A/N: I'd like to mention:

Wadeki : Thanks! He can't go back because, well, it would be too sad. Someday, he will, but he couldn't live alone! He's only fifteen after all! But, thanks!

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Now, Here's the story!

Chapter Seven: Three Prophecys, Snape's hidden feelings (not slash) and Normalcy.

The castle was dark, and it reeked of evil. Harry knew that Voldemort was there. In the middle of the room was a large chair with a thin, white figure sitting there. A Death Eater walked in and bowed to Voldemort, kissing his robes.

" Master, I come with. news."

" Good or bad, Wormtail?"

" Well, b-bad." Voldemort gave him a stare that made the rat shiver.

" And what is this bad news?"

" You see, Harry Potter has escaped from the Dursleys' house. I don't know where he is."

" Fool! How could you have let this happen? Lucky for you, I have an idea that he is at Hogwarts. Now that his birthday has passed, no doubt he has his powers again. And that old fool Dumbledore should have told him of the Order of the Phoenix."

" Master."

" SILENCE! Now, you are to find the Potter boy, and bring him to me. Also, intercept his mail. How is the business with the new Death Eater?"

" Wonderful. He and his father agree to have him join."

" Good. And is the attack on the Hogwarts express organized?"

" Yes, Master. It is all set. Three of us will go and stop the train, kill the students, and find Potter if we haven't yet."

" Excellent. How about the attack of Azkaban?"

" That is planned too. We will break in to Azkaban in three days, take the Dementors, and kill all who are not Death Eaters."

" Wonderful. And Wormtail, one more thing. This is the punishment for not keeping a closer eye on Potter. Crucio!" Wormtail's screams and Voldemort's laugh was the last thing Harry heard.

" Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Did you have a dream?"

" No, a nightmare." Harry said vaguely, sitting up and rubbing his scar. It was bursting with pain. Thick blood seeped from it. As he lowered his hand to look at the blood, he realized that the blood was gold. " Wa-What? Phoebe, get Dumbledore quickly." The phoenix flew off faster than he had ever seen a bird fly. Harry stood there, and tried to remember his dream. Then, he felt magic around him. He realized that Phoebe had cast a spell that aloud him to remember all of his dream. He mentally reminded himself to thank her.

Sirius and Dumbledore ran in, Phoebe flew beside them. " Harry, what is it? Phoebe looked like she wanted me to follow." He then noticed Harry lying on the floor, clutching his scar.

" Did you have a dream?"

" Y-Yes" Harry said shakily. He felt very tired, like he had gone through the Crucio curse too. " Thanks, Phoebe." She flew over to his scar and almost began to cry. " No, Phoebe, not yet. Dumbledore has to see." She nodded and flew to his shoulder.

" I had a dream where I was in Voldemort's castle. Wormtail was there. He told Voldemort that he I escaped, and then Voldemort said that he thought I was a Hogwarts, and something about he Order of the Phoenix. Wormtail was told to intercept my mail. Then they started talking of a new Death Eater, and somehow I know that it's Draco Malfoy. Oh, and there's going to be an attack on the Hogwarts Express. Three of them will kill all of the students and take me. And they are going to break in to Azkaban in three days.

When I woke up, my scar was hurting a lot. I put my hand on it. IT was bleeding, only the blood was gold, not crimson. Why? And what is the Order of the Phoenix?"

Dumbledore looked astonished at all of this information. "First thing's first. We must plan for the attacks on the Hogwarts Express and on Azkaban. I suggest that we station many Aurors at Azkaban, and have students Floo here. All except the students who's parents are Death Eaters. And we must not forget the attack on September 21st. Now, about you golden blood. Let me see that." Dumbledore took a scoop of golden blood from Harry's scar. He fingered it gently. " Can you grab me a bit to put in a cup? That's good. Now, I am sorry, Harry, but I am going to have to collect more blood, to see if it is only gold in your scar. Where do you want me to do it?" Harry pointed to his arm, the one that had not been pierced with a dagger last June. Dumbledore took a small pin that he conjured and brought it to Harry's skin. It only hurt a little when Dumbledore created a small wound. Instantly, golden blood seeped out. " Amazing!" Dumbledore muttered.

