It was a cold, rainy, February night. Albus Dumbledore trudged through to rain towards the Hog's Head Inn to see an applicant for a Divination teacher. He didn't even want the subject of Divination taught at Hogwarts anymore. But apparently, she was the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawny, and it might be worth listening to her.
It wasn't. Albus could tell she was making up fake predictions as she went along, and he didn't much appreciate being lied to. The tea leaves in his cup didn't look anything like a sun with a spear through it, and he was sure that the great Cassandra would have been ashamed of her great-great-granddaughter.
"Ahem..." he coughed, only to catch her attention, "Thanks so much, Ms. Trelawny, I think I have enough to make my decision."
Her already hugely magnified eyes became, if possible, even wider. "But Albus.. the spirits," she started, closing her eyes, and concentrating hard, "I sense them.. they are telling me something... yes... yes..."
"Sibyll, I really don't think we will need a Divination teacher this year. I am truly sorry, but I don't think I will even continue to offer the subject. Thank you for your time... Good night." said Dumbledore. He pushed himself up out of his squashy armchair, and made his way towards the stairs leading down the pub. He was very tired, and looking forward to a nice, long sleep.
All of the sudden, a piece of glass shattered on the floor, and Albus heard a loud thump, as Sibyll Trelawny dropped to her knees in a crouching position. He spun around quickly, and gazed at her. Her eyes were even wider than they had been when she was making things up, and Albus had the feeling that she was about to make a real, true prediction. She slowly rose to her feet again, arms stiff by her side, and her mouth began to move.
"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... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
-------------------------------------Over a hundred miles away on this very same night, Lily Potter was lying awake in her bed. Her mind was racing. There was no way she could sleep. She was thinking about life, and everything that had happened to her in the past 4 months. She couldn't begin to descirbe how wonderful they had been. Despite the stress she had undergone in planning various parties for the holidays, talking with James about fixing up the last room in their new house (the nursery), and making room for her parents who came to visit, the days kept getting better and better.
At that moment, James gave a loud half grunt, half snore, and rolled over, pulling the blankets off of Lily. She rolled her eyes, and began the task of reaching over her large mid-section to retrieve the bed sheets. But as her arm grazed her belly button, she felt a soft push. Harry was kicking her.
She put a trembling hand to her stomach, to get a better feel. When she felt it again, she smiled, and used her free hand to shake James awake.
"James," she whispered, her eyes on her belly button, "The baby- I can feel him kicking! Come see..."
"Huh... what? Lily...." he stirred, and then shot bolt upright, "LILY! What's going on?! Are you okay!?" He whipped around to look at Lily, who was still lying down, laughing silently.
"James... I'm fine sweetie.. come feel..." She said. When he looked confused, she figured he hadn't heard what she'd said. She took his hand and placed it over her belly button. And sure enough, Harry kicked again. James turned slowly and smiled at her, amazed that his son was showing his first signs of life.
"Wow... Lil.. he's moving... already? It's been, what? Four months?" He yawned, "This little guy's pretty tough..."
They sat in silence for a moment until James leaned back on his pillows, and turned to face his wife.
"I love you, Lil... so much... Now try and get some sleep okay? Don't let our son's excellent right hook distract you. I have a feeling that when he comes, we won't get any sleep for a long, long time." he kissed her cheek, and smiled at the look of mock terror on her face.
"I love you, too, James." she replied wearily. And with that, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
[A/N: Another chapter done.. I copied the prophecy straight out of my copy of OotP, so if I did make a mistake, please tell me. This is just my version of what happened that night, minus the "eavesdropper" getting thrown out.. which I might try and include in a later chapter. Review?]