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A Prophecy is Made

"Sybil, I would like you and Firenze to stay...last year when I asked you to stay you said you needed to get out into the world and get some fresh air," Dumbledore said kindly to Professor Sybil Trewlaney the Divination teacher.

"Yes, the fresh air did do me some good while I was on that trip it made me question my profession, whether or not this is what destiny has for me. I had wondered whether or not this is where my fortunes lay," Professor Trewlaney said in her usual misty tones though more misty than usual as though to impress Dumbledore.

"Sybil, you do not have to question anything, the students and the staff appreciates what you do," Dumbledore had said trying his best to try to persuade her.

Though Firenze was a truly remarkable centaur and has knowledge that no human being possess, many students, particularly girls, seem to be paying attention to his looks rather than his knowledge, being a centaur with remarkably blue eyes and blonde hair, it was hard for girls not to notice. Even though he was not very fond of Professor Trewlaney's ability, it is still a good idea for her to be around to teach Divination.

"Alright Dumbledore I will teach another year of Divination, though I really wish that we will not have another teacher like Umbridge, I have sensed from the moment I saw her that she was a bad egg," Professor Trewlaney said with disgust remembering the fifth year Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher.

"Yes well, I think you will find our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher quite charming," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Well, I should be going on. I thank you again Sybil," Dumbledore said bowing to her.

"You are indeed welcome," she said turning her back on him.

Just as Dumbledore was about to get down the steps down the North tower, he had heard a rasp voice behind him.

"The Dark Lord knows that his power will

be stripped from him when the man who was destined to destroy

him decides to kill him. He will transfer his evil

powers to another, whose parents served the

Dark Lord. He will be more powerful than you could ever imagine.

And the only person who can defeat him is the son of the man, who had

Defied the Dark Lord more than any other human being,

and also the son of the woman who had the power that no other

person has had for many, many centuries. He alone has the power

to defeat the next chapter of evil in this world...

The power to defeat the next Dark Lord..."

Dumbledore looked at her in disbelief. He had once heard her make a prediction of the future but that had been almost eighteen years ago when she had predicted the fall of the Dark Lord. Suddenly Professor Trewlaney awoke from her reverie.

"Why I'm sorry, its just the heat of the day. I must have fallen asleep," she said looking around as though wondering how she had fallen asleep standing up. Dumbledore knew better than to mention her sudden prediction.

"Yes, it all makes us drowsy doesn't it?" Dumbledore said politely yet his eyes which always contain a twinkle now contains a mixture of panic and curiousity. With that Dumbledore slowly walked down the stairs and towards his office. He started thinking about that someone who isn't even born will have to face the difficulties that no one other than his own father had experienced. And he had a vague idea who this future father might be...

This is my first fanfic and I know it sucks...I think...but please bear with me... give me some pointers and everything...please PLEASE R&R