" Professor, what does this mean?"

" This can mean many things. I am not sure exactly what yet." The three stood in silence for a while. Then,

" Professor? Why do I have gold blood?"

" Most likely because of your new powers, your heritage, and your Animagi form. Phoenixes also have golden blood."

" How about we go down to lun-" Sirius started

" No. Professor, what is the Order of the Phoenix?"

Dumbledore smiled sadly. " Ah, I knew you would ask. The Order is a group of people that fight against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. We haven't met ever since." There was more uncomfortable silence.

" Who is in the Order of the Phoenix?"

" It consists of Professors Snape, Lupin, Hagrid, McGonagall, myself, and Sirius. No one knows about what happens in the Order, not even Fudge. Tell no one, Harry. I am considering making you a member as well. Would you like that?"

Harry was amazed. " Of course!"

" We have a meeting in four days at 8pm. in the Great Hall. Please attend. Sirius, Moony, and I will be there. Oh, and bring Phoebe with you. Now, what about your scar?"

Harry nodded. That was indeed the next question he was going to ask.

" I suggest you visit Poppy. Sirius, please escort him there. I will visit you later." Harry nodded, and Dumbledore went to his office, no doubt to deliver some owls.

" May I come too?" Phoebe asked.

" Ok." Harry said. Sirius pulled Harry off of the floor, but nearly dropped him. Harry was shaking madly with out something to hold on to.

" Maybe I should just change into a phoenix."

" NO! It is dangerous to change into your animagus form when hurt or bleeding. Sometimes, you can bleed even more. Hold on to me." Harry used Sirius for support, and left for the hospital wing with a worried glance from phoebe. She flew around them, keeping them in check. She told Harry that when the see someone good is hurt, they are supposed to keep them in check until help arrives. Harry thanked her, and asked if she could teach him how to act like a phoenix. If he pretended to me on instead of an Animagi, then he could fool Voldemort if he needed to.

When Harry collapsed on a bed in the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey rushed over. "Not you again!" She muttered before taking out a potion to heal his head.

" Had another dream with your scar hurting? Typical." she assumed without looking

" No, Madam Pomfrey, actually. see for your self." She took a glance at his head and froze.

" You. your. your blood is gold. but."

" Is there anything that you can do to stop the bleeding?"

" Well, I do have a potion, but it's for normal people with normal blood." She said, clearly annoyed with him. This was the last straw for Harry. He had been holding this in since June 24th, and he had to let it out. Every day he thought about it, and he wondered what it would be like to not be special. Right now, Harry could feel steam come out his ears.

" Are you saying I'm not NORMAL? Of course I'm not NORMAL, I'm the bloody boy who lived! I can never be normal! My life is already planned, I'm supposed to be some one special who has to defeat Voldemort, and I'll never be normal. Even at school, I'm not NORMAL. In my first year, I had to get over the shock that I was a wizard, the keep Voldemort from finding the stone. In my second year, I had to cope with the fact that everyone in the school thought I was attacking students because I could speak Parseltoung, and one of my best friends was petrified. In my third year, I had to live with the fact that an old family friend turned traitor, a supposedly escaped murderer on the loose, and I let Voldemort's servant live, who eventually brought his master back to power, WHICH IS ALL MY FAULT! But I haven't even mentioned my FOURTH year, when I was mysteriously entered into a tournament by a Death Eater, one of my best friends was jealous of me, I had to face BLOODY DRAGONS, rescue a friend from a lake, and then, if you please, enter a maze that will change my life forever!"

"Because in the maze was none other than that Death Eater who planted everything I need near me! He put imperio on Krum and tried to kill C-C- CEDRIC! But, I saved Cedric, and then we both reached the cup at the same time. He told me to take it, because I helped him, but I told him that he helped me too. He asked what to do. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID? I TOLD HIM TO TAKE IT WITH ME!"

By now, Harry was screaming and sobbing uncontrollably, and other teachers had come to see what was the matter, hearing his screaming across the castle.

