I'm sorry." Dumbledore said. "Here I am dumping all my grief on a fifth year girl who hardly knows who I'm talking about."
"I know exactly who you are talking about." I said softly. "My mother."
"I'm afraid you must be mistaken." Dumbledore said. "Elizabeth never had a child."
"Evidently she did, because here I am." I said. "I'm sorry she didn't tell you."
"Why would she not tell me?" Dumbledore asked. "I would be the child's grandfather!"
"I know." I said. "Hello Grandfather." I gave Dumbledore a hug.
"But, but..." Dumbledore sputtered. "I think I might have noticed if Elizabeth was pregnant, and my son would have told me."
"She had an illusion on herself." I said. "My father didn't tell you because Voldemort would have killed you if he had."
"How would Voldemort know if I knew anything?" Dumbledore asked. "It doesn't make any sense."
"Voldemort has his ways." I said. "It was undoubtedly a dark spell that he invented. My father trusted my mother on matters of alternate futures."
"Yes." Dumbledore said. "Quite rightly so."
"You did see me when I was six months old." I said. "My parents brought me here in disguise. Do you remember?"
"As I recall, it was quite an unusual day. I do remember Fawkes crying all over a baby I was sure I didn't know. At the time I was mystified." Dumbledore said. "Peter Pettigrew put the cruciatus curse on you?"
"Yes." I said. "For ten minutes."
"My word!" Dumbledore said. "I can't believe you survived!"
"I have a powerful family history." I said. "Do you believe me?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said. "You have to admit though, it is a difficult thing to discover in one day. I had a feeling that there was something more to you than what you were letting on, but I was not prepared for this!"
"I know." I said. "I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I wasn't sure how you would react."
"I hope I will be a good grandfather." Dumbledore said "Let's keep this our little secret for now though. I will see you tonight."
"Goodbye." I said, standing up.
The first class after the holidays was Transfiguration. We were doing a review, and I got a little bored, so I stopped paying attention. I drifted into a trance, and was thankful that Professor Heardenlev had taught me how to make sure I didn't say anything out loud.
I Saw that Voldemort had a group of dark Seers messing with the future again. 'Voldemort has been waiting for the final battle for fifteen long years. He will only wait a year and a half more. He will strike Hogwarts at the end of next school year.'
I turned white, and then a faint color green. I realized that class was being dismissed. "Stay here." I said to Harry. He looked puzzled but stayed. I waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione, the turned to McGonagall.
"Professor, we have a problem." I said. "Get Professor
Dumbledore and Remus."
She did what I said, knowing that this had to be an emergency. Professors Dumbledore and Lupin came out of the fire a moment later. We all sat down around McGonagall's desk. I started to speak, but stopped immediately, and turned pale.
I had realized that Voldemort might have a mirror on Harry that would allow him to see and hear everything Harry saw and heard. I magicked pewter confetti all over the room, duplicating it so that not an inch was left uncovered, then I said the spell. It was all in Latin, but as I heard Professor Dumbledore gasp, I realized that he knew what I was doing. After a minute of chanting, I sat down, exhausted.
"I know you are confused." I said. "So am I. I'll tell you about the spell, but first you need to know some background information. Professor McGonagall, if you tell them, you will be taking a great risk. It's up to you, but will you explain from the founders until 19**?" I asked, naming the year that my mother had entered Hogwarts.
"Sure." McGonagall said. "Harry, Albus, and Remus, listen closely, and please don't interrupt me. I have no idea what Hannah wants to tell you, but this seems to be an important part of it."
"Mostly Harry." I said.
"When Hogwarts was first founded, by Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Slazar Slytherin, the founders all got along." McGonagall started. "Gryffindor and Slytherin were of equal power, each having special gifts. Gryffindor was known for being a powerful Seer, and Slytherin became very good at the Dark Arts."
"Slytherin wanted control over the wizarding world, and eventually the muggle world, but he knew that Gryffindor would be able to stop him. He wrote in a diary all about his growing rivalry with Gryffindor, and Gryffindor did the same. Slytherin grew to hate Godric. You can still see the rivalry in the houses today."
"Nobody thought anything about the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry. Sure, the two families never got along, but that was about it, until 1857. In 1857 a Gryffindor Seer predicted that a dark wizard would be born who would continue what Slazar Slytherin wanted to start. The Seer predicted that this wizard would kill any threat to his power, the entire Gryffindor family included."
