Hey everyone! Thanks for reading my story. I'd really appreciate if you'd
R/R! Thanks again! Um, just a coulple things you should know. First of all,
I made some adjustments to the last bits of Order of the Phoenix (the
prophecy) just because they fit better and I plan to alternate the POV
between Harry, Ron, and Hermione. :)
Chapter 1: Harry's Prophecy
Ron and Hermione gaped at Harry, their mouths and eyes wide open. "Prophecy?" asked Hermione in a small voice, sinking back into her seat.
Harry ran a distracted hand through his hair and wondered how to explain this to his friends. "This is the simplified version. Well, it was Trelawney who spoke the prophecy. Basically, the only person who can conquer Voldemort was born at the end of July and whose parents had defeated him on three different occasions. I'm that person. Originally, it was thought to be one of two boys--the other was Neville--"
"Neville!" Ron exclaimed, his eyebrows arched.
Harry held up a hand to stop his friends from jumping in. "Hold on, let me finish. Trelawney said that the boy who could defeat Voldemort would be marked as his equal. I was." He lifted up a flap of dark hair on his forehad, exposing his lightening bolt-shaped scar. "There's more. Apparently, I have, like, an extra power. Something he doesn't. My ability to be human is that power, it appears...my power is the thing that drove me to save...try to save...Sirius." Harry looked down at his hands, determined to carry on. "The last bit of the prophecy...well, someone will be lost. It didn't say who. It just said that this person would be brave beyond all standards and finally show his true strength. The person would be lost in the battle against evil in order to protect those he loves.Only, then will Voldemort be defeated." He exhaled before saying quietly, "Someone will die. Me."
Ron glanced at Harry, before returning to examining the carpet rather carefully, his face white as snow.
"Harry...", Hermione began, with a doubtful expression, "I know you're feeling upset and angry about...", she hesitated, glancing cautiously at Harry, "...about Sirius, but Harry, Trelawney is fraud. We know that. We've known that for years. That woman has not got an ounce of sense in her. I mean, honestly, Harry, how many times has she predicted your horrific death...about 5 times a year!"
As Hermione finished, Harry shook his head furiously."No, no it's not like that this time. Trelawney may be a bit...bizzarre but someone believes her."
"Other than you, Harry!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Trelawney actually prophecized something that people believe?", Ron jumped in for the first time, hardly comprehending what he heard.
Harry stood up and leaned on the fireplace mantle. "Listen, Dumbledore...yes, Dumbledore", he repeated, seeing his two friends exchange surprised looks, "believed Trelawney. He was there. He was interviewing her for the Hogwart's position," Harry paused thoughtfully, staring intently into the orange-red flames of the Gryffindor common room fire. Then he said softly, "It will happen. It will. I just wish I knew when and where."
Hermione sighed, reaching to put a hand on her friend's shoulder. For once, she was at a loss for words to comfort and assure him with. Ironically, it was Ron who spoke first. "Harry, mate, even if this is true and there's a possibility that in order to defeat V---V-Volde..., well, you know, and don't...make it through this, we're here. We're not going to let you do this alone! I mean, we've always helped one another out, right? Well, ok, so you've done most of the brave bits..."
"Clearly! One word: spiders!" Hermione whispered, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Ron shot her a disgruntled look and Harry couldn't help but smile, remembering the time when he and a hysterical Ron had gone to see Aragog. "Yeah, well I remember a certain chess game, first year...which I won and we were able to move closer to getting the philosopher's stone..."
"Which, if my memory serves me correctly, Harry kept the philosopher's stone from falling into Voldemort's hands!" interjected Hermione firmly, her eyes twinkling.
Ron jumped from his seat on the deep red, plush velvet armchair and Hermione also stood up, looking ready to battle. "Hermione, do you think that just for once, you could maybe keep that big, loud mouth of yours closed and let me speak!"
"Maybe if you had something intelligent, or remotely true to say. Consider it a favour, Ron! I'm saving your breath," she retorted hotly.
Harry's eyes ran back forth, trying to keep up with the pace of his friends' increasingly angry insults. The constant bickering that usually annoyed him, he now found reassuring. After all, he could always count on Ron and Hermione when he needed them the most.
"...it astounds me that you've gotten this far! You almost never open a book! For a while, I even doubted that you could read!"
Ron's face was now beet red and veins were popping from his neck. "Right, well, at least I've got outside interests! I don't hide in my books! I. Have. A. Life."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! A life that's full of mindless--"
"Hey! Guys!" Harry yelled. "People are trying to sleep upstairs!"
"Well, that's where I'm going! No wait, maybe I'll go to the library since all I like to do is read!" Hermione spun on her heel and after noticeably "ignoring" Ron, headed up the stairs.
Ron turned to Harry, throwing his hands into the air. "That one's batty, I tell ya! Completely off her rocker. She's always got to put her nosy little two-sense in when NO ONE asked for it. I don't know why she's always got to argue with me. She never argues with you, mate! And I can bloody read, for Christ's sake...", Ron trailed off.
"Let's call it a night, ok?" said Harry, trying not to laugh at Ron's grumblings.
They trudged up the stairs and for the first time that night, Harry felt exhausted. As he undressed in the shadows, dark thoughts invaded his mind. Images of a dying Sirius spun in his mind, mixed with Dumbledore's words of the prophecy. He breathed deeply, trying to clear his mind and think only simple, positive thoughts in order to sleep peacefully. But how could he ever be peaceful, knowing someday, maybe soon, he would make the ultimate sacrifice with his life in order to keep Ron, Hermione, the rest of the Weasley's, Lupin, and everyone else he cared about safe?
"I play Quidditch; I am an accomplished chess player, if i do say so myself; I read...occasionally, but certainly not if there are better things to do with my time. Read for fun! HA!" Ron muttered quietly in the dark, fumbling with his sheets.