" I PRACTULLY KILLED HIM! I SENT HIM TO HIS DEATH! IF I HADN'T BEEN SO NOBLE AND STUPID." he took a few deep breaths. "And then, Voldemort killed him, and I did nothing. I could have blocked the curse! Then, I would be dead so Voldemort couldn't have my blood to use to come back, and Cedric would be alive.." Harry buried his face in his hands for a second. Then he spoke again.

" But, that didn't happen, because I'm not normal. I'M NOT A NORMAL PERSON. I'M THE BOY WHO LIVED, WHO HAS NO PARENTS, NO PURPOSE IN LIFE EXCEPT TO KILL THIS DARK WIZARD SO THAT THE MAGICAL WORLD CAN REJOICE AND THEN GO BACK TO THEIR UNCOMPLICATED LIVES, NOT CARING ABOUT HARRY POTTER ANYMORE. HE HAS NO USE, JUST AS LONG AS HE DEFEATS VOLDEMORT.

All I've wanted ever since I was. 4, maybe.? .was to have a normal life. then it was without the Dursleys, but now, I wish there was no Voldemort. Every thing we do in this world of magic these days comes down to him and me. Everything. And now, my friends and. almost family. are in danger just because they know me! I'm NOT NORMAL because I know that I have to fight Voldemort in many battles, I'm NOT NORMAL because I know I will have to see many of my friends die, and I'm NOT NORMAL because I know that there will be one final battle that will change the world."

By now, all of the teachers were standing by his bed, astonished and stunned, but most of all guilty. They could never imagine what this fifteen- year-old boy had to live through. And everyone, including Dumbledore at times, expected him to defeat you-know-who. It was just their natural reaction. The moment he walked in that door five years ago, and put on that Hat, they all were thinking the same thing: here is the boy who is going to change the world and defeat the dark lord.

"The fate of the earth rests on my every move. AND HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL? NO ONE EVER CARES! THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO DEFEAT HIM! WHAT IF I CAN'T? Then everyone will just shun me, unlike all of the others that have tried but couldn't, and I'll. I'll. I DON'T KNOW! I haven't even thought about what I am going to do with my life after school, because I seriously doubt that I will survive! I have no future! The fates already have my life planned out for me, written plainly on parchment. IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE TO BE SPECIAL! I DO NOT WANT TO BE SPECIAL!" He started to calm down.

"All I have ever wanted, wished for, dreamed of, was a normal life, with normal people, normal skills, normal surprises, and most of all."

Harry really didn't want to add this last bit in front of all of his teachers, but he felt he had to. He whispered, but everyone could still hear.

" . have parents like every other normal kid. But I can have none of those, because I'm the boy who lived." The last parts had all come out in whispers. And with that, Harry finally voiced the thoughts and feelings that he had felt ever since he was young. The thoughts and feelings that had been building up inside every year, and last June was the final straw, unless you count what Madame Pomfrey had said. She, obviously, had said the wrong thing.

Feeling a little better now that he had said all that, he looked quickly at all of the teachers, who were all staring at him guiltily (including Snape and Dumbledore), and promptly passed out.

** Harry felt woozier than he ever had in his life, even including when he was in the graveyard. He opened his sleepy eyes, and saw the unfocused face of Dumbledore staring at him, as well as McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and a few other teachers. Sirius, Harry noticed, was sitting in a chair in the corner, looking very gloomy.

" Wh-what. what happened?"

Dumbledore studied him. " You don't remember?"

Harry looked at all the teachers. They had looks of sympathy and pity on their faces. Harry hated nothing more than pity (except Voldemort and Death Eaters and Dementors and. never mind. Let's say that he hated a lot of things, and pity was one of them). Realization dawned on his face. When he saw their expressions, he remembered exactly what he said. He frowned.

" Professor, I'm sorry. Madame Pomfrey, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just ."

" No apology needed, Harry. We should be apologizing to you. You were absolutely right." Dumbledore said. Harry could tell that even he didn't know exactly what to say.

