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A/n- I am very sorry for my lack of updates. I was swamped with midterms, and I came down with some type of virus (don't know how to pronounce it, much less spell it). So without further ado, here's the next chapter.
The Prediction
Harry quietly lay in bed waiting for madam Pomfrey to return with professor Dumbledore. He wasn't able to think much the entire time, being that his head and leg injuries were starting to hurt him more severely.
Although he was worried about the fact that madam Pomfrey couldn't heal his unknown injuries, he was quite confident that professor Dumbledore would be able to help him, and find out the cause of these injuries as well.
It had not even been five minutes since madam Pomfrey left, when professor Dumbledore entered the room. "Are you alright Harry?" was the first thing he said as soon as he saw Harry.
"My head, and leg hurt, but other than that I'm doing pretty good," Harry replied.
"Sit up," Dumbledore said gently as he walked towards Harry's bed. Harry did, as Dumbledore knelt down to see how Harry's leg was. "Do you know how this happened?" He asked, as he closely examined it.
Harry shook his head and said, "No, I just woke up and realized that I was bleeding from my head, and when I tried to get out of bed, I realized that my leg was bleeding too."
Dumbledore just nodded and continued looking at Harry's leg. "I can still walk on it as long as I don't put too much weight on it, so I don't think my leg is broken." Harry added, when he saw a worried look in Dumbledore's eyes.
Dumbledore just nodded, stood up and walked around Harry to examine his head. Both he and Harry stayed silent while he examined his head, both obviously not knowing what to say; Harry out of worry, and Dumbledore out of bafflement. After about a minute of examining Harry, Dumbledore took out his wand and tried to heal Harry with a spell. After he saw that it didn't work, he tried another one, and when that didn't work, he tried a different one. After about seven unsuccessful attempts at healing Harry, Dumbledore put away his wand, and took out a small jar that was filled with clear looking water.
Harry turned around, wondering what Dumbledore was doing and noticed him opening the jar. "Um, professor?" Harry started.
"Yes?" Dumbledore said as he turned his attention back towards Harry.
"What is that stuff?" Harry asked.
"These," Dumbledore said, holding the jar right in front of Harry's face. "Are phoenix tears."
Harry's eyes widened a bit when he heard this.
"As you already know, phoenix tears have the power to heal almost all injuries. I always make sure to keep some in my office for emergencies."
Harry just nodded.
"But do not worry, I did not do anything terrible to fawkes in order to make him cry." Fawkes was Dumbledore's pet phoenix, who coincidently gave the tales feathers to make both Harry's and Voldemort's wands. "He usually cries every time he is reborn, and when he does I collect some of his tears. Aside from healing powers, phoenix tears are used in many powerful potions like vacilarias."
Harry just nodded again.
"Do you know what that is Harry?" Dumbledore asked, sounding more like a teacher asking a question, than a person trying to explain something.
Harry nodded again and said, "Yeah. It's a potion that can increase the body's production of stem cells."
"Very good, I see that professor Snape is doing a good job."
Harry didn't say anything, he just rolled his eyes and turned his head back, which made Dumbledore chuckled a bit. "Ok," Dumbledore said. "I'm going to try these on your head first."
"Ok," Harry said, as he waited for Dumbledore to start the treatment. After about a minute after Dumbledore started to rub the tears on the back of Harry's head, Harry felt the pain in his head get weaker.
"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked.
"It still hurts a little," Harry responded.
"Well, at least the wound is gone," Dumbledore stated as he walked around and knelt by Harry's leg again. He applied the same treatment to Harry's leg as he did to his head, and after about half a minute Harry saw that his leg was starting to heal, although some of the pain was still there.
"This is the best I could do," Dumbledore sighed, as stood up once again.
"Thank you, it feels a lot better." Harry said.
Dumbledore didn't answer right away; he just sat next to Harry, and said, "Can you recall anything that could've done this to you?"
Harry just shook his head.
Dumbledore just sighed again.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, getting a little more worried with his situation. "Do you think that this has anything to do with my scar?"
"It very well might," Dumbledore nodded. "Not much is known about your scar, and I have never seen an injury that not even phoenix tears couldn't heal completely."
Harry just looked down at the floor. Obviously Dumbledore could see right through him when he said that he was okay.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, making Harry look up. "I am going to go now. Do you think that you can make it to your classes today?"
Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I'm fine, really."
"Good," Dumbledore said, as he got up and headed towards the door. "I will tell professor McGonagall to postpone your remaining detentions for the time being. Stay here for the remainder of the night. Once morning comes, you can return to your tower."
