Chapter 12: The One Who Sees Beyond
"Why don't we go to my office to talk," Dumbledore said in his grave voice. Harry nodded and
followed, worried about what he was going to hear. He couldn't be in trouble already, said a
little voice inside of him. He had a sudden realization - Dumbledore's attitude was so formal - 
maybe someone had died! One of the Order members maybe? The situation seemed so serious that 
Harry dreaded finding out what Dumbledore had to tell him. They reached the spiral staircase.

"Twizzlers," said Dumbledore solemly, leading the way up the steps. Once inside the office, Harry
sank into a well-padded armchair. Dumbledore sat quietly behind his desk. He sighed. "Harry, as
you know, there was something that I would not tell you after the last Order meeting. I told you
that it was secret and that you could not yet know. Now, it is time for me to tell you, for you
must understand the gravity of this situation." Dumbledore paused, looking Harry in the eye. 
He gulped, but nodded back to Dumbledore, who continued. "Your prophesy is not the only one that
pertains to Voldemort's downfall; in fact, there are several. As this will be a major turning 
point in history, many authentic Seers have claimed to have prophesies about this event. However,
very few have to do with individual people. Yours did, Harry. So did Adele Fleur's."

Harry shifted in the chair. Another prophesy about Voldemort's downfall? And who was this 
person? The name sounded a bit familiar but he couldn't place it. Dumbledore continued.

"Adele was a student here at Hogwarts many years ago. During her seventh year, when Voldemort had
come into the open and identified himself to the wizarding community, she received a prophesy
from a Seer in London. He told her about the strong impact that Voldemort would have on our world.
He also told her that, before Voldemort could meet his downfall, she must die." The words rung in 
Harry's ears. She must die?? At least with his prophesy, he had a 50/50 chance of survival, but
for the world to even have that chance, she had to die?? Harry stared at Dumbledore, his mouth
hanging open soundlessly. He was so confused. Dumbledore sensed this, and tried to explain.

"Harry, prophesies are very subjective. Who knows when or if it will even come true? The only 
reason that this has become worrisome is that the Seer who forewarned her of Voldemort's return
was right. He has been correct in many other prophesies. I see no reason why this one will also
come true." Harry stared at him stupidly for a moment.

"But... she has to die? I don't get it. Why does she have anything to do with Voldemort?" Dumbledore
sighed. 

"She has a special gift, Harry, one that makes her very valuable to Voldemort. And yes, she will
die. However, she will not die until the time is right; she must die defending the one who will
bring Voldemort's downfall." Now Harry was even MORE confused! 

"What... how... can I hear this prophesy?" he asked, still trying to understand. Dumbledore nodded
and strode over to his cabinet, pulling out a smaller version of his Pensieve. 

"I decided to get this one a few months before the Death Eater attack. Now, I am glad that I did."
he told Harry, placing it on the table in front of him. "These are not my memories, but the memories
of others; memories that would be beneficial to the Order's cause. Some individuals, such as Ms. Fleur,
have been kind enough to donate them in order to help." Stirring his wand in the small basin, a smoky
figure arose: a man with dark skin and piercing brown eyes, his head shaved and a solitary gold chain
hanging from his neck. His deep booming voice rang out across the room.

A great wizard will rise from poverty, with powers beyond all others His time in our earthly world will be twice He may be vanquished, but only by one; Before he can die, the death of the one who Sees beyond must occur. She will fall protecting the one who will vanquish the Dark Lord...
The figure sank slowly back into the basin. Harry stared in amazement. "What... what does all that mean?" he asked. Dumbledore placed the basin back inside his cabinet. "Well, the Dark Lord will rise twice, that has already occured. You are still the only one who can kill him, but Ms. Fleur must die first. She will die trying to protect you." "But... I don't even know her! How can someone I've never met die protecting me??" This was just getting more and more confusing! "You will meet her, Harry. You must, as the prophesy dictates. Fate will bring you two together." Harry sat in the armchair, thinking hard. "What does it mean by 'the one who Sees beyond'?" he asked. Dumbledore looked at him, eyes twinking a bit. "That is Adele Fleur's most precious gift: the ability to see those who have passed into the afterlife. She is an Anteawenan." *********************************** Adele Fleur awoke breathing rapidly, gasping for air and pulling herself up off the cold cement floor. She had had the nightmare again; the memory of her family being killed by Death Eaters still ran through her head... She shook herself, trying to rid her mind of the thought. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a strange place, and suddenly the events of the night before flooded back to her. Peter Pettigrew... in her apartment... he had seemed nervous, she had offered him some tea... then he had Stunned her... she didn't remember much after that. She looked at her surroundings: a dark, cold cement room without windows, and some condensation forming on the walls. She recoiled from the floor in horror, it was wet and dirty and smelled horrible. How could I have fallen asleep in a place like this? she thought to herself, coming to the conclusion that after whatever Peter did to her, he put a sleeping spell on her. Why would he do that?? she thought to herself, but then the answer hit her like ice, deep inside her stomach. He was a traitor. She had known there was a spy inside the Order before her family's death... it must have been Peter. Mentally, she kicked herself for leaving the wizarding world and having no contact with anyone. How could I be so stupid?? she thought. I haven't even used my powers in 15 years... I don't know who is dead or alive and I'm too afraid to find out... She sighed to herself. She had gotten herself into this mess, and she would have to be the one to get out. She was really beginning to wish that Dumbledore had provided some information about the 15 years she had missed when she had seen him last week; at least then she might have known Peter was the traitor! Now, she felt confused and stupid. What else don't I know, she thought bitterly to herself. The sound of muffled footsteps reached her ears, and she sat up straight. She groaned inwardly. What now?? The heavy iron door creaked open. A man, this time not Peter, someone else she didn't recognize, entered. He nodded his head slightly at her. "The Dark Lord will see you now," he said, his voice low and dangerous. She rose slowly from the floor, realizing she had no defense against this man or Voldemort. Silently, she followed him, limping slightly from her night spent sleeping on the cement floor. They entered a dark room, lit only by a few torches on the walls, with an intimidatingly high ceiling. A blast of cold air hit Adele as she entered, taking her breath away. At the end of the room, she saw a high-backed chair with the most powerful wizard ever sitting in it. His red eyes lit up and his thin mouth twisted into a mocking smile as he watched Adele walk towards him. "And so, we meet again," he said menacingly, his voice soft. He spoke to the man beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you MacNair. You are dismissed." Bowing low and mumbling a thank you, the man backed out of the room quickly. "Why have you brought me here?" Adele asked boldly, her voice loud and unwavering. Voldemort laughed quietly, an evil and cold laugh. "You know why. You are part of Potter's prophesy. Did you really believe that I would allow you to enter back into the wizarding world, join the Order, and die protecting that little brat so that he could come and try to kill me? Of course not." He chuckled, his laughter still cold. His eyes looked into hers. "I can see that you are confused. I know that muggle-loving fool Dumbledore has not told you everything; too often, to try to save people pain, he simply hides the truth from them. I, on the other hand, have never tried to save pain from anyone. Pain makes you who you are. Without pain," he whispered, pointing his wand at her, "how can you ever grow stronger?" Adele began to shake; she was so frightened. However, she still stood tall, looking him in the eye, refusing to show any signs of weakness. Voldemort laughed again, quietly. "You are still the same silly little girl you were 15 years ago. Crucio!" he cried, as she fell to the floor screaming. ************************