" Harry, we're all very sorry. We never really realized what it would be like to live your life. You're only 15, and you don't expect to live to be 18? The whole Wizarding world owes you an apology. And so much more." Then, Dumbledore sat down on Harry's bed and hugged him. Sirius got up and joined them. Soon, all of the teachers except Snape were giving Harry a bear hug. Harry was flinching slightly .

" Harry," Sirius frowned. " When was the last time you have ever remember being hugged?"

" Only once. Mrs. Weasley hugged me on the train home last summer." Harry noticed there were tears in the eyes of every teacher present including Snape, which gave him a shock. Snape caught his eye. Snape had an expression on his face that Harry had never seen him wear. He looked. ashamed? The others noticed Harry and Snape staring at each other.

" Severus." Dumbledore prompted.

He considered everyone for a moment, then sat down on Harry's bed, and hugged him. Harry, once he got over the shock, patted his teacher on the back awkwardly. When Snape finally pulled back, he said,

" I guess. I always assumed that you loved the attention. That you got it everywhere. That you had a perfect life, always a hero to the Wizarding world. I thought that you had no worries, just the fame that you adored, and . I guess. I was.. well,"

" Spit it out, Snape!" Sirius said, but Harry gave him a look that plainly said, give him a minute.

" . All right, jealous. Both you and your dad, I thought, loved the fame that you both got. But I was wrong. I have hated your father for the fame, and for saving my life. I thought I hated you, for similar reasons. You too, Harry, have saved my life, in a way. You see, Voldemort was planning to kill me on November 1st, 1981. If you hadn't stopped him, I would be dead. And that made my hatred for the Potter family grow."

Harry was astonished and frozen as Snape told his story to Harry. Dumbledore was standing by the bed, looking as if he had been waiting for years for Snape to finally say this. The other teachers had the same reaction as Harry.

" But, when you came to school, I grew even more jealous when students and teachers gave you more attention. I remember telling you on the first lesson that fame isn't everything. That was jealousy speaking. But now, when you have just said that all you ever wanted to be is normal, I. I just don't know." Harry heard Snape talking to Harry, only not aloud, but in his head, through thoughts. Harry vaguely remembered Dumbledore telling him this was another power he got, and Snape must have known.

Harry, I don't feel envious at all anymore. No one knows what you have been through, and most of all. you haven't had . parents to talk to. I. I want you to know that.

.

.

. I'm. s-s-Sorry. I apologize for all that I have done to make your life miserable.

Harry knew that anyone would be stunned to hear Snape apologize, but for some reason, he was not. He knew in his heart all along that Snape was just a human being, like everyone else, and he had feelings too. Perhaps Harry realized this before anyone else in the school because he could relate somewhat to that. Harry was only human, although others though him to be some kind of hero.

Harry thought to him, apology accepted. I too have been. not so respectable. to you. Snape looked at Harry, clearly surprised and confused.

Really? Harry nodded. Only then did Snape seem to realize that the teachers were watching him oddly. He put his smirk back on, gave a wink that only Harry could see, and grunted. " What?" He asked, almost daring someone to answer.

" Well, Harry, now that you've gotten that all out, I feel that I need to talk to you. From what you've said, I can tell that you feel guilty over Voldemort's rising and Cedric's death." Harry flinched at the name of his former friend. He could feel Dumbledore's eyes seeing right through him, and knew it would be pointless to say no. Instead, he said nothing.

" Harry, I know how you must feel. When ever someone died, I would get an awful guilty feeling, thought I knew it was not my fault."

" But it was my fault!" Harry inturrepted. " If I had let Sirius and Lupin kill Pettigrew, and if I had just taken the Cup by myself."

" . then Cedric would be alive, but angry with you for not sharing the glory, you might not have had the determination to battle Voldemort, you would have sent another person to their death, even though they deserved it, and Sirius and Lupin would have gone to Azkaban. Plus, Fred and George Weasley would not have a joke shop."

" How did you.?"

Dumbledore did not answer. He only smiled. "It is our choices that make us who were are. You have made the wisest choices I have ever seen. Not many would share the glory of the tournament, or let their parent's murderer live. Imagine what would have happened if you hadn't done those things."

