Secrets Revealed

A/N: Okay, here it is. I will reveal the prophecy! Yea!

"Master, aren't you proud of me?" asked Lucius Malfoy. "I got the trader in jail."

"Yes. But you failed in killing Potter," hissed Voldemort.

"I am sorry, master. I won't fail again," a cold, hard determination shone in Lucius' eyes.

"You're right. You won't, because I will make the prophecy come true."

"Prophecy?"

"YES!" hissed Voldemort. Then slowly he began to explain, "there is a prophecy in which Skys kills Potter. You will see, Harry will die at the hands of one of his best friends." An evil eruption of laughter spewed out.

"Of course, master. How, though?"

"Skys will meet you on the quidditch pitch, then you will take her here. Potter will come to her rescue. And then, he will die." Another eruption of laughter.

"Yes, bloody good plan," cackled Lucius.

"Well?" hissed Voldemort, his laughter ceasing.

"Excuse me?" squeaked Lucius.

"Get on it! NOW!"

"Yes, master," Lucius disapparated.

***

"Herm, it's now or never," said Ron in a low voice.

"I don't know," replied Hermoine.

"I do. She nearly killed him once, why take another chance?"

"Okay," said Harry. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll go straight to Dumbledore!" exclaimed Harry.

Harper said absolutely nothing.

"Harry? Harper? Okay, it's like this: there's this prophecy that a young Skys will kill Harry Potter. Be his downfall, or something like that," said Hermoine quietly.

"That's what you've been keeping from me? A stupid prophecy?" cried Harry.

"All prophecies come true," said Ron.

"And that one almost did," said Harper quietly.

"But you were possessed, right?"

"Yes, but unless the prophecy specifies how I kill you, it doesn't matter. I have to go," off stomped Harper.

"Harper! Wait?" shouted Hermoine.

The four had been standing out near Hagrid's hut. When Harper left, she headed for the castle. The sun had set, and it was dark.

Suddenly, Harper began to shake, and a voice echoed in her head.

It said: "Go to the quidditch pitch. C'mon, go." Harper walked, with a sudden urgency, to the pitch. Puzzled, she looked around. There was no one there. So she turned around and started for the castle.

But she never left the pitch. A hand reached around, and grabbed her. Harper spun around, and looked straight up into Lucius Malfoy's face.

Lucius grinned down at her, and said: "hey, kid. Let's go."

This had the effect Lucius wanted. Harper began to scream, and scream, and scream.

"Harry! Help! Somebody!" she screamed.

"That's right, scream, kid. Scream for Harry."