A/N: Hmmm...okay. I just noticed this when I was doing the corrections for thelast chapter and had to do a quick relook and calculation of the story...I'm sure someone will notice this, so: Harry is indeed sixteen...but Sirius is still alive...Most of what happened in the last 5 books are left out, such as Sirius' death...Hope that didn't confuse some


Chapter Five

From their seated positions inside a large half-circled office, various adults of differing degrees and teaching sat arguing steadily. One man, with long white hair and beard, smiled behind small spectacles and the outrageous patterned robes. Eyes twinkled as one man's voice grew louder with each statement, though saddened at the sight of a shabby still ill-looking features. Sirius Black had recently been freed from the horrid prison of Azkaban, after almost 12 years of imprisonment forcrimes he hadn't committed.

Sirius Black grew heated as his dark eyes glowered at the various Aurors and professors, not caring his old time lover was trying to hold him back. The animagus was past worrying about his godson, more angry that no one seemed to care that the man responsible for kidnapping his godson. At least part of him realized that Snape would have an idea on how to rescue Harry.

Even his lover, werewolf Remus Lupin, was very worried about young Harry Potter. The honey blonde, tawny eyed male struggled to soothe his mate's frazzled nerves as Sirius questioned the sudden appearance of a barely dressed female, "Where's my godson, Snape!"

Light brown brows arched over a pair of unblinking gold. Pythia's head shifted to one side, never losing the shimmering flimsy shawl carefully draped about her body. Though it gave the impression of silk falling off a slender body, it never moved too much. 'Godson?'

Lucius smirked viciously, "That's the boy you took."

Nodding carefully, 'I see. He's…safe.' She didn't know what to say really.

"Safe! I want my godson here NOW!"

'Quite impossible. His fate's been sealed.'

Sirius collapsed in his seat against the nuzzling Remus Lupin, "His fate?" The low whisper barely drifted towards listening ears.

"The Dark Lord had Potter captured in Hogsmeade. Lucius took him, ensuring the boy wouldn't suffer any humiliating surprises from the other loyal Death Eaters. Then with all of us in a circle, surrounding the boy, Potter was tortured under long sessions of the Cruciatus Curse. Then we were all ordered to perform the Killing Curse."

"WHAT!"

Albus ignored the screams from the Weasley family, Sirius and Remus, and Minerva McGonogall. The others had yet to move their mouths when a pale hand handed him a small jewelled bag. With pure white, bushy brows raised, he pulled out two single rolled parchments. Eagerly, he read them over.

Pythia waited among the shocked silence of learning the world's only saviour, Harry Potter, was dead. And her patience was rewarded.

"They knew of this?" Curious as to what the older wizard had meant, and the sight of trembling hands wrapped around wrinkled parchment.

'It had been written centuries ago. My Master's family guarded it's secrets since it was written. But in 1777 my Master had to hide it. It seemed someone was desperate to learn of the future for their own gain. I was but a lowly chambermaid, charge of cleaning the chamber pots and bedrooms. They entrusted me with this secret. I spent almost 200 years fleeing those desperate for its words until the world began to align to its directions. For those long years I had watched, through the family curse of a long but lonely life, watched the coming events.'

"You could have stopped this, couldn't you?"

Shaking her head, 'No. I was forbidden to interfere until it was time. The prophesy of my Master's family tells of the world plunging into pure darkness beneath the blood of an innocence for centuries to come. We could not let that happen. A second prophesy that I have heard over the years had stated the same but said the innocence would be the warrior to triumph and flourish, to kill or be killed. It was then my Master's family revealed the last of the true prophesy, part of one they had hoped to stop. A child of one true bloodline would fall, failed by those knowing his true heritage, his lineage as the true Dark Lord. The Sleeping Hell God would soon awaken at the feel of his heir's death to seek revenge. As the world turns to the darkness, the one feared to be the true Dark Lord will suffer the truest of Dark Lord and the Hell in its wake.'

Shaken by her words, the room fell silent as Albus read the one words that had prepared the way of Harry's death, knowing he had wrong the child of keeping the past hidden. "A clash of equals will meet, one blessed by true evil and the other impersonates. A fallen of sacred blood by hands of lies will awaken HIM. An ancient of ancients angered by the deed arisen from faked greed will roar. From the depths of true hellish darkness awaiting destruction comes a call. From the gates abandons the guardians. In the greatest battle the fallen sacred will guide the true Hell God. By a more powerful hand the world shall tremble in its wake."

Sighing with satisfaction, Pythia bore a glazed look, 'Such lovely words, lovely words the ancients bore from the heavens and hell.'

Albus heavily frowned, sorrowful for the fallen boy and the knowledge of knowing that he was partially responsible. And before he could say anything, a very suspicious Auror decided to take his chance, "What does it mean? And how is it applied to young Mr. Potter?"

Pythia mentally snickered at the sight of a very stern looking Auror Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody. Even if she hadn't recognized the faint scars from battle or the yellow rolling magical eye or even the infamous silver canister strapped to his hip, she would recognize his actions from the rumours and facts extending his infamous reputation, 'It does not matter for now. Soon your school will be attacked. I must encourage your escape now. Take the few that must remain alive, for they are the first ones on HIS list of tortures. Your child of Hogwarts will be safe with my master.'

"I cannot leave this school nor my students. Should Voldemort arrive, and take over, he will destroy all the Muggle-born and those siding with Muggles."