Dumbledore sat in a room just above the bar at the Hogs Head Inn waiting for an applicant for the post of Divination teacher. He didn't really want to keep Divination taught at Hogwarts at all, but the applicant was the great great granddaughter of a very famous, very gifted Seer. He was just being polite to just meet her. Sibyll Trelawney and Dumbledore spoke for a while. Very disappointed, but not showing it, that she had no trace of the gift in her.

"I'm sorry Sibyll, but I don't think you have the gift yourself," said Dumbledore. He got up and turned to leave.

Suddenly, Sibyll become rigid in her chair, her head fell back and her voice harsh and hoarse. "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..." She snapped out of the trance and looked at Dumbledore. "I must have dosed off a bit. What were you saying?"

Dumbledore just stared at her. She had just made a real prophecy. "Congradulations, you can start teaching this fall."

"Thank you Albus," said Sibyll. ?But I must be off. Good night."

What little did either of them know was that there was a death-eater in disguise listening to every word of the prophecy...well, almost every word. He was thrown out of the Hub. He gulped and ran off to apparate to his master's hide out. He had only heard a part or what he thought was the whole thing. He only heard the part foretelling the birth of a boy in July to parents that had thrice defied Voldemort. He apparated to Voldemort and knelt in front of him.

"What do you have for me, Pettigrew?" hissed Voldemort.

Peter looked up at Voldemort. "Very good news sir."

"Well, what is it?" demanded Voldemort.

"A prophecy was just made. It told of a boy born in July to parents that have thrice defied you," said Pettigrew. "But there are two baby boys born today from parents that have thrice defied you. The Longbottoms...or the Potters."

"You know all of them, do you not Peter?" asked Voldemort.

Peter gulped. "Yes sir. We have planned to attack them in a month."

"Why a month?" asked Voldemort.

"To make them think we have stopped hunting for them and hit them by surprise," trembled Peter.

"Are you going to help?" asked Voldemort.

Peter gulped again and stammered, "Yes sir."

"You may leave and go back with the Potters then Pettigrew. I have no use of you right now," said Voldemort.

"Yes sir," Peter bowed himself out of the room.

A/N: Well, here's chapter 16... Short I know, but when I was writing my story in my notebook I realized that I was missing the Prophecy part and I was already to the part where they were having the Fidelius Charm put on their house and I was all like, "crap! I forgot the Prophecy!" So..i had to type this up from the top of my head. But it's all info I got from OoP The Lost Prophecy.