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A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for taking so many months to update. I know I've said it before, but I'll try to be quicker. Please review. They may inspire me to write quicker. ;-)
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The New Prophecy
Harry got up and dressed quickly. He didn't understand. It had been years since he had one of those dreams. After Sirius died, Voldemort seemed to lose interest in his nightly terrorization of Harry. What could this dream mean? What is this new prophecy? Where is the key hidden? So many questions ran through Harry's mind. Unfortunately, there weren't any answers to go with the questions. The sooner he confronted Dumbledore, the better.
As he exited his quarters, he noticed the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open. A very familiar eleven year old blonde exited through the portrait hole. 'It's three in the morning. What in the world could she be out of bed at this hour for? I think I'll follow her before I go to Dumbledore. What harm could waiting fifteen more minutes do?'
Harry then began to follow Marion at a distance. She took several secret passages that even Harry had not discovered using the Marauders map. The passages seemed to lead nowhere. 'Where could she possibly be going? Does she know that I am following her?' Harry almost called off his pursuit when he noticed that both him and Marion were standing in front of a very familiar gargoyle. Before he even realized where he was, Harry heard Marion speak.
"Lemon Drop."
With that, the gargoyle hopped to the side, and Marion began to go up the rotating staircase. Harry just stood there stunned. 'How could she have known the password? What is she doing disturbing Dumbledore at this time of night? I'm going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. No time like the present.' With that, Harry gave the password and traveled up the rotating staircase. When he reached the top, he didn't even bother knocking. Harry simply opened the door and found Professor Dumbledore and Marion involved in a very serious discussion.
"But Albus, he knows! I saw it all just a few moments ago! We must change plans! He knows!" With that, Marion broke down into sobs.
"There, there, Marion. It will be alright. Hello, Harry. How nice of you to join our little pajama party."
Dumbledore's words caused a chain reaction of events. Harry's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and he tried unsuccessfully to mutter both an explanation and an apology. Marion's head snapped to attention and she furiously attempted to wipe the tears from her face and compose herself. Finally, Dumbledore spoke.
"Come, Harry, please have a seat. I suppose I am correct in assuming that you have had another nighttime encounter with Voldemort. Please, tell me what you have seen."
"Albus, with all due respect, I believe that this should be a private talk between you and I."
"Harry, all will be revealed in a very short period of time. Please, sit down and tell me what you have awoken at such an early hour to tell me."
With that, Harry gave a deep sigh and took a seat. He then began to tell both Dumbledore and Marion in great detail what he had seen in his dream. Dumbledore never looked so serious to Harry as he did at that moment. The only other time Harry had ever seen Dumbledore with such an angry look was when he entered the impostor Professor Moody's office four years prior. Harry didn't like the look then, and he certainly didn't like the look now. Once Harry finished recounting the details of what had occurred, Dumbledore began to speak.
"Thank you, Harry, for coming to me so quickly. Hogwarts security has been breached. I need you send the signal to all the members of the order. It is imperative that all of the members arrive here immediately. All the wards that protect Hogwarts have been breached. We must revive them. This must be done immediately." Dumbledore then walked to his Phoenix, Fawkes. Gently, the headmaster awoke the beautiful creature.
"Fawkes, Hogwarts is no longer safe. I need you to alert the order immediately."
No sooner had these words been spoken when Fawkes burst into flames and was gone. The headmaster then removed his pensive from a locked cabinet. After removing a few silver threads from his temple, he sat wearily in his chair. Dumbledore then looked at the two persons sitting before him. He regarded them both with pity in his eyes.
"I had hoped that this would not be necessary until much later, but you both must know about this now. There has been a new prophecy that came to light over the summer holidays. Both of you are in this. Before I can explain further, allow me to show you."
With these words, Dumbledore poked his wand into the silvery fluid. He beckoned both persons that sat before him to give him their hands. Once they did, Dumbledore dipped all three of their hands into the silvery fluid. Immediately, Harry felt the lurching in his stomach as they all fell into Dumbledore's memory.
********They found themselves in Dumbledore's office. The Dumbledore that traveled with them beckoned his two companions to stand with him against the back wall and just watch quietly. All three of them watched with curiosity as the scene played before them.
An elderly man sits at his desk looking into what appears to be a very odd bowl. He is wearing deep midnight blue robes trimmed with silver that exactly matches the color of his waist-length hair and beard. There is a troubled expression on the man's kind face and dark circles around his bespeckled eyes. He watches as several images of events that have occurred over the past several years flash across the surface of the liquid in the bowl. As they pass, he wonders what is in store for them next. Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
"Come in, Sybil."
A very thin woman enters the room smelling strongly of the perfume that she uses within her classroom. She has very large glasses and is wearing entirely too many bracelets in addition to many layers of scarves and shawls. By the look on her face, it is obvious that something has irritated her.
"Please, sit down. What is the matter, Sybil? It looks as though you are quite troubled."
She does not take him up on his offer to sit. Instead she continues to pace the room looking more and more angry. Finally, she looks at Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore, I need to speak with you about the centaur that you hired last year," Professor Trelawny stated with obvious disgust.