" Maybe, but if I hadn't done those things, I would be less like a hero. I don't want to be a hero."

" I know, Harry. But I'm afraid that you cannot help. You are the true description of hero, Harry, though you may not like it. Courage, Bravery, Determination, Loyalty toward Friends."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. He wished that he were not a hero. Why can't Ron be a hero instead? He would enjoy it much more.

" Harry, I want you to know that I am tremendously proud of you. We all are." McGonagall said, with a meaningful look at Snape. Coming from her, this was high praise to Harry.

Most of the teachers came and hugged him once again, with the exceptions of Snape, and Trelawney. Then all, but those two and Dumbledore left.

Dumbledore leaned in to Harry's ear and whispered, " Harry, you are by far the greatest student I have seen, not to mention the most like Godric Gryffindor himself. Remember that I am very proud of you." Dumbledore said. He then left the Hospital Wing.

Trelawney was next. She reached out to touch his hand (" I See that many more troubling things will come your way!") When she touched his skin, she gasped, and her eyes rolled back in her head, as if in a trance. Harry recognized her as reciting another true prophecy. Only this time, it was an old one that she could sense inside him.

"ONE DAY SOON, THE DARK ONE WILL COME LOOKING FOR THE LIGHT BECAUSE OF A TRAITOROUS FRIEND. THE STAG AND FLOWER WILL DIE, BUT THE CHILD OF LIGHT WILL LIVE ON. THE CHILD WILL WAIT MANY YEARS BEFORE HE IS BROUGHT BACK INTO THE MAGICAL WORLD, AND THROUGHOUT HIS SCHOOLING, HE WILL DEFEAT DARK SEVERAL TIMES, EVEN BECOME FORCED TO BRING THE DARK ONE BACK TO POWER. AFTER MANY YEARS OF BATTLE, THE CHILD OF LIGHT WILL DEFEAT THE DARK ONE AND THE DARK ONE WILL BE GONE FOREVER. LIGHT WILL ALWAYS TRIUMPH OVER DARK IN THE END!"

After reciting this, she came back. Snape and Sirius were staring at her oddly, but Harry knew what she was saying.

" You-your first prophecy! I didn't know you were a Seer!" The Professor shouted.

" Neither did I, until my birthday. Please don't tell anyone, Professor."

" Of course." She agreed, and then left.

Snape was last. He came over to Harry, gave Sirius a look that said, go away, and then whispered:

" Harry, I still feel bad for treating you badly. I promice to lay off in classes, but we both still have a reputation."

Harry smiled. " I understand, professor."

Snape sighed. " Good. I'll lay off, but I'll never forget the pink Boxered incident. You can play pranks on me, as long as I can play pranks on you. Fair?"

Harry grinned. " Fair."

" And, when we're alone, or at least not in class, call me Severus, ok?"

" Er. ok." Harry still felt a little weird hearing Severus and McGonagall call him Harry, let alone call Severus by his name.

" Could. could you do one thing for me, though?"

" What's that?"

" Who was that other owl with you?"

" Well, I'm not sure he wants me to tell you, but I'll tell you this : it wasn't a student."

Snape raised his eyebrows, and then looked worried. " Oh." He laughed, and left. Sirius watched him suspiciously as he walked through the door.

" Harry, I'll always be here if you need to talk to me. If I'm away from the castle, owl me with anything. I know you're under pressure. James used to feel the same way sometimes too, because of the prophe-uh, oh. Never mind." Sirius said quickly, but he had already said too much.

" What Prophecy? Tell me, Sirius!"

He sighed, and then said, " Ok, but don't tell your friends or anyone. Your mother used to be a Half-Seer."

" What's that?"

" It means she can See half of a prophecy. Most of the time that was a bad thing, and we would have to guess what the rest was, but once it was good. In her seventh year she prophesized . I remember the words exactly:

One of the four is a traitor. He will betray the stag and the flower and make all four lives miserable. The betrayed will have a child. The child will revenge his parent's deaths by defeating dark many times. The stag will be important in the death, because he will aid the child of light and become famous. The stag is the one who must make a decision, which the fate of the earth rests upon. The child of light will also have to make an even bigger decision. During the final battle, the spirit of the stag will aid the child of light by.

