Note from Nikki

Hey, look at this. I've updated after only one week. . .can you believe it?! Amazing, isn't it? Thanks to everyone who has stayed with me. You are all wonderful!

To the Reviewers

NkittyHawk: Thanks for reading this rubbish. I don't even know why you stick with this story when all of yours surpass mine by A LOT. Thanks for reading tho! I love hearing from you. hugz

Mojo: I guess it might be in the way you look at it. I saw it as he found out what happened and only gave half of the prophecy before being killed by being thrown off the building. And you saw it as only hearing half of it before being thrown out. It could be both ways! I like your way better, now that I think of it. Except when Trelawney goes in a trance, I don't think she'd pause long enough to let Dumbledore kick the dude out. Hmm! Interesting! Anyway, thanks so much for the review! Luv ya hunni!

HiddenFlame42: squeak I know, Dumbledore was out of character and it moved too fast. I'm sorry! Thanks for the review though. Luv ya!

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Dorcas did exactly as Dumbledore had instructed her and summoned an immediate Order meeting. She called upon her friends to rouse everyone else because, by this time, night had set in. It took a while to contact everyone but eventually everyone arrived at midnight.

As soon as the last person had taken their seat, Dumbledore quickly appeared. He looked very grave indeed and the familiar twinkle that usually shone in his eyes had gone out.

"We have had some very relevant information told to us," Dumbledore began quietly. "And there is no doubt who this information may apply to."

Silence followed this statement and everyone looked at one another with their eyebrows slightly raised. No one, aside from Dorcas, knew that a prophecy had been told.

"A prophecy has been given to me," Dumbledore began. "And I believe that it is true and accurate. I will not speak the prophecy word for word but simply tell you what it is. This prophecy spoke of a person who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord."

Mutters suddenly broke out and excited hisses filled the conference room. Everyone looked at one another with a light that suddenly seemed to shine in their once hopeless faces. Someone to conquer Him. Someone to destroy the Darkness once and for all!

"Please," Dumbledore said, raising his hands for silence. Silence was immediately given to him and the voices died down, eager for more information. "The prophecy only tells that the person is not born yet. He will be born at the end of July to parents who have escaped from Voldemort three times."

A complete silence filled the room this time, everyone turning to look at the pale faces of Lily and James, and Alice and Frank.

"I think all of us in this room understand that it could only apply to Lily and James as well as Frank and Alice."

"Are you saying that one of our sons is going to defeat the Dark Lord?" Frank asked, sounding very tense.

"I'm not sure yet," Dumbledore replied. "We do not know when your children will be born but they certainly have a chance."

"What else is there?" James asked. His face was stony and his voice was deep in fear or anger, Dorcas couldn't tell.

Dumbledore shook his head. "There is more but I refuse to release any more information."

"Why?" Peter asked loudly, clearly annoyed.

"Have you forgotten?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "We have an enemy in this Order."

"But surely they will tell the Dark Lord all that you have spoken of so far," someone interjected.

"Voldemort knows all that I have told you. A spy was in the Hog's Head and ran to the top of the building. I summoned Dorcas to me and she was able to push him off, only a short way through."

Everyone looked immediately at Dorcas and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Snape was watching her particularly strongly but she refused to meet his gaze.

"I urge both of you to go into hiding," Dumbledore said gravely. "It is a precaution that I feel you must take."

James immediately shook his head. "Not yet. I am not going into hiding yet. We don't even know if our son will be born at the end of July yet."

"Nevertheless-"

"No," Frank said firmly. "We don't hide. We will not hide."

Dumbledore sighed but nodded his head slowly. "It is of course your choice-"

"Where have you been this entire time, Dumbledore?" Alastor asked importantly.

"I made a record of the prophecy. It has been taken to the Department of Mysteries where it will remain."

"Is that entirely safe?" someone asked doubtfully.

"Only those whom the prophecy refers to can touch it. I doubt that Voldemort will ever freely walk into the Ministry of Magic."

Murmurings of assent followed his statement and people began to whisper excitedly again, everyone directing their attention toward the two couples who were looking distinctly sick. Dorcas could understand why too. Who wouldn't feel sick after finding that their son might have to face Voldemort someday and defeat him? It was sure a hell of a lot to live up to.

Dorcas' sympathetic thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she let out a sharp hiss of pain and grabbed her forearm instinctively. Her tattoo was burning black and gave the familiar sharp tinge of pain.