"He has a name, Sybil. What is it that you wish to tell me," said Professor Dumbledore with the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. He tried his best to hide the smile that he felt coming to his lips.
"He is telling the students that Divinitation is not something that can be used to determine the immediate future. He is also telling them that humans do not properly interpret the signs. I am quite offended. It makes me look like I do not know what I am teaching. I insist that you instruct him to stop doing this! It is an outrage to all persons who possess an inner eye as strong as mine." She then slumps into one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Sybil, you should not take such an offense to this. You must remember that Firenze does not intentionally insult humans. This is what he has been taught his entire life. I will speak to him though."
"Thank you, Professor. I will then leave you to what you were doing."
Professor Trelawny began to rise from her seat, but immediately sat back down. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. Professor Dumbledore ran to her side, and knelt beside the chair. He almost summoned Madame Pomferey, when suddenly Professor Trelawny sat bolt upright and began to speak in a very deep voice:
"The final war between the Dark Lord and the Boy is almost at hand.
Both have power beyond that of any wizard in the land. Only one thing
will ensure the Dark Lord's defeat or triumph. The kin of the Dark Lord
is the key. Victory can only be obtained by the one who uses the key to
accomplish the mission. Whichever one can complete this task will be
the victor in the final battle."
Professor Dumbledore listened to the newest prophecy with bated breath. After the last word was spoken, Professor Trelawny looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression. Both of them then rose. Professor Trelawny then left the office, and Dumbledore made his way back to his desk chair.
He sat down, and began to rub the temples of his head. "I never thought that it would come to this," he thought. "I promised to keep her safe, to keep her out of this. Now I fear that I have no choice, but to tell her about her heritage. I must go to the Order and advise them of this. She must be protected. Harry must find her immediately. She is the key to his survival" With that thought, Dumbledore crossed the room to the fireplace. He threw the floo powder into the flames, stepped into them, and stated, "12 Grimmauld Place." The wizard then disappeared from the office.
Before he disappeared, a rat slithered under the door of Dumbledore's office. The elderly wizard had no time to ponder this before he disappeared in a burst of green flames.***************
At that moment, three persons were ejected from the memory back into Dumbledore's present day office. All three of them quietly looked at each other and silently decided to take their seats. Both Harry and Marion looked down at their hands and seemed lost in thought. Suddenly, Dumbledore spoke.
"That was as good of a place as any to start. Now that we know what we are up against, it is time for the two of you to know who you are and how important you are to each other."
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A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for taking so many months to update. I know I've said it before, but I'll try to be quicker. Please review. They may inspire me to write quicker. ;-)
****means a memory*****
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The New Prophecy
Harry got up and dressed quickly. He didn't understand. It had been years since he had one of those dreams. After Sirius died, Voldemort seemed to lose interest in his nightly terrorization of Harry. What could this dream mean? What is this new prophecy? Where is the key hidden? So many questions ran through Harry's mind. Unfortunately, there weren't any answers to go with the questions. The sooner he confronted Dumbledore, the better.
As he exited his quarters, he noticed the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open. A very familiar eleven year old blonde exited through the portrait hole. 'It's three in the morning. What in the world could she be out of bed at this hour for? I think I'll follow her before I go to Dumbledore. What harm could waiting fifteen more minutes do?'
Harry then began to follow Marion at a distance. She took several secret passages that even Harry had not discovered using the Marauders map. The passages seemed to lead nowhere. 'Where could she possibly be going? Does she know that I am following her?' Harry almost called off his pursuit when he noticed that both him and Marion were standing in front of a very familiar gargoyle. Before he even realized where he was, Harry heard Marion speak.
"Lemon Drop."
With that, the gargoyle hopped to the side, and Marion began to go up the rotating staircase. Harry just stood there stunned. 'How could she have known the password? What is she doing disturbing Dumbledore at this time of night? I'm going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. No time like the present.' With that, Harry gave the password and traveled up the rotating staircase. When he reached the top, he didn't even bother knocking. Harry simply opened the door and found Professor Dumbledore and Marion involved in a very serious discussion.
"But Albus, he knows! I saw it all just a few moments ago! We must change plans! He knows!" With that, Marion broke down into sobs.
"There, there, Marion. It will be alright. Hello, Harry. How nice of you to join our little pajama party."
Dumbledore's words caused a chain reaction of events. Harry's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and he tried unsuccessfully to mutter both an explanation and an apology. Marion's head snapped to attention and she furiously attempted to wipe the tears from her face and compose herself. Finally, Dumbledore spoke.
"Come, Harry, please have a seat. I suppose I am correct in assuming that you have had another nighttime encounter with Voldemort. Please, tell me what you have seen."
"Albus, with all due respect, I believe that this should be a private talk between you and I."
"Harry, all will be revealed in a very short period of time. Please, sit down and tell me what you have awoken at such an early hour to tell me."
