Albus Dumbledore was pacing in his office. His long gray hair and mauve robes were swishing about every time he turned.
He may be considered the greatest wizard of the age, but even he had doubts about his plan. Would the Dursleys go too far in toughening up the young child? It was a very likely possibility, but that and the blood wards around the house were his only hope.
Voldemort would certainly return, he couldn't be sure when, but he knew it would happen.
"Excuse me."
Curse that blasted prophecy! It left his hands completely tied! It would be so much easier if there were more who could defeat Voldemort, even if it was just one more.
"Excuse me, Albus?"
Maybe he could also set up good allies for young Harry? The Weasleys would be good; Pure-blood, but not pretentious, and powerful, but not cockey.
"Albus, if you'd please," a voice shook him out of his thoughts. Sybil Trelawney, a frazzled young witch who recently earned her position as the Divination Professor at Hogwarts through the very prophecy he was trifling with, was staring at him and holding her head.
"Yes, Sybil?" Dumbledore asked.
"You told me to come to you if I ever had another headache, like I had during my interview. This one's worse."
Dumbledore gently led Trelawney over to an armchair he just conjured.
"Yes, thank you," Dumbledore said. "I'm afraid we can't do anything but wait for it to pass."
"Then why did you want me to come to you?" Trelawney asked as she sat down.
"I wanted to hear the result," Dumbledore said, not that Trelawney would remember. Her hand dropped away from her temple, and an almost violet glow came from her eyes.
"A second with the power to defeat the Dark Lord is revealed," she said in an unnaturally raspy voice. "Heart devoted to make him their's upon hearing of the First's greatness." Dumbledore supposed 'the First' refered to young Harry. "One will sacrifice themself for the other. A second with the power to destroy the Dark Lord is revealed."
Trelawney slumped into the chair, almost lifeless. A moment later she sat bolt upright and seemed a bit dazed.
"I'm not sure what you did Albus, but I feel much better." She said, her voice back to what passed as normal for her. "Like a weight that had been waiting to be lifted of my mind has finally been so."
"You're welcome, Sybil," Dumbledore said distractedly. "I'd be happy to do so again if the need ever arises."
Trelawney left the room.
Dumbledore returned to his pacing, only this time, new worries filled his mind.
How could he possibly figure out who the Second Chosen was?