"Ok," Harry said as he lay back down.
With that Dumbledore left the room, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
'None of this makes any sense,' Harry thought to himself. 'First I find some kind of magic book full of dangerous dark magic, then a unicorn asks me for my help on something so important that he would give up his special gift on a human, and now I have some kind of unknown injuries that can't be healed by any type of magical medicine, except for phoenix tears. All these things have got to be connected somehow. But the question is how?' Harry turned over to his side and sighed. 'I better not tell Ron or Hermione about this, or they'll have even more to worry about. And they have enough on their plates, especially Hermione.' He rolled on his back once again as his thoughts drifted to her. 'She was so worried about me. She really is a great friend. I just hope that Dumbledore can figure this out. Then he'll be able to solve all these problems that we have now. Then things can go back to normal between all of us.'
Harry stayed up for the rest of the night with similar thoughts in his head.
It was very early in the morning that Harry decided to head back to Gryffindor tower in order to get dressed and leave for breakfast. He thought that because of his leg was still in pain that he would have a harder time getting from one place to another in time, so he decided to have breakfast early. At least that way he wouldn't be late for his first class.
When he entered his room he saw that no one had awakened yet, so he quietly showered, dressed and left for breakfast on his own.
When he arrived at the great hall he saw that only one other person was there, and that person happened to be a Gryffindor that he never seen before. He walked closer towards the person and realized that it was Olivea.
As soon as she saw him, she smiled and said, "Hi."
Harry responded and sat at as plate beside her.
"Today will officially be my first day of school!" Olivea exclaimed, before Harry could say anything. "I can't wait!"
"But what are you doing here?" Harry asked, as he poured some porridge into his bowl. "I thought you go to school in America?"
"I did," She casually. "But my dad was transferred to Alaska, so I can't see him anymore. Hermione did tell you the story with my mom and dad, didn't she?"
Harry nodded.
"Since there are no wizarding schools in Alaska, my mom thought that there was no reason for me to go back to America. So she talked with professor Dumbledore, explained my situation to him, and he let me into school."
"But couldn't you go to school in America, and have your father fly or apparate to see you on weekends? If he really wanted to see you then I'm sure he would do it, right?"
"Well…er…" Olivea stuttered, seemingly getting a little nervous.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "Is it something that I shouldn't know about?"
"Okay," Olivea finally said. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, ok?"
Harry nodded and said, "Ok."
"My mother is a full witch, but my father is a…" She seemed to hesitate for a moment.
"A muggle?" Harry said.
"A squib," Olivea corrected. "That was one of the reasons my parents got a divorce in the first place. At first my mom said she didn't mind, but after being married for a while, it sort of started to sink in."
"Oh, sorry," Harry said in a low voice.
Olivea just shook her head and told him not to worry about it. "They had other problems besides that. And I got to spend four years with him, and I'll be visiting him during the winter break so, everything's all right."
"So tell me," Harry said, trying to change the subject. "How did you get into Gryffindor?"
"Professor Dumbledore used the sorting hat on me during the summer."
"I see."
"You know, I'm not the only transfer student here," Olivea said, surprising Harry a little. "There are others here that you just didn't notice."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I met two fourth years in Ravenclaw and one second year in Hufflepuff."
"I guess it's because I was raised in the muggle world all my life that I've become oblivious of the obvious things in the wizarding world. Up until last year I didn't even know that there were other schools besides Hogwarts. I guess I learn something new every year," He said, while finally taking his first spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
Olivea just smiled and continued eating her porridge.
"So what are you doing here so early?" Harry asked.
"I thought I'd look around before going to class. Besides it's going to take a while before I get to know this place, I have to get up early or I'll be late for my first class. That and I couldn't sleep. I mean this is my first official day of school."
"I thought that school started two days ago?"
"For you yes, but I still had some things to work out with the teachers and the headmaster. S.I.T. is different than Hogwarts, as far as classes go, so I had to talk to each teacher separately in order to find out what I lack. It took longer than expected because the teachers are getting things ready for the wizard's duel."
Harry just nodded again.
"By the way, are you entering the duel?" Olivea asked.
"I don't think so. Are you?"
"Definitely!" Olivea said with excitement in her voice. "I can't wait to try out my skills against other wizards. Plus that O.W.L. is appealing too. Why aren't you entering?"