Harry smiled into his pillow, thankful once again for his loyal, if not slightly odd, friends.
Chapter 1: Harry's Prophecy
Ron and Hermione gaped at Harry, their mouths and eyes wide open. "Prophecy?" asked Hermione in a small voice, sinking back into her seat.
Harry ran a distracted hand through his hair and wondered how to explain this to his friends. "This is the simplified version. Well, it was Trelawney who spoke the prophecy. Basically, the only person who can conquer Voldemort was born at the end of July and whose parents had defeated him on three different occasions. I'm that person. Originally, it was thought to be one of two boys--the other was Neville--"
"Neville!" Ron exclaimed, his eyebrows arched.
Harry held up a hand to stop his friends from jumping in. "Hold on, let me finish. Trelawney said that the boy who could defeat Voldemort would be marked as his equal. I was." He lifted up a flap of dark hair on his forehad, exposing his lightening bolt-shaped scar. "There's more. Apparently, I have, like, an extra power. Something he doesn't. My ability to be human is that power, it appears...my power is the thing that drove me to save...try to save...Sirius." Harry looked down at his hands, determined to carry on. "The last bit of the prophecy...well, someone will be lost. It didn't say who. It just said that this person would be brave beyond all standards and finally show his true strength. The person would be lost in the battle against evil in order to protect those he loves.Only, then will Voldemort be defeated." He exhaled before saying quietly, "Someone will die. Me."
Ron glanced at Harry, before returning to examining the carpet rather carefully, his face white as snow.
"Harry...", Hermione began, with a doubtful expression, "I know you're feeling upset and angry about...", she hesitated, glancing cautiously at Harry, "...about Sirius, but Harry, Trelawney is fraud. We know that. We've known that for years. That woman has not got an ounce of sense in her. I mean, honestly, Harry, how many times has she predicted your horrific death...about 5 times a year!"
As Hermione finished, Harry shook his head furiously."No, no it's not like that this time. Trelawney may be a bit...bizzarre but someone believes her."
"Other than you, Harry!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Trelawney actually prophecized something that people believe?", Ron jumped in for the first time, hardly comprehending what he heard.
Harry stood up and leaned on the fireplace mantle. "Listen, Dumbledore...yes, Dumbledore", he repeated, seeing his two friends exchange surprised looks, "believed Trelawney. He was there. He was interviewing her for the Hogwart's position," Harry paused thoughtfully, staring intently into the orange-red flames of the Gryffindor common room fire. Then he said softly, "It will happen. It will. I just wish I knew when and where."
Hermione sighed, reaching to put a hand on her friend's shoulder. For once, she was at a loss for words to comfort and assure him with. Ironically, it was Ron who spoke first. "Harry, mate, even if this is true and there's a possibility that in order to defeat V---V-Volde..., well, you know, and don't...make it through this, we're here. We're not going to let you do this alone! I mean, we've always helped one another out, right? Well, ok, so you've done most of the brave bits..."
"Clearly! One word: spiders!" Hermione whispered, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Ron shot her a disgruntled look and Harry couldn't help but smile, remembering the time when he and a hysterical Ron had gone to see Aragog. "Yeah, well I remember a certain chess game, first year...which I won and we were able to move closer to getting the philosopher's stone..."
"Which, if my memory serves me correctly, Harry kept the philosopher's stone from falling into Voldemort's hands!" interjected Hermione firmly, her eyes twinkling.
Ron jumped from his seat on the deep red, plush velvet armchair and Hermione also stood up, looking ready to battle. "Hermione, do you think that just for once, you could maybe keep that big, loud mouth of yours closed and let me speak!"
"Maybe if you had something intelligent, or remotely true to say. Consider it a favour, Ron! I'm saving your breath," she retorted hotly.
Harry's eyes ran back forth, trying to keep up with the pace of his friends' increasingly angry insults. The constant bickering that usually annoyed him, he now found reassuring. After all, he could always count on Ron and Hermione when he needed them the most.
"...it astounds me that you've gotten this far! You almost never open a book! For a while, I even doubted that you could read!"
Ron's face was now beet red and veins were popping from his neck. "Right, well, at least I've got outside interests! I don't hide in my books! I. Have. A. Life."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! A life that's full of mindless--"
"Hey! Guys!" Harry yelled. "People are trying to sleep upstairs!"
"Well, that's where I'm going! No wait, maybe I'll go to the library since all I like to do is read!" Hermione spun on her heel and after noticeably "ignoring" Ron, headed up the stairs.
Ron turned to Harry, throwing his hands into the air. "That one's batty, I tell ya! Completely off her rocker. She's always got to put her nosy little two-sense in when NO ONE asked for it. I don't know why she's always got to argue with me. She never argues with you, mate! And I can bloody read, for Christ's sake...", Ron trailed off.
"Let's call it a night, ok?" said Harry, trying not to laugh at Ron's grumblings.
They trudged up the stairs and for the first time that night, Harry felt exhausted. As he undressed in the shadows, dark thoughts invaded his mind. Images of a dying Sirius spun in his mind, mixed with Dumbledore's words of the prophecy. He breathed deeply, trying to clear his mind and think only simple, positive thoughts in order to sleep peacefully. But how could he ever be peaceful, knowing someday, maybe soon, he would make the ultimate sacrifice with his life in order to keep Ron, Hermione, the rest of the Weasley's, Lupin, and everyone else he cared about safe?
"I play Quidditch; I am an accomplished chess player, if i do say so myself; I read...occasionally, but certainly not if there are better things to do with my time. Read for fun! HA!" Ron muttered quietly in the dark, fumbling with his sheets.
Harry smiled into his pillow, thankful once again for his loyal, if not slightly odd, friends.