Harry paused, dead in his tracks. "Alana Francis?" Alana looked puzzled, "Yes. Is there a problem?" Harry smiled. He had never been so happy in his life. The girl who he's beginning to like is actually studying with him. Harry looked at Alana, "No. No problem at all."

They continued to walk until they reached a cheerful looking shop. Harry moved forward, "Welcome to Florean Fortescue Ice-Cream Parlour." Alana only managed to smile. She already had the experience how boys usually try to flatter the girls they want to hit on. Alana looked around the parlour for the sight of her grandmother. Finally she spotted an old woman sitting at the corner of the parlour, "That's my grandmother. Come, I'll introduce you." Harry followed Alana to the table.

Clarisse looked around for her granddaughter, "There you are. If you hadn't arrive in five more minutes, I would've sent for the police." Alana laughed, "Oh, grandma. You worry too much." Harry watched Alana. He really likes her laugh. He continued to look on how she interacts with her grandmother. "Oh, grandma, this is the boy who helped me find the parlour. Umm, Harry Potter, meet my grandmother, Clarisse Francis," Alana introduced them.

Harry moved his hand forward to shake hands. Clarisse held Harry's hand. Harry could see that there was a twinkle in Alana's grandmother's eyes, "Harry Potter? You wouldn't happen to be the son of James and Lily Potter, would you?" The remark took Harry by surprised, "Yes, do you know my parents?" Harry asked. Clarisse smiled, "Sit down. I'll tell you everything." Harry and Alana sat down.

Alana looked at her grandmother. She knew this boy's parents. She couldn't help herself but ask, "You know Harry's parents? How? From where?" Clarisse laughed, "Down, grail. Yes, I knew his parents?" Alana thought she heard the words knew, "Knew? What do you mean?" Harry turned and looked at Alana, "My parents are dead. They died when I was a year old." Alana saw the sudden change on Harry's face, "I'm sorry."

Harry smiled, "It's alright. So, how do you know my parents?" Clarisse looked at the boy who wears the scar without fear, "I used to live in Godric's Hollow. I knew them. They were very nice people. I also know Sirius Black. He was a good friend of your parents." Harry interrupted, "He still is." Clarisse continued, "I suppose you are living with him now." Harry sighed, "I am know. But for the last 16 years I have been living with my aunt."

Clarisse shook her head, "Ah, right. Petunia, Lily's sister." Harry looked at Clarisse with utter shock, "You know aunt Petunia?" Clarisse looked at Harry. "This boy knew nothing about his past. How can he be linked with my granddaughter?" Clarisse thought. She took a deep breath, "Yes, your mother talks about her all the time. She always had nice things to say. Even though we all knew how horrible Petunia was."

Suddenly, the clock on the wall struck 12 o'clock. "Oh, Alana! We better get going. You are going to be late. The Hogwarts' Express leaves in under 2 hours. We have to go home and get your trunk. Mr. Potter has to go too," Clarisse said. Harry stood up as the ladies stood up, "With all due respect, ma'am, call me Harry." Clarisse smiled, "Well, Harry. We better get a move on." Alana stood up and took her things, "So, I'll be seeing you?" Harry nodded, "I'm sure sometime soon." Alana didn't understand what he said. Clarisse walked out of the parlour followed by Alana. "Bye! See you later!" Harry said.

Alana and her grandmother travelled back to their home using the floo powder. Alana got the hang of using the floo powder. They arrived home. Alana couldn't wait to get her trunks and get ready to go to Hogwarts. She quickly went inside and went upstairs to her room. Clarisse was sitting outside waiting for her granddaughter and she was also thinking about Harry Potter. "Why was this boy destined to be with in my Alana's life? He was already in danger. What makes Albus think that Alana can save him?"

Alana went down stair, dragging her trunk down the stair. She put the trunk in front of the door and she paused almost abruptly. "I am forgetting something here. What is it? Oh, yes! I forgot to take mum and dad's picture" So, she turned around and went straight into the living room.

Clarisse was still sitting outside thinking about the outcome of the prophecy. She stared at the horizon. Suddenly she heard a scream. "Alana! Alana! What's wrong?" Clarisse ran straight inside the house. Alana was still screaming. Clarisse knew she was in the living room. When she got there the first thing she did was hug Alana and told her to calm down. "What's wrong, Alana?"

Clarisse watched as Alana pointed to something in the air. Clarisse paused and she was shocked to see what was floating in the air. She suddenly felt cold and fear engulfed her.

THE PROPHECY WILL FAIL

THE HEART OF IMMORTALITY WILL BE MINE

Clarisse looked around the room. Everything was on the floor. The cupboards were forcedly opened. Her vials and bottle were broken. All her scrolls were ripped and torn. She was still holding Alana who was still shaking. "Grandma, what is this? What prophesy? What heart? Who did this?"

The only person Clarisse could think right now is, "Voldemort." Alana looked at her grandmother, "Who is Voldemort? What does he want?" Clarisse held Alana's face, "No one. I want you to sit here and calm down. I need to contact someone." Alana watched as her grandmother walked to what was left of the cupboard and took out a green vial.

Clarisse poured some green powder out of the vial and threw it inside the fire. She waited for a while and a familiar face appeared, "Albus, we have been attacked." The man with white beard answered, "Yes, I know, Athena. People from the Ministry informed me of the use of magic in your muggles' residence area. I assumed you know who did it?" Alana watched as her grandmother took a deep breath, "Yes. What does he want? Why is the heart important to him? Why did he come here in search of the heart?"

The man she called Albus answered, "Sadly, I too do not have the information. We have to talk to the order and ask their opinion. I suggest you take the train with your granddaughter to Hogwarts. It will be better if we talk face to face." Clarisse nodded. He knew Albus to be a wise decision maker, "Very well. I will see you there." Just like that the face disappeared together with the fire.