With that, Harry gave a deep sigh and took a seat. He then began to tell both Dumbledore and Marion in great detail what he had seen in his dream. Dumbledore never looked so serious to Harry as he did at that moment. The only other time Harry had ever seen Dumbledore with such an angry look was when he entered the impostor Professor Moody's office four years prior. Harry didn't like the look then, and he certainly didn't like the look now. Once Harry finished recounting the details of what had occurred, Dumbledore began to speak.
"Thank you, Harry, for coming to me so quickly. Hogwarts security has been breached. I need you send the signal to all the members of the order. It is imperative that all of the members arrive here immediately. All the wards that protect Hogwarts have been breached. We must revive them. This must be done immediately." Dumbledore then walked to his Phoenix, Fawkes. Gently, the headmaster awoke the beautiful creature.
"Fawkes, Hogwarts is no longer safe. I need you to alert the order immediately."
No sooner had these words been spoken when Fawkes burst into flames and was gone. The headmaster then removed his pensive from a locked cabinet. After removing a few silver threads from his temple, he sat wearily in his chair. Dumbledore then looked at the two persons sitting before him. He regarded them both with pity in his eyes.
"I had hoped that this would not be necessary until much later, but you both must know about this now. There has been a new prophecy that came to light over the summer holidays. Both of you are in this. Before I can explain further, allow me to show you."
With these words, Dumbledore poked his wand into the silvery fluid. He beckoned both persons that sat before him to give him their hands. Once they did, Dumbledore dipped all three of their hands into the silvery fluid. Immediately, Harry felt the lurching in his stomach as they all fell into Dumbledore's memory.
********They found themselves in Dumbledore's office. The Dumbledore that traveled with them beckoned his two companions to stand with him against the back wall and just watch quietly. All three of them watched with curiosity as the scene played before them.
An elderly man sits at his desk looking into what appears to be a very odd bowl. He is wearing deep midnight blue robes trimmed with silver that exactly matches the color of his waist-length hair and beard. There is a troubled expression on the man's kind face and dark circles around his bespeckled eyes. He watches as several images of events that have occurred over the past several years flash across the surface of the liquid in the bowl. As they pass, he wonders what is in store for them next. Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
"Come in, Sybil."
A very thin woman enters the room smelling strongly of the perfume that she uses within her classroom. She has very large glasses and is wearing entirely too many bracelets in addition to many layers of scarves and shawls. By the look on her face, it is obvious that something has irritated her.
"Please, sit down. What is the matter, Sybil? It looks as though you are quite troubled."
She does not take him up on his offer to sit. Instead she continues to pace the room looking more and more angry. Finally, she looks at Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore, I need to speak with you about the centaur that you hired last year," Professor Trelawny stated with obvious disgust.
"He has a name, Sybil. What is it that you wish to tell me," said Professor Dumbledore with the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. He tried his best to hide the smile that he felt coming to his lips.
"He is telling the students that Divinitation is not something that can be used to determine the immediate future. He is also telling them that humans do not properly interpret the signs. I am quite offended. It makes me look like I do not know what I am teaching. I insist that you instruct him to stop doing this! It is an outrage to all persons who possess an inner eye as strong as mine." She then slumps into one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Sybil, you should not take such an offense to this. You must remember that Firenze does not intentionally insult humans. This is what he has been taught his entire life. I will speak to him though."
"Thank you, Professor. I will then leave you to what you were doing."
Professor Trelawny began to rise from her seat, but immediately sat back down. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. Professor Dumbledore ran to her side, and knelt beside the chair. He almost summoned Madame Pomferey, when suddenly Professor Trelawny sat bolt upright and began to speak in a very deep voice:
"The final war between the Dark Lord and the Boy is almost at hand.
Both have power beyond that of any wizard in the land. Only one thing
will ensure the Dark Lord's defeat or triumph. The kin of the Dark Lord
is the key. Victory can only be obtained by the one who uses the key to
accomplish the mission. Whichever one can complete this task will be
the victor in the final battle."
Professor Dumbledore listened to the newest prophecy with bated breath. After the last word was spoken, Professor Trelawny looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression. Both of them then rose. Professor Trelawny then left the office, and Dumbledore made his way back to his desk chair.
He sat down, and began to rub the temples of his head. "I never thought that it would come to this," he thought. "I promised to keep her safe, to keep her out of this. Now I fear that I have no choice, but to tell her about her heritage. I must go to the Order and advise them of this. She must be protected. Harry must find her immediately. She is the key to his survival" With that thought, Dumbledore crossed the room to the fireplace. He threw the floo powder into the flames, stepped into them, and stated, "12 Grimmauld Place." The wizard then disappeared from the office.
Before he disappeared, a rat slithered under the door of Dumbledore's office. The elderly wizard had no time to ponder this before he disappeared in a burst of green flames.***************
At that moment, three persons were ejected from the memory back into Dumbledore's present day office. All three of them quietly looked at each other and silently decided to take their seats. Both Harry and Marion looked down at their hands and seemed lost in thought. Suddenly, Dumbledore spoke.
"That was as good of a place as any to start. Now that we know what we are up against, it is time for the two of you to know who you are and how important you are to each other."
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