"The Gryffindor family took this warning, and disappeared for 70 years, resurfacing under the name of Kettle. This Kettle family was extremely cautious. They knew that it might be possible for this dark wizard to trace them. Whenever anyone had children, they would change the last name of all except one child, and let the one keep his or her last name for a few generations. The Kettle family at this time wanted to have children. The firstborn was a girl. They named her Minerva, and then according to their newly modified tradition, they gave her the last name of McGonagall."
"Five years later, they decided to have another child. Instead of one more child, they had twins, one boy, and one girl. The girl was Elizabeth Kettle, and the boy they gave the name James Potter. The twins, being boy and girl, were not identical, but they looked a lot alike. When it came time for them to go to Hogwarts, they didn't know what to do. Elizabeth was a Seer, like many of the Gryffindor line had been, but the other two weren't."
"After much debate the father of the family consulted the future, and decided to risk sending all three of their children to Hogwarts. Risk being the key word.
"Minerva McGonagall got through Hogwarts without being identified as a Gryffindor. She got a job as a teacher at Hogwarts, and no one has ever found out her true identity. James and Elizabeth, though, are a different story." Hannah, if you would like to continue..."
"Thanks." I whispered to her.
"Although they tried, nothing could persuade the Sorting hat to put them in any house besides Gryffindor, or separate houses. They were stuck in the same house, and the same year. They had the same friends, and most of those friends noticed that something was weird between James and Elizabeth. One day, they told their friends that they were both direct descendants of Godric Gryffindor, and that they were twins. Elizabeth had consulted the future first, and found that it would be ok to tell their friends. They took the right precautions, and probably did the right thing." "There was one uncounted on fact though. It is possible to change the future through an immensely complex spell. Among the good friends that James and Elizabeth told their secret to was a traitor. Professor Dumbledore, have you told Professor McGonagall about Peter Pettigrew?"
"Yes." Professor Dumbledore said. "She knows all about it."
"Good." I said. "Let's skip a few years here. Elizabeth married Billy Prewett, who was the co-head of Auror team A. They had a daughter, Hannah Prewett/O'Riley. James married Lily Evans, and they were both on Auror team A." and James and Lily had a son, Harry Potter."
"By this time, Peter Pettigrew had been a spy for Voldemort for a couple of years, but he hadn't told Voldemort yet about the Potters. Finally, Voldemort got a group of dark Seers together, and Peter told Voldemort about James and Elizabeth being Gryffindors."
"Voldemort set about with a plan to kill these Potters. He had his team of 100 Seers change the future even more. This resulted in tragedy. Elizabeth fixed it up to the best of her ability, but it was still 100 against 1. Without going into details, let's just say that Elizabeth and Billy got killed, and Lily and James got killed."
"Now that you know about the past, there are a few things I need to know about the present, then I will try to tell you about the future. We have numerous problems here. The first problem is that we have three sides; the light side, the dark side, and the non-believers. Professor Dumbledore, do we have Cornelius Fudge?"
"No." Professor Dumbledore said. "I'm afraid we don't."
"Shoot." I said, aware that I was in the presence of two teachers and the Headmaster. "Do we have anyone in the Ministry?"
"Arthur Weasley." Professor Dumbledore said.
"That be nice, if we wanted to enchant Muggle toys." I said. "But we don't. Is Azkaban still under the control of the Dementors?"
"Unfortunately." Professor Dumbledore said.
I took a deep breath, and said "We need to get them out of there. Is that possible?"
"Not yet." Professor Dumbledore said.
"Great." I said sarcastically. "Great. Let me tell you part of our problem. Voldemort has 100 dark Seers messing with the future. They have done damage that I can not undo yet. They must be stopped before they do any more. Does anyone know how we can do that?"
Professor Dumbledore answered. "We don't even have one Auror team."
"What!" I shouted. "Not even one! What is Fudge planing, suicide?"
"He is a foolish man." Professor Dumbledore said.
"You're telling me!" I said. "This is worse than I thought. What happened to the old gang?"
"They are mostly unable to fight." Professor Dumbledore said. "The old team."
"We need Sirius." I said. "He can have a never-ending supply of Polyjuice potion or something."
"We might be able to arrange that." Professor Dumbledore said.
"That's a start." I said. "There are fourteen people from Auror team A that are able to fight. We need to let them know what is going on. Let me explain the crisis. Voldemort is gaining strength right and left. He has an army of 100 Seers that can change the future to fit his every need. I didn't know there were 100 Seers in the world with that talent. In fact there probably aren't, and they combine their power. They can change the future, and no one can change it back."
