Chapter 9

(A/N) Thanks for the reviews, once again (This part is getting predictable, isn't it?). Onto my story…

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"Miss Evans. Thank you for coming. I understand there was some sort of 'incident' in your dorms?"

Lily blushed. "Sorry, Professor, I was just a bit angry-"

Dumbledore held up a hand and she stopped. "I wish to ask you something regarding your abilities of apparating. How long have you been able to this?"

"For almost as long as I can remember. I just think of a place I want to go, and I'm suddenly there. I can't do it here, though, otherwise I'd never be late. Really, I can't control it. Whenever I try, it doesn't work. It just happens once in a while."

"Hmm. And you say you can't apparate here, correct?"

"Well, of course not. I read it, in Hogwarts, A History, no one can-"

"Try, Miss Evans," Dumbledore interrupted.

Lily bit her lip. Think, Lily, think. Go to somewhere…

She opened her eyes. She was the exact same spot as before, only she felt lighter. "See, professor? It didn't work."

Dumbledore was frowning. She had never seen him frown. "Au contraire, Miss Evans. Take a look in the mirror," he said softly.

Turning around, Lily glanced in the mirror. Her vision was slightly blurred for some reason, but there was no mistaking it; there was no reflection in the mirror.

"Professor?" her voice was now echoing. "What's happening?"

"Firstly, try to go back to your original state, please."

Lily tried to concentrate. It was almost as if she couldn't think, but it was becoming clearer and clearer, until she once more saw her reflection. "What happened, Professor?"

"You did not apparate, Miss Evans. It was the rearranging of your molecules that did it. Really, it can substitute apparation, but, as you stated before, one cannot apparate in or out of Hogwarts, so your molecules had nothing to do but to dissemble themselves. I'm surprised you managed to do that, in fact. It takes a strong, powerful, and skillful Seer to be able to do such in this castle, as we have many powerful charms guarding it."

"A Seer?" Lily asked faintly.

"Yes, Miss Evans. It is my belief that you are a Seer, an extremely powerful one, at that. This ability of yours- shifting the molecules of your body… it is a rare and valuable gift, even amongst Seers. I'm sure you've heard of Voldemort?"

Lily nodded, eager to hear more in spite of herself.

"He has many Seers on his side. And he wants more, as, I'm sure you know, that Seers all have strong abilities. He does not, however, have a Seer with the ability to shift molecules. It would be a useful weapon to him, you know. When one can shift their particles, they can transform into the facial features of any entity. A baby, an old man, an animal… anything. You, Miss Evans, have that gift. I doubt that it'll be long before he finds you."

Lily bit her lip. She didn't want to be a Seer. She wanted to be Lily Evans, school prefect, with good grades, otherwise quite average. Not a Seer. And most certainly not a powerful one. And definitely not one that the most feared Dark wizard was after.

"But professor, why can I do this?"

"Because, Lily, it was an old prophecy."

"What?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Yes. There is an old prophecy that tells of a young girl, becoming the most powerful Seer ever. She eventually contributes to the ultimate fate of many, risking her life. However, this is only possible by one choice, and if she makes any other choice…"

"And you believe that I am the one in this prophecy? Why? I always thought that prophecies were written by people who were bored and had nothing better to do."

Dumbledore gave her a sad smile. "I don't usually believe in old prophecies written centuries ago either, Miss Evans, but… This prophecy that I speak of, it was not made by people. It was found in The Book."

"The Book?" Lily asked curiously.

"Yes. According to the tale, Godric Gryffindor possessed a book which told things to come in the future. It was passed down through his descendants, all of them using The Book for good, to help others and save them of their fate. But there was always the ninth page, which remained blank for years. Every other page was filled, except for that one. This much we have proof of. The Book constantly rewrote itself, as the choices of the person would make the prophecy different, but the page would always remain blank. So, when something finally appeared on the page, everyone was excited, expecting some great and new vision of the future. But, for the first time, the Book stated two fates. It said told of a girl, as I told you, who would have to make a choice at some point in her life, which would change the fate of many. One simple choice. They said that the girl would live in a time where fear and death was common, and she would have a chance to help save them all."

Lily frowned. "But still… Why do you believe that I am the one in the prophecy? There are probably a bunch of people who are fitting of that description."

"There was more. It went on to describe her… 'Eyes clear and green, dark red hair'. They were symbols, Lily. The eyes were supposedly the 'passageway to your soul', as people had once thought. The clearness was supposed to mean that she could see into your soul, actually. The dark red hair… I can't recall, but it would be quite easy to check the book for that."

"You have it?" Lily asked breathlessly.

"No, actually, I don't. I wish I did. It would make life so much more refreshing. But a student, a direct descendant of Gryffindor in this school has the book."

"Who?" Lily asked.

Dumbledore sighed wearily. "That will come in time, Miss Evans. But first, I must tell you more of the supposed Seer's capabilities. She would be able to shift molecules, as you yourself can. She would be able to slow down molecules, or quicken them, thus either freezing them or exploding them. She could go into trances, during which she couldn't breathe. She would have the abilities to look into your soul, and she could see into the immediate future when someone close by was in danger. She would not be able to control them until she had perfected all of the skills. And she would be able to do one more thing most Seers were not capable of, but the Book didn't tell."

"But still… It could mean many people…"

"I have reason to believe it is you, Miss Evans," Dumbledore said heavily.

"And the choices… It wasn't very obvious. Even if I was the one in the prophecy, what choice? I could have made that choice already."

"Then you wouldn't need to worry of what comes, then, would you, Miss Evans?"

"Well, if it were to 'determine the fate of many' as you said, well, I should worry, shouldn't I? What if I had made the wrong choice?"

"There is no wrong choice, Miss Evans. There are only two choices, and one leads to a different path than another. And one has a more effective result than the other."

"So that would be the right one, then?"

"Perhaps I put it in the wrong way. Both are equally effective, only one will have a bigger impact, as it will change everything, whereas the other would keep it all the same. Neither is better. It all evens out to an ultimate fate, where it would be to save many and risk your own life, or have the life many have, and live."

"So in one choice I would die, and the other I would live?" Lily asked.

"It is more complex than that, Miss Evans. But yes, that is part of it."

"Who owns the Book?"

"A student," the Headmaster answered vaguely.

"Which one?"

"Well, you know enough about the prophecy now for me to show you…" Dumbledore glanced warily at her. "You know him, Miss Evans."

"I do?"

Dumbledore pressed a small button, which acted as a messaging system. One for each room in the entire school, Lily realized, or at least all the ones that students or teachers would be in.

"Mr. Potter, would you please report to the Headmaster's office? And bring The Book with you."

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(A/N) Argh. I know, not that long. It gets better, so stay with me, okay?