Harry Potter and the Third Prophecy by AnonymousBystander

Another chapter! Thanks to everybody who reviewed! A lookout - very soon I will be starting a (probably) novel-length sixth year fic (separate from this), so keep your eyes peeled. I don't know the name yet though, but I'll report it as soon as I think of it.

Bakachan - thanks for the head's up.I changed it.

Lillie-chan - I'm afraid it'll take a little while, but it'll happen. I promise.but there is some hinting in this chapter.

Asiha - will do!

Summary: What would happen if Harry lost at his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.

Chapter Three - The Goings-on in Dumbledore's Office

The trip back to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, was completely silent. Nobody spoke as they left they left the station, nor while they waited in the car. Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody kept glancing at each other nervously, as did Sirius and Remus. Mundungus, though, seemed to be in a world of his own (this was not a good thing, as his driving was often erratic, causing large objects to have to jump out of the way of the car).

At one point, Sirius tried to talk to him. "Harry," his said, but Remus put his hand quickly onto Sirius' shoulder and gave him a warning glance that clearly said "not now". Harry watched with mild interest as Remus' hand slid down Sirius' arm and rested in his hand, though the other two seemed not to notice Harry's curiosity.

Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling up in front of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. When they entered, Harry was surprised to see a light on in the kitchen, and two figures silhouetted against the fire burning in the high stone fireplace on the opposite side of the room. The first, Harry recognized instantly, was none other than Albus Dumbledore, tall and proud; to his astonishment, sitting across from him, sipping tea, was Mr. Ollivander of Ollivander's Wands.

Harry was quite surprised to see the latter, and looked up at Dumbledore for an answer, but the second he looked up, Dumbledore's head turned away towards the fire. Mr. Ollivander stood up and approached Harry.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," he said in that cool, clear voice of his, "do you still have the remains of your wand?"

Harry instantly produced them from his pocket. He carried the two halves of wood around with him wherever he went, even though they were completely useless

Without so much of a word of explanation, Mr. Ollivander took the two ruined pieces of wand and examined them minutely for a good ten minutes, checking each end, looking at the wood, the break. Eventually, he turned to Dumbledore and nodded slowly. Dumbledore withdrew his wand and waved it in the air, muttering '/suspensus dolthad/'. There was a flash of silver light, and then, just moments later, there was a flash of fire and Fawkes the phoenix appeared in midair.

To Harry's further astonishment, Dumbledore then waved his wand again, and one long, crimson and gold feather fell from Fawkes' beautiful plumage.

"/Accio feather/," said Mr. Ollivander the moment the feather had dropped lightly onto the table. The feather zoomed from the table into Mr. Ollivander's outstretched hand, but before it touched his flesh, he muttered "/suspensus pretego/," and a small shield blossomed around the feather so it hovered just inches above Mr. Ollivander's flesh.

Mr. Ollivander then smiled, and leaned down very close to Harry. "Did you know, Mr. Potter, that when a Pheonix' tail feather has been plucked for making a wand, it cannot touch human flesh or the magic will be ruined?"

And with that, he disapparated, leaving an utterly confused Harry standing in the middle of the kitchen.

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Harry moved down to sit on the bottom step of the staircase as Sirius and Remus went to converse with Dumbledore and as Mad-Eye and Tonks disapparated. Moments later, Sirius and Remus approached Harry, who wondered vaguely why they always seemed to move together.

"Harry," said Remus, bending down low to be face to face with Harry, as though he was a child, "Mr. Ollivander is going to make you a new wand. Professor Dumbledore thinks that it's best that you'll be able to defend yourself should-" he threw a glance at Sirius, "should anything happen."

Harry nodded mutely and went upstairs to his room. Once again, he felt another pang of emotion. "HOW could they let this happen?!" he shouted.

"You're talking to yourself again, Potter," said that sly voice from the blank portrait on the wall. Harry watched in astonishment as a man walked in from the side.

"I'm Phineas Nigellus, Mr. Potter," said the portrait. Harry remembered something Sirius had said about the least popular headmaster Hogwarts had ever had. "And I have something I'd like to show you."

"Why?" said Harry quickly, instantly suspicious.

"Because you're the godson of my great-great-great-great-grandson. We're family." There was a sly grin on his face. "Almost.