"Because I want to stay out of the spotlight for once. If I enter, everyone will once again start treating me different. They'll think that I'm only doing it in order to show off. I worked hard for the last four years to try to get everyone to treat my like a normal person."
"And did it work?" Olivea said shrewdly.
"No." Harry said shortly.
"Harry, people are going to think whatever they want about you. Whether you enter or not, will not change their opinion of you. If they think you're a showoff then they'll say that the reason you're not entering is because you think you're too good for them, that they're not enough of a challenge for you; or because you're afraid of getting your over-inflated head popped, if you lose.
"Hermione told me what happened last year when you were forced into the Triwizard tournament. Everyone started being mean to you for no reason at all. But the truth is that they were all just jealous. And they were using the tournament thing as an excuse to let out their anger on you."
"What's there to be jealous of?" Harry said in a low voice. "A stupid scar."
"Well, you know that they say: 'the grass is always greener on the other side'. Hermione and I on the other hand see that there is a whole other side to you. Behind the scar, so to say."
Harry didn't say anything; he just sat there and continued eating.
"One thing that Hermione really admires about you is that you don't let this whole you-know-who thing go to your head, while almost anyone else would."
"So what's your first class?" Harry asked desperately trying to change the subject.
"Divination. After that it's charms, intermediate arithmancy, care of magical creatures, defense against the dark arts, and astronomy at night. Basically I have the same classes as you, except for arithmancy of course."
"Actually, we have all the same classes," Harry corrected.
"Really, but Hermione never told me you took arithmancy with her?"
"I didn't," Harry said shortly.
"Then this is your first year?"
Harry nodded.
"And you're taking the intermediate course?"
Harry nodded again.
Olivea just sighed and said, "good luck".
"Is it really that hard?" Harry asked.
"Not if you understand the basic formula. Because everything you learn originates from that. If you want, I could help you out."
"Actually professor McGonagall already assigned Hermione as my tutor."
"Well that's good, I'm sure she knows it better than anyone."
"That's the idea."
"Well," Olivea said, checking her watch. "I have to go, there are still some parts of the castle that I have yet to see." With that she got up and headed towards the great hall door. "See you later!" she said as she left.
Harry quickly finished his porridge, and headed off towards the divination class.
It was much more difficult for him to get there this time because of the pain in his right leg forced him to limp up the stairs of the tower.
When he entered the divinations classroom, he noticed that the whole room was very dimly lit. It was almost impossible to see the tables in the room, so Harry tried to feel them out in the darkness. He didn't understand why, but for some reason this felt very familiar to him. As soon as he found a table, he sat down in the chair next to it, and began to wait for the rest of the class to come it.
As he sat there, his thoughts once again drifted towards some of the things that happened to him this year so far. This time his thoughts were mainly on his injuries, and the look that Dumbledore had on his face earlier that morning. 'Something very big is going to happen,' he thought to himself. 'I just hope that whatever it is Dumbledore can handle it.'
"IT WILL HAPPEN VERY SOON!" An unknown voice said.
Harry quickly pulled out his wand and yelled, "Lumos!" A light shined at the tip of his wand and revealed a woman with giant glasses sitting very rigidly in a chair. It was professor Trelawny, and she was obviously having one of her rare real predictions. The only other time she had one was when she predicted Voldemort's return in Harry's third year.
"WHEN THE FOOLS COMBINE WITH THE DARKNESS AND LIGHT, THE BEGINNING OF THE END SHALL BEGIN!" Immediately after she finished that line, her body lost its rigidity, and she almost keeled over. She had to catch the armrests of her chair to keep herself from falling out of it.
Harry just sat there looking at her strangely, not saying anything.
She slowly came to, and looked over to where Harry was sitting. "Hello, my dear," she said. "You came I bit early, didn't you."
"Professor," Harry started. "Do you remember anything that you just said now?"
Professor Trelawny just looked at Harry strangely, and said; "I didn't say anything just now. I just woke up. At first I was just resting my eyes, but I must have dozed off for a bit."
Harry immediately knew that this was definitely one of her real predictions, and that this was definitely one of the things that Dumbledore should know about. "Uh, professor," Harry started. "I just realized that I have to see professor Dumbledore about something extremely important. May I be excused?"
"But my dear, class hasn't even started, and today we are going to learn how top read the stars," professor Trelawny said.
"This is very important," Harry said, while getting up and heading down the trap door, without even listening for professor Trelawny's response. "Nox. I'll be back soon!" he called.
