A/N: Hey! Sorry this took so long.....But, hey, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! There isn't a lot of Harry in this- a lot of talking- ok, let me tell you, this is a boring chapter. sorry, but i kinda had to have someway to get it out of the way. i'm getting the next part up as soon as i can! you guys are awesome! keep reveiwing@!!!
Harry's body feel limply to the ground and he felt his body get sore. He groaned softly and got up shakily. He then suddenly stopped, realizing he was no longer in Hogwarts. He turned his gaze to his surrondings.
He was in a room that mirrored him, his own image stood staring at him, mocking him. His eyes narrowed and he closed his eyes, disgusted at the sight of himself.
The mirrors suddenly all burst and glass was flying everywhere. Harry's yell was drown by the sound of laughing that run in his ears. Harry yelled again as the glass pierced his skin.
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Sirius Black stood staring at the spot, unable to move. He had vanished. Would he be coming back?
"Sirius! Remus! Where is he?" Albus Dumbladore was walking briskly at them, his face pale.
"Vanished," Albus Dumbladore's eyes suddenly widened and his expression changed to worry.
"I think it is time for you to hear what Harry Potter really is. Come, Sirius, Remus, this will make for a terrible bedtime story, but you need to hear it," Sirius reluctantly followed his mind playing back the iamges of Harry fighting him.
"He hates me," Sirius whispered. Dumbladore could only shake his head.
"He does not hate you Sirius. Harry's just suffered something that has effected him greatly physically and mentally. It is nobody's fault but his uncle's."
"Albus, what is Harry?" Remus asked, his eyes watching the headmasters every move.
"Harry Potter is the key to defeating Voldermont. But that, I'm sure, most have all ready figured out." Sirius and Remus nodded, listeneing intently to his words.
"When Harry was born, he was given a gift. The gift of something called: Junctum," he began. Sirius looked confused.
"But I don't understand," Albus sighed and he looked older then ever before, his white ebard glinting in the moonlight.
"It is latin, Sirius, for Unite. Harry Potter's gift was given and he was immediatly sought after by Voldermont. What dark wizard wouldn't think this baby was a threat? Why, by the time of one he had defeated the strongest of their kind they have ever seen. So they became worried."
"But the thing is, the most amazing thing is, Harry was not only given the gift of Junctum, but also the gift to communicate with all living things, human or non. A gift that is feared by many, even I do not know the reason why so many are afraid. Perhaps a scare was brought up by the evil in an effort to try and shun Harry Potter from the wizarding world so that he would not be able to use his powers," Dumbladore stopped and watched the two grown wizards as they absorbed his words slowly.
"So, Harry-he has the power to use these gifts..does he know that?" Remus asked. The headmaster shook his head no.
"But he does know one thing. Harry knows something we do not. He has a gift I don't know if we could even understand and only he knows."
Dumbladore stopped for a moment and looked out his window and lowered his head as he began looking for something in his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchement and took a deep breath.
"Sirius, Remus, it is time that you hear what the prophecy says." He sighed as he began.
It will happen when the one is young
they will be hurt, and rewarded.
The one will have won
a battle that many loose.
He will be locked away from our world
until one day he is reunited again.
After many years, he is accepted.
But after many battles,
the one will feel he fails.
The one will not seem to be able to live.
And his gifts are choosen for him:
Junctum, the choosen language and another.
And many will come
to face him with fear.
None ever wanting to near him.
The evil fear him
Knowing they can loose.
Everyone knows he is strong
But nobody knows
if he is good or evil.
And so, now he chooses
evil or good?
He has the choice.
Neither side can afford to loose him.
He has a destiny to win the battles.
But for whichever he chooses-
The One will win.
A/N: O.K., the prophecy isn't what I wanted it 2 be, but that's the way it came out. Sorry it's bad.... would you review anyways??? please??? thanks!!!!
Harry's body feel limply to the ground and he felt his body get sore. He groaned softly and got up shakily. He then suddenly stopped, realizing he was no longer in Hogwarts. He turned his gaze to his surrondings.
He was in a room that mirrored him, his own image stood staring at him, mocking him. His eyes narrowed and he closed his eyes, disgusted at the sight of himself.
The mirrors suddenly all burst and glass was flying everywhere. Harry's yell was drown by the sound of laughing that run in his ears. Harry yelled again as the glass pierced his skin.
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Sirius Black stood staring at the spot, unable to move. He had vanished. Would he be coming back?
"Sirius! Remus! Where is he?" Albus Dumbladore was walking briskly at them, his face pale.
"Vanished," Albus Dumbladore's eyes suddenly widened and his expression changed to worry.
"I think it is time for you to hear what Harry Potter really is. Come, Sirius, Remus, this will make for a terrible bedtime story, but you need to hear it," Sirius reluctantly followed his mind playing back the iamges of Harry fighting him.
"He hates me," Sirius whispered. Dumbladore could only shake his head.
"He does not hate you Sirius. Harry's just suffered something that has effected him greatly physically and mentally. It is nobody's fault but his uncle's."
"Albus, what is Harry?" Remus asked, his eyes watching the headmasters every move.
"Harry Potter is the key to defeating Voldermont. But that, I'm sure, most have all ready figured out." Sirius and Remus nodded, listeneing intently to his words.
"When Harry was born, he was given a gift. The gift of something called: Junctum," he began. Sirius looked confused.
"But I don't understand," Albus sighed and he looked older then ever before, his white ebard glinting in the moonlight.
"It is latin, Sirius, for Unite. Harry Potter's gift was given and he was immediatly sought after by Voldermont. What dark wizard wouldn't think this baby was a threat? Why, by the time of one he had defeated the strongest of their kind they have ever seen. So they became worried."
"But the thing is, the most amazing thing is, Harry was not only given the gift of Junctum, but also the gift to communicate with all living things, human or non. A gift that is feared by many, even I do not know the reason why so many are afraid. Perhaps a scare was brought up by the evil in an effort to try and shun Harry Potter from the wizarding world so that he would not be able to use his powers," Dumbladore stopped and watched the two grown wizards as they absorbed his words slowly.
"So, Harry-he has the power to use these gifts..does he know that?" Remus asked. The headmaster shook his head no.
"But he does know one thing. Harry knows something we do not. He has a gift I don't know if we could even understand and only he knows."
Dumbladore stopped for a moment and looked out his window and lowered his head as he began looking for something in his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchement and took a deep breath.
"Sirius, Remus, it is time that you hear what the prophecy says." He sighed as he began.
It will happen when the one is young
they will be hurt, and rewarded.
The one will have won
a battle that many loose.
He will be locked away from our world
until one day he is reunited again.
After many years, he is accepted.
But after many battles,
the one will feel he fails.
The one will not seem to be able to live.
And his gifts are choosen for him:
Junctum, the choosen language and another.
And many will come
to face him with fear.
None ever wanting to near him.
The evil fear him
Knowing they can loose.
Everyone knows he is strong
But nobody knows
if he is good or evil.
And so, now he chooses
evil or good?
He has the choice.
Neither side can afford to loose him.
He has a destiny to win the battles.
But for whichever he chooses-
The One will win.
A/N: O.K., the prophecy isn't what I wanted it 2 be, but that's the way it came out. Sorry it's bad.... would you review anyways??? please??? thanks!!!!