I turned to Harry and said "Remember at the beginning of the year when I was telling you guys about Neville?"
"Yeah." Harry said.
"Well, I'm sure you've figured out by now that my dad was that Billy, and my mum was that Seer. I am going to tell you what she predicted, word for word. 'The final battle will be delayed for seventeen years. It will be Gryffindor versus Slytherin, dark versus light, Harry and Hannah versus Voldemort. Light will overpower the darkness, good will overcome evil. Voldemort shall be gotten rid of once and for all, but his followers will remain. There will always be dark arts, and always users of them, but good is good, while bad is bad.' Any questions?" I asked.
"Do you mean that you and Harry are going to fight in the final battle?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"To be sure." I said. "Part of our crisis, though, is when. According to that prediction, it will be at the end of our seventh year. According to what I Saw during Transfiguration, Voldemort's Seers have moved that date up a year. We are know looking at the final battle being at the end of our sixth year. If Voldemort's Seers remain unchecked, we may have Voldemort storming into the castle in five minutes."
"We have to capture 100 Seers that will easily be forewarned of everything, and can change anything. After we capture them, the worst possible thing for us to do would be to send them to Azkaban as long as it is under Dementor control. It is impossible to capture the Seers at present, it would require someone with the ability to change the future."
"Aunt Minnie, you could definitely help, if you wish. You don't have the gift of being able to change the future with a spell, but you can do it with your very actions. Harry has the gift, but he just learned that he can read tea leaves. I have been working on it since I was five, but I very recently understood the theory. I can work on it, but it will take a while. Fortunately, my mother wrote down everything she learned, and every tip she had for me. I have her diaries, and a letter she wrote me in the last year of her life."
"Harry and I need to train for this fight. We also desperately need an Auror team, and a research team. Fifteen years ago, Voldemort would have had to have been hit with the Killing Curse an estimated twenty times before he would be able to be killed. Due to his recent immortality experiment, and his Gryffindor blood, I don't know what we might have to do. Any ideas, any one want to be our teacher?" I asked desperately trying to stay calm.
"Everyone in this room can help you train." Dumbledore announced. "Is anyone here not immune to truth potions?"
Harry started to raise his hand, but I pulled it down. "You're immune to them." I said.
I looked at Lupin, and he said "I'm not immune."
"You aren't!" I said. "You were a spy!"
"I know." Lupin said.
"How far will his word go?" I asked Dumbledore.
"Not very, I'm afraid." Dumbledore answered.
"Is there any teacher..." I asked.
"Severus is immune, and all the others have no links to this mess at all." Dumbledore sighed. "Is Sirius immune?"
"Yes." Lupin said. "Pettigrew isn't as far as I know."
"He isn't." I said. "But he will be heavily guarded. Voldemort knows that we could get Fudge to believe us, we would have a lot easier time going against him. He also doesn't want Sirius loose."
"I'm impressed with your knowledge, Miss O'Riley." Dumbledore said. "We will need that."
"Can we trust Professor Snape, one hundred percent?" I asked.
"Yes." Dumbledore said firmly.
"We will need his help." I said.
"About that spell I did earlier, it was so that Voldemort wouldn't be able to see or hear anything that goes on in this room, even if he had a mirror on Harry, which I found out he does. It wouldn't have taken so much power otherwise."
"I'm very impressed that you were able to do it!" Dumbledore said. "It is well above ordinary wizarding level."
"I almost passed out." I said. "I wouldn't even have attempted it under normal circumstances, but this was an emergency. Professor Dumbledore, do you think you could put it on Harry? A room is one thing, but a person..."
"Very good idea, Hannah." Dumbledore said. "Harry, come here."
He performed the spell on Harry, and then, looking at his face, I said "Professor Dumbledore, can you teach us the spell to make a Pensive? Harry here looks like he is about to explode from finding out so much in one day."
"Absolutely." Dumbledore said. "You can make one that is able to be triggered only by you. First transfigure a basin."
Every one in the room did as suggested.
"The spell is 'Memoriseum Alendesrus.' Now just touch your wand to your head, and your thoughts will be gotten so that you don't feel like you are about to explode."
"Sorry no one told you earlier." I said to Harry.
"Um, it's ok." Harry said.
"I think it is time now, for you two young cousins to go back to your classes. Is it ok if we meet here tomorrow after dinner?" Dumbledore asked.
Everyone nodded, so Harry and I left.