"Anyway, Mr. Potter, this is a little trick I learned, being a portrait in Albus Dumbledore's office for nearly three centuries."

There was a loud, shrill whistle, much like a teakettle boiling. Suddenly, Phineas Nigellus and his black background vanished, to be replaced by a very odd scene. Harry supposed that he was seeing what Phineas would have seen from his portrait in Dumbledore's office. But it was the occupants of the room that most surprised Harry.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting with his back to the portrait, and the person sitting across from him was unmistakably Draco Malfoy.

Harry gasped and moved forward towards the portrait, but he heard Phineas whisper, "Shh! They can hear you; this is pretty much an open window, even solid objects can go through. However, they can't see you because I'm on their side."

Draco Malfoy suddenly jerked his head in Harry's direction, as though he'd heard Phineas' whisper, but Phineas said loudly, "Yes, I was just saying that I agree with Mr. Malfoy, headmaster," in his loud, sly voice.

The two occupants of Dumbledore's office returned to their conversation. Harry might have felt guilty for eavesdropping, but his was far too interested to mind.

".are you sure you want to go through with this, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore was saying.

"Yes," said Malfoy firmly.

"And what exactly made you change your mind, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mysteriously.

"Well, sir," began Malfoy, obviously uncomfortable, "it really hit me when Harry was expelled."

Harry started. Malfoy had just referred to him as 'Harry'. Harry recovered relatively quickly to hear the rest of D-Malfoy's reply.

".I've known for a long time that I didn't want to follow my father's footsteps; I want to be my own master. But until Harry got expelled, I didn't want to do anything about it; now, though, I can see the deficiencies of the Ministry, and I feel that I must do something."

Dumbledore took a long time to answer. "Very well, Mr. Malfoy. You will continue your plans to be initiated into Voldemort's service-" Malfoy jumped, but Dumbledore pretended not to notice - "and you will report to me about the goings-on there. Do you understand?"

Malfoy nodded once. Dumbledore stood up, and Malfoy followed suit.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you-"

Suddenly, the painting went black, and Harry could neither hear nor see the meeting in the office.

"I think you've seen just about enough, Mr. Potter," said Phineas Nigellus' sly voice as he sidled back into the painting.

"He's lying!" Harry yelled instantly.

Phineas Nigellus smiled at him. "Mr. Potter, you are misinformed as to a great many things. You think you're always right, you idiot! Albus Dumbledore is a great wizard and a very powerful legilimens -" at Harry's confused expression, he added, "Potter, a legilimens is somebody who can read thoughts. Dumbledore would have known if Malfoy had been lying! I shouldn't be so quick to assume things next time."

Harry sank onto his bed. A week earlier, he wouldn't have trusted Malfoy for an instant, but something in Harry's head made him pause before immediately dismissing Malfoy as an ally. Firstly, Dumbledore had trusted him, and secondly, Malfoy had been quite lenient with him at Diagon alley. Why hadn't Malfoy told Crabbe and Goyle to pound him? Had Malfoy been planning this for a while, and had not wanted to harm his future ally?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Sirius. He entered clutching a large parchment envelope.

"Harry, this owl just arrived," he said, throwing him the envelope, and exited.

Harry looked at the envelope. In green, loopy writing, the address said

/Harry Potter The Second-Floor Bedroom 12, Grimmauld Place London/

He opened it quickly and read:

/Dear Mr. Potter,

The decision made by senior members of the Order of the Pheonix regarding your induction into the order has been rethought by me, the head of the order. Your initiation will be held September 14, a fortnight from today. For this reason, your wand is being rebuilt. It will be returned to you as soon as it is completed.

Furthermore, you will be receiving special lessons to try to bring you to speed with your contemporaries here at Hogwarts. The lessons will be given to you primarily by Sirius, your godfather, but also by other senior members of the Order, including Remus Lupin and Molly Weasley, if they are available.

I will see you on the fourteenth. Yours cordially,

Albus Dumbledore/

This made Harry supremely happy.

AN /Whattd'ya think? I know Harry's gonna start lessons in the next chapter, but I'm not sure whether I'm going to put his initiation in that chapter or the next.please let me know what you think!