AN: In this chapter, I am putting a lot of excerpts, from Order of the Phoenix.

Things written in BOLD are from OoTP directly. If you find that there is a few words in the sentences containing parts from OoTp, its because I had to modify whatever it was.

Chapter 3. The Truth comes out (Pt.1)

Harry, who had been flying for over the past hour, didn't notice when Professor Dumbledore walked into the quidditch field and sat down on one of the bleachers. He must have been watching for some time when Harry jumped back about a foot and took out his wand directly as he landed.

"God, Professor, you scared me," Harry says while breathing in and out.

"My apologies, Harry. That wasn't my intention," Dumbledore replies with a sparkle in his blue eyes.

"Is it time for our meeting yet?"

"No. You have about an hour. Why don't you go up to Gryffindor tower and change. Meet me in my office in an hour. The password is 'Shock Tarts'."

"Thank you Professor," Harry said. 'What the hell are shock tarts?' He thought as he was retreating back to the castle.

"It's a Muggle candy. I think most commonly from America," Dumbledore called out to Harry as he sat down in a bleacher.

'How did he know?' Harry pondered while turning away again.

Harry had only been at his aunt and uncle's home a week when a brown-tawny owl delivered him a letter.

While running upstairs to his room to read his letter alone (Dudley, his overgrown cousin has a tendency to rip the letters from Harry's hands and run away with them.

"Dear Harry,

I hope that you are doing well. It had come to my attention that you are in dire need of an explanation. I wish to explain everything I can to you before the term starts. There are things that I should have told you years ago, but I have yet to tell you.

I have talked with Mr. Weasley. We have both decided that until you come to Hogwarts for our meeting, you will be safe at the Burrow. I understand that Hermione will also be coming for a visit as well. I hope you enjoy yourself.

Mr. Weasley will pick you up at 4 Privet Drive, Surrey England via car this coming Wednesday at 2 pm.

Yours,

Professor Albus Dumbledore"

Just after reading his letter from Dumbledore, he received one from Ron.

"Hey Harry,

How's your summer going so far? No Quidditch World Cup this year. Ah well, we'll find something else to do.

Dad told us today that you're gonna stay with us for a while. That's great! I guess Hermione is also coming for a visit. Its kind of strange how my parents are the ones who are organizing for you and Hermione to come over. But I'm not complaining.

Hope to see you soon,

Ron"

Harry didn't even realize how fast time could go by, because soon, he was walking himself up to the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office.

"Shock Tarts" Harry said and took a step back before walking up the winding staircase to the Headmasters' office.

"Hello Harry," Dumbledore said as Harry entered, and motioned for Harry to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk.

"Hiya," said Harry before sitting down.

"Now I'm sure you are gonna have questions, so I ask that you hold them until I am finished," Dumbledore said. Harry nodded his head in understanding, and watched his elder very closely.

"I'm sure you've been asking yourself what could possibly be so important for me to ask you come back to school so soon," he watched Harry nod his head once again. "Well," Dumbledore pauses to readjust his glasses, but must finds that they're dirty or scratched because he takes up his wand and says, "Reparo. Well, here I go:

On a cold, wet night about 15 years ago, in a room above the bar at the Hog's Head Inn. I had gone there to see an applicant for the post of Divination teacher, though it was against my inclination to allow the subject of Divination to continue at all. The applicant, however, was the great great granddaughter of a very famous, very gifted Seer, and I thought it common politeness to meet her. I was disappointed. It seemed to me that she had not a trace of the gift herself. I told her, courteously I hope, that I did not think she would be suitable for the post. I turned to leave."

This made Harry think, of his current Divination teacher, Sibyll Trelawney; a woman who loved to predict Harry's death, and to Harry, looked like an overgrown fly.

Harry thought back to Dumbledore's office to see him take out a basin with a silvery substance in it. It was Dumbledore's Pensieve.

A figure rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet in the basin. But when Sibyll Trelawney spoke, it was not her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in a harsh, hoarse tones Harry had her use once before.

With this, Harry thought back to that hot day in her classroom as Harry was taking his end of year exam at the end of third year. It was the day that Harry had found out the truth about Sirius, and the night his parents died.

Realizing that this would be important, he stopped starring and looked at the figure out of the basin.

"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 the 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…"

The slowly revolving Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said very quietly, for Dumbledore, still staring at the Pensieve, seemed completely lost in thought. "It…did that mean…What did that mean?"

"It meant," said Dumbledore, "that the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times."

"It means-me?"

"The odd thing is, Harry," he said softly, "that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll's prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom."

"So then, why am I the one who Voldemort wants dead?" Harry asks. His head was spinning with new information; he was trying to make sure he understood everything perfectly.

"You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy, the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort…. Voldemort himself would 'mark him as his equal.' And so he did, Harry. He chose you, not Neville. He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse.

"He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him," said "Dumbledore. "And notice this, Harry. He chose, not the pureblood (which according to his creed, is the only kind of wizard worth being or knowing), but the half-blood, like himself. He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you, and in marking you with that scar, he did not kill you, as he intended, be gave you powers, and a future, which have fitted you to escape him not once, but three times so far-something that neither your parents, nor Neville's parents ever achieved."

Harry went back to the common room not long after that. Dumbledore decided that he would tell Harry everything else the next day.

"Why don't you sleep on it. That way you can ask me any questions tomorrow. I'm gonna have a good surprise for you. One that I think you'll enjoy. Good night," Dumbledore had said to him while Harry was leaving for the door.

A/N: okay, another chapter done. This is the longest by far. I hope you're not too disappointed that Dumbledore didn't tell Harry everything. There's a surprise tomorrow!

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If any of you are wondering where I got Shock Tarts from its because when I was writing it, that's what I was eating at the time.

Thanks! Lauren