Oh Dear We Are In Trouble

T/N: This isn't the author, but the author's good old pal! (Check me out at penname: WeWantsIt ;] ) Anyway, the reason this isn't her is because I'm typing it for her - again and probably throughout this whole thing!

Chapter Three: The Prophecy and Invitation

They marched to Dumbledore's office and told him everything. When they were done, he looked up at them with his half-moon spectacles.

"What we need now... is unity," he said.

"Unity?" Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomphrey repeated in unison (it was a twin thing) utterly perplexed.

"Yes, unity," Dumbledore repeated. "This child will be just as famous as his or her father is. We must see to it that the houses are well associated if we are to protect this child from possible attack."

"Attack... from who?" Poppy shreiked. "Voldemort is dead, Harry and Sirius finished him, and Weasley helped too, isn't that why they're so rich now?" she said very confused.

"yes indeed you are correct Poppy, but some of his beloved Death Eaters are still out there, looking for some sort of Egyptian method to bring him back... and I daresay they'll find one."

McGonagall placed her hand over her mouth. "But the prophecy -" she began.

"The prophecy stated that their final battle," Dumbledore interrupted, "will take place when a new love replaces a life-long hatred. When Harry is happiest."

"The child," McGonagall gasped. "Quite right," Dumbledore stated. He looked at Madame Pomphrey. She looked horrified.

"Does it say who the victor will be?" she whispered.

"The prophecy does not say which will come out alive, but," he sighed. "Whoever does survive will not only claim the other's life, but also... the newborn life... and the woman who carried it," he said sadly.

Professor McGonagall was now sobbing. Madame Pomphrey looked as if she saw a ghost. "Weasley and the child?" she wimpered.

Dumbledore levitated tissues to both women, then to himself.

"But we must not think about that right now," he began. "For the time being we must unite the houses. The more love this child has, the more protection is has, and the stronger his or her father will be in the greatest duel in Wizarding history."

"What do you want us to do?" McGonagall asked.

"Give these out," he said. As he said that, about a dozen envelopes appeared out of thin air. "Oh, and don't tell them yet. The child will make it known when it wants you to tell them about him or her."

As McGonagall and Pomphrey walked out McGonagall stopped and turned around. "Do you know the gender of the child?"

"Yes, I do," he smiled.

Her eyes widened and she smiled. "Well?" she asked.

Dumbledore smiled very proudly. "The child will look just like her father."

Meanwhile, the Great Hall exploded with laughtehr and noise as the owl post arrived. Ginny, however, didn't notice she was on her third helping of breakfast.

"Er... Ginny?" Harry said, looking at his girlfriend very surprised. Just then Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Colin Creevey all got posts; invitations actually.

You are required to skip classes today and report to the Room of Requirement immediately after breakfast. The doors will open once everyone invited is inside. Wait there until further notice.

Albus Dumbledore.


That's odd, Harry thought. "Well, shall we get going?"

"Yeah," Ginny said. "Just let me finish this real quick."

Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione walked to the Room of Requirement. They knew where it was because in Harry's fifth year he taught an illegal group of people Defense Against the Dark Arts. They called themselves the D.A. for "Dumbledore's Army". As they walked on they saw other members of the D.A.

"Been a while since we were in here." said Neville.

"Yea, too long," Luna said, sighing.

But Harry wasn't listening to Luna reminise about 'the good ole' days. He was busy looking at the girls he came in with. She looked at him very seducingly. Yes, Harry knew who she was. He knew too well. He was looking at his ex-girlfriend, Cho Chang.

A/N: (Yes the author wrote this on the paper) Yes, I know Cho Chang is a year older than Harry. But in this story, for dramatic reasons, she is in her seventh year as well.

T/N: It's short, but that's where I'm stopping it. My fingers hurt. Anyway, gotta get writing to my own fic, which by the way you should read. ;] (Penname: WeWantsIt) I can't help plugging! Please Review! (both mine and hers) The story of mine in particular that I would like you to read and review is Harry Potter and the Curse of the Snake. :) Aw this sucks.. she has more reviews than me!!! BIG SIGH....