A/N: ok, well, thanks to the people who reviewed. For the reviewer who mentioned the title, I've checked, and it is spelt right, and it is meant to be that way, but thanks for caring…

And to the reviewer who mentioned cat genetics, I wouldn't be surprised if you were my former teacher… anyway, my reckoning is: thanks for the cat tip, but I reckoned, magic world, magic cat…

THANKS AGAIN!!! And now here's chapter 6!

Tammara couldn't get to sleep that night, the memories of that day were too distressing to ignore, and they kept playing themselves over and over again in her mind.

Flashback

"Let's start at the very beginning, Tammara…" Dumbledore spoke.

She nodded mutely.

"A prophecy was made one cold night, quite a long time ago, in a village pub called Hog's Head, in Hogsmeade village. It concerns the key which will end the Great War and determine the fate of both the wizarding and muggle worlds." He paused, as she looked on expectantly, as if waiting for a further explanation.

"Ok… so what does all this have to do with me?"

"My dear girl!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed. "You are the key. You are the one thing that determines the fate of all mankind!" (A/N: melodramatic, aren't I?)

Tammara froze momentarily, and then burst out.

"WHAT?! What do you mean, I determine the fate of mankind?! Why me?! I'm-- I'm just an ordinary girl! I'm as normal as Ron is, or Hermione is or Harry is! I--"

"But Harry isn't as normal as you think, Tammara…" Dumbledore smiled, cutting off her rambling.

Tammara felt a shiver run up her back. If he wasn't normal, what was he? Was he an alien or a ghost or something?

She turned to look at him, and noticed that his hand flew to his forehead, flattening his hair over what seemed like… a scar… and blushing red as well.

"Sir, did you have to put it that way?" he mumbled, while the other two choked back giggles.

"He's not dead or anything, is he?" Tammara asked, turning pale.

At this, the red hear burst out laughing.

"Harry? Dead? Oh, that's bloody likely!"

Both girls shot him looks, anger on Hermione's part and fear on Tammara's, and he hastily apologized.

"No, Tammara, but, like you, Harry was mentioned in the prophecy."

"What prophecy?"

Dumbledore didn't answer; he was pulling out from his robes something that looked like a marble bowl, which was filled with luminous silver liquid.

"I'd rather show you than tell you, Tammara. Please come closer." He said, motioning her to move closer to the table where he had set the bowl.

"This is a pensieve, Tammara. You'll see what it does soon. Now, if you can wait… just a second…"

He drew out a thin rod, long and spindly, touching it to his temple and bringing away a silver thread, so much like his hair, and putting it into the bowl.

'The pensieve…' Tammara corrected herself, wondering what would happen next. Suddenly, she saw her face shimmering in the bowl.

"What the--?"

"Tammara, please step forward. Harry, you too."

Tammara and Harry stepped forward, nearer to the table.

"Now, both of you touch the surface of the pensieve. Oh, and there's no need to fear, Tammara, it won't eat you up or anything…" he added after a thought.

Tammara shivered. How had he read her mind?

She heard Harry's voice whisper from beside her. "One… Two… Three!"

And together, they touched the surface of the liquid.

As soon as she touched the fluid, she felt her head start to spin and suddenly, she was sucked into the bowl. At least, that's what it felt like…

When she and Harry landed, she noticed that they seemed to be in a bar. A really dirty, smelly bar.

"This must be a tavern…" Tammara thought.

"Tammara," Harry's voice interrupted. "This is the Hog's Head, where that prophecy was made… the one Dumbledore was talking about…"

"Ok…" she nodded, as she took in her surroundings. "Won't all these people see us?"

"No." Harry said, grabbing her hand and pulling her after him, squeezing in between tables and chairs. "This is Dumbledore's memory. We can't be seen or heard. We're in it, and we have to find him." He said, scanning across the room.

"There he is!" Tammara pulled on Harry's hand. "There, I saw him go into that private room."

"Run! Quick!" Harry said, sprinting toward the door, and pulling Tammara with him. And not a moment too soon, they got into the door right before Dumbledore pulled it shut. They stood in a corner, watching the young witch who sat in a chair across from the old man.

"Professor Trelawney." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Who?" Tammara asked.

"Professor Trelawney." Harry repeated. "She teaches Divination."

"What?! Don't tell me you--"

"Shush!" he cut her off. "Listen."

"So, Ms. Trelawney--" Dumbledore started.

"Sybill, please." The woman cut in.

"Sybill, you are the granddaughter of celebrated seer Cassie Trelawney, are you not?"

"Cassandra, and yes, I am."

"What is your purpose to call this meeting tonight, Sybill?"

"I wanted to apply for the vacant teaching spot at your school, Professor Dumbledore."

"You do know that this subject matter requires the Inner Eye?"

"I do."

He paused. "Now, I know that the Inner Eye cannot see upon demand, but if you could…"

He stopped himself, for Sybill Trelawney had gone rigid in her chair, her eyes empty and unseeing.

Harry heard Tammara gasp from beside him.

"It's alright…" he reassured her.

"Sybill…" Dumbledore said, but she started speaking, not in the soft, high, fluttery voice she had had earlier, but a rough, low, shaky voice that made the hair on the back of Tammara's neck stand.

"There is one…" Sybill intoned. "Born as the 7th month dies…"

Suddenly, voices erupted in Tammara's head. She couldn't make out what they were saying, there were too many and they were all jumbled.

She gasped and felt Harry grab her shoulder.

"Tammara? What's wrong?!"

"Voices, in my head! I don't understand!"

"Understand what?" Harry's voice was concerned.

"All this!" she said, her hands clapping over her ears. Suddenly, as soon as they had come, the voices were silenced.

"Shhhh…" Harry coaxed putting his arm around her, and patting her on the back. "Let's finish the prophecy then we can get out of here."

She nodded and tried to listen.

"He will be born as the 7th month dies… One will live as the other dies… One cannot live without the other's death…"

"Voldemort." Harry muttered, his jaw hard and fists clenched.

"Who--?"

"wait… I'll explain it when we get out of here… Now listen… I think this is where you come in…"

Sybill continued. "Yet, another shall be born, to aid the light and cast away the dark, one who is born as the 9th moon fades. She will grow, sheltered and naïve, unaware of her fate. Only for a brief moment shall she know those who gave her life, and her powers are beyond those of the sun, moon and stars combined. Yet only she can unleash the powers within… Powers that lie unknown even to herself…"

Just then, the voices erupted again as Tammara felt herself being sucked out. She fell, rear end first onto the living room rug.

She was breathless and scared.

"What was all that?!" she cried out before bursting into tears and running out of the room.

A/N: Ok, that's it… please tell me what you think… flames, constructive criticism, anything is welcome… just push the little purple button and tell me…

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