The Drawing Of Three

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In ancient legend, there was a prophecy that all the people knew. Magical or non, all knew

of the Chosen. Many false claims of the symptoms were used by the elders in hopes that thier child would be the next. Raoul was a French man, magical, whom knew that in the years to come...The Chosen would be few, and those of Salazar would be deadly.

All feared what he said. He also said that Gryffindor's heir would be more powerful than any hopes of the Slytherin. Two Thousand years later, the Prophecy has been destroyed. Yet the one who heard it, and the ones who can defy it, are indeed alive. Neither are well, yet one is prevailing. Shortly, one will die.

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The Chosen Three

Albus Dumbledore glared at his sneakoscope. Not only had it went off twice in the last twenty minutes of his meeting with the Weasley's. For once, he was actually considering letting Harry out away from the Dursley's, but something in his gut (Which usually had a funny way of being right) kept him back. Mrs. Weasley was looking more and more concerned about Harry's living conditions, while the others said they merely wanted Harry back.

"Dumbledore...I don't know what to say. He's been stuck in Surrey his whole life and..." Molly let her sentence drift off, and her husband, Arthur, picked up. "If he were to die, wouldn't you want his last year or day to be the best it could be?" Dumbledore looked at him icily, suddenly defensive. "He won't die, Arthur. In fact..." Dumbledore shook his head, not wanting to be rude.

"I think the best thing to do, would be keep him here." Bill said from the window. "Why is that?" Dumbledore asked him calmly (smiling, of course). "Well...It seems to me that the only place Harry's really been happy is...well, Hogwarts."

Molly and Arthur both looked startled at such a suggestion. Tonks and Lupin both stood up. "Exactly what I've been saying," Tonks said happily. Lupin caught her before she tripped and nodded his reply. "If we're all here...and Harry's...willing, then I think we have a solution.

Dumbledore didn't speak or move. They simply didn't understand. His and Harry's bond had been broken, if you'd call it that, and...he wasn't sure yet whether it'd be stronger when it came back. That is to say...if it does.

The others seem to sense the tension. "Um...We'll just leave, shall we?" Bill and Molly proceeded to get Fred and George and the others out. Arthur looked up at Dumbledore sincerely. "I meant what I said. If the...the thing is true...The battle inside him could tear him to shreds...I just..." Dumbledore sighed.

"You may go. I shall be in contact with you very soon." Dumbledore said quietly. Arthur did not move. "What about Harry?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Yes indeed...What is it about Harry..."