Without saying anything to anyone, she Disapparated alongside Snape. She didn't need to wonder where they were going because it turned out to be the old house that they had been coming to for the past couple of months.

"My friends," Voldemort began as soon as everyone had taken their places in the circle. "I have received some valuable information this night."

Dorcas arranged her face to that of puzzled confusion, trying to act as if she didn't already know that a prophecy had been told.

"A prophecy has been told regarding me and someone who has the power to vanquish me," Voldemort said calmly without the slightest tinge of fear. In fact, he actually seemed to be humored. "Obviously this is ridiculous as I am the most powerful wizard who will forever walk the paths of this world."

Murmurs filled the room, everyone eager to agree with their all powerful master. No one could deny this. The only one who dared to rival Voldemort was Dumbledore and all Death Eaters, except for Severus and Dorcas, believed that if Voldemort truly set his mind to killing the old man, he would be successful.

"Unfortunately, I did not hear this prophecy in its entirety. It was interrupted before I could hear everything. This is what John told me before his demise," Voldemort paused before continuing on, this time saying the prophecy as if he had had it memorized his entire life.

"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…"

Silence followed this until someone ventured forth bravely, "But who could that mean, My Lord?"

"I know of two possibilities," Voldemort replied scathingly. "James and Lily Potter or Alice and Frank Longbottom."

"It has to be the Potters!" someone shouted.

"No! It's the Longbottom's!"

"It can't be!"

"Well that is plain idiocy!"

Voldemort hushed them all the an impatient wave of his hand. "We will not know, you fools, until the end of July. It cannot be both of them and so we can count that one will not be born in July at all. As soon as we find out, we will kill the child immediately before this becomes a ridiculous problem."

Everyone nodded in agreement and quieted down. Dorcas scanned the room, feeling someone's gaze on her, and noticed that it was Narcissa Malfoy. Her stomach was bulging now beneath her dark robes and Lucious stood indifferently beside her. Dorcas bowed her head in recognition, receiving one back as well.

"You are dismissed," Voldemort answered. "Except for Dorcas."

Dorcas' heart thumped as everyone disappeared around her until she was completely alone with the sinister figure.

He didn't say anything at first, only stood silently around her. It was a brooding silence and gave Dorcas chills that swept up her body in a terrifying quickness. What could he possibly want to talk to her about?

"Did you hear about this prophecy, Dorcas?"

"No, certainly not," she replied, answering his question quickly. He knew! How could he possibly know? "Why would you think that, My Lord?"

"I received a hint that you may have," Voldemort replied, sitting down in a chair.

"No, My Lord."

"A shame that we lost John, isn't it?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"It was very useful to have an Metamorphmagus."

"Indeed it was, My Lord."

"You are certain that you know nothing of the prophecy and about who killed John?"

"I am certain, My Lord."

"You may leave Dorcas."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"Oh and one more thing."

"Yes my Lord?"

"Don't ever lie to me Dorcas," Voldemort said deeply. "You will regret it very dearly."

"Understood, My Lord."

Dorcas could not have Disapparated more quickly. She went directly to her house where she slid onto her couch, her heart beating rapidly. He had known! The spy was beginning to feed information to Voldemort about her! It's the only reason he could have become so suddenly suspicious.

Dorcas told this to James, Lily, Sirius, Alice, and Frank when they came into her house after seeing the flickering of a candle in her living room.

"But why is Voldemort unsure?" Sirius asked, causing Alice and Frank to noticeably flinch.

"Isn't it obvious?" James answered darkly. "The spy doesn't want Dorcas' secret to be known yet. He's waiting for the opportune moment, just as Peter said months ago."

"Peter is pretty smart, aside from his dumbness," Sirius commented praisingly.

"Well, I guess we're just going to have to wait to find out, won't we?" Dorcas asked lightly.

"I think you should go into hiding," Frank ventured.

"I think so too," Lily agreed.

"Don't be absurd," Dorcas replied irritably. "I won't go into hiding. Ever."

"Why?" Sirius asked impatiently.

Dorcas stood up and glared at them and said, "Because I will never quit trying to avenge my husbands death," and she turned around and stalked angrily into her bedroom.

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A/n: sigh it sucked again, this I know. I'm sorry. I hope you people will still review though! Thanks for reading!