And that was half. What the other half was, we all guessed, but could never figure out. I have a feeling that it is crucial, though. And James was stressed all the time over the decision that he had to make. From then on, he would always consider what ever he did for a while until he was sure he made the right choice, just in case it was The Decision. We never found out what choice it was, but I assume right now that he did it right. But we know that the first half of the prophecy was right. I only wish I knew the second."

But Harry had suddenly gone ridged. He felt his eyes watch his brain. He felt in a daze, and remembered from somewhere a little more of his mother's prediction.

" DURING THE FINAL BATTLE, THE SPIRIT OF THE STAG WILL AID THE CHILD OF LIGHT BY BANISHING DARKNESS. THE CHILD WILL DIE, BUT IF HE MAKES THE RIGHT CHOICE, HE WILL LIVE AGAIN." Harry felt very dizzy, and fell back onto his bed, unconscious.

" Harry! Harry! Are you alright?" Harry heard his godfather calling him, from what seemed like a distance. He opened his eyes, and his mind went blank.

" What? I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Sirius looked puzzled, then realization dawned on him.

" Harry, tell me the last thing you remember." He said confidently.

Harry stretched his brain, thinking. " Well, you were telling me that my mum made a half prophecy. and that my father was worried. That's all I remember. Why?"

" You just predicted your own death!"

"Excuse me?" Sirius looked serious. " Harry, do you remember lily's prophecy? Well, you just added to it. You finished the sentence that she left unfinished: the stag will aid the child of light by banishing the darkness. The child will die, but if he makes the right choice, he will live again."

" Anything more? What choice?"

" You stopped there. I hope you do make the right choice. Harry, I'm going to tell Dumbledore. Stay here and get rest. It's been a really long day!"

Harry almost laughed. You could say that. He thought.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore and Sirius rushed into the hospital wing.

" Harry, Sirius tells me you just finished a little of Lily's prophecy, and predicted your own death."

Harry nodded. He really just wanted to sleep right now.

" Harry, I know you're tired, but please try something for me. First, clear your mind. Think of nothing. Pretend you're unconscious. With your powers, you can make yourself."

Harry thought of nothing. He pressured his head to go unconscious. It worked. He could hear Dumbledore, but thought of nothing.

" Harry Potter. We must know. What did you say in the prophecy?"

Harry repeated what he had said with out thinking of anything. He was in a sort of trance. He spoke with a droned voice.

" Do you remember anything more?"

Harry stretched his mind again, but couldn't think of anything. " No." He said simply.

Dumbledore took out his wand and woke Harry up. " Sirius, did you ask him to remember anything else?"

Sirius looked at his feet ashamed. " Erm. no."

" Did you ever know to ask when lily did that?"

" No. Why?"

" Because, after someone has a prophecy, but while they're still in a trance, you must ask them these exact questions, exactly like I say:. Etro Perspectivo! Do you remember anything more? What did they look like? How do you know?

Remember to ask those questions, exactly like I said them, and say the spell, Etro Perspectivo. It should get them to tell details of what they just said, and they will explain most of it, as most prophecies are vague, using other names for people or places. I will write this all down for you. Harry, please tell Hermione and Ron to say the same for you. You are regularly going to have prophecies now, mostly in your sleep. If you dream them, it is even better, because you will be able to see the details and remember it."

" Professor, when will I be able to tell when I'm having a scar dream or a prophecy? Won't my scar still hurt if it's about Voldemort?"

" Well, most of your dreams are going to be Death Eater meetings, while the prophecies will be of events, not just meetings. But, yes your scar will still hurt. For a prophecy, though, you will feel very dizzy after it, and you will feel nothing, unlike a dream. Regardless of what it is, please come see me when you have one."

" Of course, Sir." Dumbledore and Sirius left, and Harry fell asleep.