Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Visitor's Tower common room

November 18, 2003

1230 Zulu

"I'm so glad you agreed to lunch, Sarah. I had some things I wanted to tell you that I'm not ready to share with your mother just yet." Henry was interrupted by the entrance of Dobby the house elf, bringing lunch.

"Here you are, sir and miss! Send to the kitchen with the white bell on the fireplace if you needs something. Dobby is going to help Winky with the children."

As soon as Dobby exited the room, Henry continued. "I discovered a few years ago that the man I had chosen for your mother was not the man that thought he was. Lucius Malfoy is finally in Azkaban after the incident with your stepmother, and has been totally insane for years. If your mother had married him, she would either have been killed or forced to join him in following Lord Voldemort." He fell silent for a moment at Sarah's horrified gasp.

"His son, however, turned against his father and is now a member of the Order. The reason he wasn't at the meeting the other night was the fact that he discovered his father's plan and went to warn Charlie Weasley. He was left in my care when Narcissa Mayfoy died. Their family was all either dead, death eaters or in Azkaban. They kept going further back in the records till they found my name. The poor boy had no one, so I took him in, raising him as my grandson. So, thus, legally you have a younger brother. I am now trying to arrange a suitable marriage for him. I learned a lot from the situation with your mother. I will only arrange the match if both are agreeable. Would that he will be as easy as you were – you gravitated right to the very man I would have chosen for you. Clayton comes from the best pureblood stock. He has a family tapestry that dates all the way back past the middle ages, with only one squib in the lot. Did you know that your father and Porter were to be affianced at one time?"

"No, I didn't. But that explains why he really didn't like Clay until he got to know him."

"Yes, that's probably why. Porter's family was offered more money to affiance her to Webb, so your father lost out. I daresay if Meredith hadn't come along, they might have gotten back together. Now, about young Draco. One of the names that has come up, and so far the best candidate, is a powerful American half-muggle witch, aged twenty. Name of Chloe Madison."

Sarah stared at him in disbelief. "CHLOE? My Chloe?"

Her father replied, amused. "Of course, why do you think they gave her to you? You were the only one who could handle the situation if she had done unintentional magic or chosen to break the Decree for the restriction of Underage Wizardry. Don't feel bad, Mic didn't figure it out either." At that point Sarah's kitten, who she had finally named Merlin, made an appearance, jumping into Henry's lap to attempt to steal some of the cream from the pitcher on the table. Henry just smiled and poured him a saucer of his own, placing it on the floor next to the chair.

They sat and talked for another hour, Sarah regaling him with tales of Chloe and the JAG office. One story in particular, having to do with chocolate and an elevator, made Henry laugh so hard he dropped his chicken sandwich, much to the delight of Merlin.

They were completely unaware how much time had passed, and were startled when Dobby came to tell them it was time for dinner. "Headmaster says you are welcome to stay for dinner, sir. He ordered a place set for you in case."

Henry turned to Sarah, "So, Granddaughter, may I escort you down to dinner?" At Sarah's nod, he offered her his arm and they headed off towards the Great Hall.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Staffroom

November 18, 2003

2150 Zulu

Harm was quickly going his lesson plans for the next day with Professor Marchbanks, the regular Muggle studies teacher, who was currently sitting in the fire at the Wizard's Resort Hotel in the Bahamas. Then he had to talk to Madam Hooch. He would be taking a lesson with the first years tomorrow under her supervision, and learning how to fly his new Nimbus 2004. They only had ten minutes until staff meeting, so they had to hurry. Other staff members started filtering in and taking their places at the staff table.

One by one the professors gave their reports for the week. It was just a quick meeting, so they just gave the highlights of what had happened. Professor Flitwick was one of the few who had something of interest to say. First year Marie Shunpike had managed to perform the Wingardium Leviosa spell so that when she ended it, the feather came down just right so that it just tickled the nose of her classmate Douglas Derwent. He tried to use his wand to move the feather back towards Marie, but unfortunately did the charm wrong and managed to set the feather on fire.

"He reminds me of Neville Longbottom at that age," spoke up Professor McGonagal.

Professor Snape nodded in agreement. " He melted a cauldron yesterday making a simple sleeping draught. Longbottom turned out alright, so hopefully he will too. I know I was rough on Longbottom, I didn't have much patience in those days." Years of war and working for the order had aged him considerably. His hair was prematurely white, and his sallow face was heavily lined.

After the meeting, the only ones left in the staff room were Harm and Sibyl Trelawney, who were discussing Sarah's visions. Sibyl thought that Sarah's gift was one of the rarest forms of sight, and she was interested in having Sarah work with one of her fifth years who was exhibiting signs of having true sight.

Suddenly, her eyes slid out of focus, her face went slack, and she began to speak in a rough, gravelly voice quite unlike her own. The prophecy in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic was recorded thus:

S.P.T. to H.D.R.

Nov 17, 2003

The time of the great battle is at hand. From the North Tower the enemy can even now be seen by those who know what signs they seek. The time has come for one to kill the other, for neither can live if the other survives. Many will fall, but good will prevail over evil. The evil leader will fall, but the war will not end until those who follow him follow him to their doom. The white bee and the noble one will set the world right again, but only after a soldier will sacrifice himself for the princess so that she may save her people. He will be her protector forever…

Harm didn't know what to make of what she said, so he took it immediately to the one he had learned would understand, and wouldn't try to hide that understanding from him. He headed out of the staffroom and pulled out his map. "Headmaster's Office!"

Thin, spiky letters began to form on the square of parchment. "Good Evening, Muggle. Please proceed to the end of the hall… It continued to give him directions until he stood in front of a stone Gargoyle. He looked at the map again, and it said: whistle a scale. He did so, and a burst of flame ignited in front of him, dropping a small piece of parchment in front of him. It contained a single word – Butterbeer. "Butterbeer?" Harm said incredulously. The stone gargoyle sprang aside, revealing a stone staircase on which the stones were continuously moving upward. Harm stepped on and rode to the top, then knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dumbledore's Office

November 17, 2003

2320 Zulu

Albus Dumbledore answered the door in a long white nightshirt with a hastily tied scarlet dressing gown over it and matching slippers. Harm quickly informed him of what had transpired in the staffroom, and told him as much of the prophecy as he could remember, growing frustrated toward the end. Dumbledore quietly took out his wand and touched it to Harm's hairline, coming away with a milky white drop clinging to the wand tip.

He crossed the room and placed the drop into the Pensieve, causing Sibyl Trelawney to stand in the basin, speaking the prophecy in its entirety. After Harm left, Dumbledore sat in his favorite armchair by the fire, pondering the prophecy and its possible meaning far into the night.