Harry walked as fast as he could towards Dumbledore's office, and considering the fact that his leg was still hurting him, this was no easy task. "Mars bar!" Harry yelled as soon as he reached the stone gargoyle. Immediately the Gargoyle sprang to life and moved out of the way, while the wall behind it opened up to reveal a spiral staircase. Harry went up the staircase and into Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was there, sitting behind his desk writing something down on a piece of parchment when Harry came into his office.
"Professor," Harry said in an exasperated voice.
Dumbledore looked up, and said, "What is it?" in the type of voice that made it seem like he was expecting Harry.
Harry walked up to the desk, sat down on the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, and said, "Remember, when you told me to report anything unusual to you right away?"
Dumbledore nodded and said, "Has your scar been hurting you?"
"No," Harry said while shaking his head. "I was just in Professor Trelawny's classroom, and she had another real prediction."
"Go on," Dumbledore said, as he readjusted him self to the edge of his seat.
"She said something about when fools find the darkness and light, the end shall begin or something. I can't remember too well."
"It's ok Harry. Just relax." Dumbledore said as he took out his wand and tapped Harry's forehead with it. He then immediately shot some kind of light into the cupboard behind Harry. Harry understood what Dumbledore had done. He took Harry's memory and saved it in a magical object called the Pensieve. "Now let's take a look at what happened. This way will be a lot easier and more precise than by having you try and explain it to me."
Harry and Dumbledore both stood up and headed towards the pensieve in the cupboard. Dumbledore opened the cupboard, and both he and Harry looked inside. Slowly the silver liquid started swirling around in a circle, and an image of darkness appeared inside of it. As soon as the picture was complete the liquid stopped swirling, and became calm again. "IT WILL HAPPEN VERY SOON!" Professor Trelawny's voice yelled out of the pensieve. "Lumos!" Harry's voice yelled out, and the light of Harry's wand revealed both Harry and professor Trelawny there. "WHEN THE FOOLS COMBINE WITH THE DARKNESS AND LIGHT, THE BEGINNING OF THE END SHALL BEGIN!" Then as it showed professor Trelawny keel over, the memory started fading and was soon replace by the silver liquid once again.
Harry looked at Dumbledore, who motioned Harry to follow him to his desk.
Harry followed him and once again sat down in the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.
Dumbledore once again sat down behind his desk and sighed for a second. "Looks like we're going to have to accelerate our plans" he said under his breath.
"Sorry?" Harry said.
"Harry," Dumbledore said in a very serious voice. "Are you sure that that was everything that professor Trelawny said. That there wasn't anything else that might have slipped your mind."
Harry nodded. "What does this mean?" He asked.
Dumbledore just shook his head, and said, "I don't know."
Harry just lowered his head and sighed. Ever since he first came to Hogwarts he was used to Dumbledore always solving all of his problems for him. It wasn't until the end of Harry's fourth year that Harry truly realized that Dumbledore might not have all the answers for him.
"Divination," Dumbledore started. "Is the most imprecise brand of magic. Although it seems that she is having a true prediction, we don't have the means to figure out what her words mean."
"What do you mean professor?" Harry asked.
"She said, 'the beginning of the end', but she never said of what. Maybe she meant the beginning of the end of the world. On the other hand she could've meant the beginning of the end of Lord Voldemort's reign. It could mean the beginning of the end of anything, from the life of a tiny bumblebee, to the lives of all living creatures. It is still too early to decipher what she had said."
Harry nodded. He knew that Dumbledore was just saying that to ease Harry's worry, but for some reason, Harry felt like he was safe to believe in what Dumbledore had said. After all, to Harry Dumbledore was like a Grandfather who you could always trust. "Ok," Harry said.
"I think that we should keep this between us as well," Dumbledore said. "There is no need to start a panic, not until we know more about this.
"Now I suggest that you head back to class."
"Thank you," Harry said as he got up and headed towards the door.
"Harry," Dumbledore called after him. Harry stopped at the door and looked back at Dumbledore. "How are your injuries?" he asked.
"Much better, I don't feel any pain at all," Harry lied.
"That's good," Dumbledore said, with a smile forming at his lips. "Well, go on now." With that Harry left for his divination class.
A few moments after Harry left, the smile on Dumbledore's face turned into a huge frown. Dumbledore sighed and buried his face in his hands. "Heavenly father," Dumbledore said in a weak voice. "Please forgive me for what I am about to do."
A/n-It happened again. This chapter ran long again. So I had to postpone the chapter that I was going to write again. What is it now like 4 chapters, I've postponed that one chapter. Oh well, read and review.
