Ahh... well it took me a little while to notice it but i ahvent been going through all those tiny little legal necesities... so here i go... i dont own any of the characters that you may find in this writting... it is after all called fanfiction, and is based entirely upon the marvelous work of J. K. Rowling... i wish i could right like her... Any way... on with the next chapter!


Harry stretched slowly and buried further under the heavy comforter, as light filtered through his window… Vernon would be banging on his door soon and Hedwig should be back with Hermione's reply some time today… it was one of the few things he actually looked forward to during the summer.

He rolled around and spooned the pillow while pulling another over his head as an extra method to prevent light penetration… it was with this action that his mind finally realised what he was doing… he didn't have more than one pillow, and even that was a par stretch from what one usually associated with the head cushion most slept with… further more… he had a sheet… a very old and worn sheet that probably shouldn't even be used by a street person let alone in a house… he had never owned a comforter in his entire life…

He shot up in bed, back ridged as he prepared for the worse, only to find himself in an elegantly furnished room decked out in beautiful reds, gold's and oranges with what he recognised as holly wood, only due to his familiarisation with his own wand. His trunk and other belongings sat beside a dresser, reassuring Harry that he had not some how become a prisoner, while his eyes continued to analyse the room. Four elaborate doors led out from the room, and he somehow instinctively knew that none had been spelled to either keep him in or keep people out… a friends place then…

It was that thought brought back the memories of what he thought of as the day before… was it truly possible that someone… anyone… had come to help him… How could his vampiric nature affect his role in the war now? Was it for the better or worse? Harry knew without a doubt that he could not judge the answer of that until he truly understood what vampirism entailed… certainly there was very little information available on the beings in either Flourish and Blotts or the Hogwarts library… he knew… Ron had at one stage in their third year insisted that they learn everything they could to defend themselves from 'the evil slimy git… his probably biding his time… waiting till Dumbledore is a way for a long time before he goes on a feeding frenzy and then disappeared'… Harry personally thought Ron had a very active imagination.

Well obviously he could do the Gryffindor thing and explore if he really wanted… get a feel for the place he was now staying at… though he really didn't feel like it at the moment… deciding on a compromise he slipped from between the covers and began to slowly walk around what he hoped he could call 'his' room… it was simply stunning, and spoke of opulence, while somehow appearing to be simplistic and very basic. Still needing to satisfy the basic need to explore he carefully opened each door, only re-closing two… The huge walk in closet that was practically filled to the brim with clothes in all styles, and the door that led out into a hallway. The third led into a small sitting room/study set out in the same colour coordination as the bedroom she had just come from, somehow seeming to soothe his heart.

Now though he knew what he wanted to do… a shower… a long hot shower that would hopefully melt away all the small aches and pains he felt lingering in his body from the transformation… the woman had said it was a necessary change if he was to fore fill the prophecy, and he still had no reason not to trust her… so far she had been very honest with him, and for that simple act he was grateful… actually he would probably be grateful for any acts of honesty… even if it were to come from a Death Eater sneering above him promising death… that however wasn't likely to happen.

He didn't stop to look at anything as he made a bee line to one of the facilities he wasn't allowed regular access o at the Dursleys… thankfully they had allowed him to shower the morning before and given him a new set of oversized PJ's before shoving him back into the room… and he hadn't complained. Slipping out of the clothes he made a mental note to burn them as soon as possible while stepping into the shower and turning the facet… magic was so wonderful… the water changed instantly to the temperature that he wanted, and stood still for a few minutes, simply letting the water wash over, him relax him, before opening an eye and beginning to go through all of the bottles set neatly on the side… He was in heaven after all!

Harry couldn't help the small smile that adorned his face as he finally left the shower, he estimated perhaps half an hour later, he loved being able to take care of himself, to be able to pamper himself in even such a small way as using sweetly scented bars of soap and a matching hair wash… it was strange how these people knew exactly what his favourite smell was… of dark roses… dark red and black roses mixed together so interracially that he had often thought he found a new smell inside the beautiful mixture whenever he actually had a chance to smell it… Petunia had once told him as a boy that it was his mothers favourite as well… he believed that had been where his love for it had originated.

He selected a fluffy white towel from the stack and quickly dried off his upper body and feet before wrapping it around his waist securely. He knew his body had changed. Could tell just by looking down, but he was afraid of what he might see should he actually look I the mirror, and so he made sure his eyes never laid onto the huge mirror that could be found in the bathroom as well. As he entered the room he walked slowly to the closet… would he be allowed to use the clothes?

Harry jumped and span as the woman's voice broke the silence… how long had she been there? "Go ahead Harry. The clothes were made for you a long time before you were born, they are yours by right… and no I haven't been here long, I was caught up making arrangements to bring the others to the house" she explained not even seeming to have to consider whether or not to tell him what she had been doing, even if he really didn't see how it concerned him, as she continued to pull his old clothes out of his trunk and throw them onto a pile in disgust.

He nodded once and pulled out a pair of denim jeans and a simple white polo shirt, retreating back into the bathroom to change quickly and walked back out in the first pair of clothes that had every actually fitted him and asked the two most prominent questions that had been floating around in his mind since the shower helped kick start it. "Um… it's not like I don't appreciate everything and all… but who exactly are you? And more importantly, what's this other prophecy that I apparently have a part in?" To Harry his voice showed just how uncertain he was even if his movements didn't as he timidly sate on the edge of the bed… this woman may have shown that she currently wasn't a threat, but he didn't know how she would react to questions and he instinctively fell back onto old habits… timid and shy… don't ask questions or else…

He sighed in relief when she answered, her voice holding no threat to him, though he found what she told him very hard to believe. "First you must know some hidden history for you to truly understand what I'm telling you, Harry, so please make your self comfortable." She paused and waited until he had shifted further onto the bed before continuing. "Every one knows the Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry was created by the four greatest wizards at the time – Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin, and that after a while Salazar left the castle after a disagreement with Godric to wonder the world, many assuming he was consumed by evil and tried to take over the world." She stopped to make sure he was still following along with the story and Harry realised that what he was going to be told would be a very different version to what everyone else knew.

He nodded again for her to continue speaking, watching as she began gathering up the pile of his old clothes and began the task of slowly, one piece at a time began to chuck them into the fire place as she continued her narration. "What history left out was that Rowena and Godric were half-siblings, and though she loved Salazar with all her heart, when Godric said he was vile and planning to bring about the wizarding worlds end, she believed him. It was this that caused Salazar to leave the castle… he couldn't stand to be around Rowena when her brother had just forced her into an arranged marriage, for we must remember that at the time even through she was even more powerful than her brother women did not really have any political power." She sighed and stoped in her task a moment and Harry thought he could feel sadness coming off of her.

"Godric and Helga married and had four children, Rowena conceded to the marriage with her chosen husband and bore a single child before she was changed and he abandoned her. Salazar wondered the world for some time, occasionally sleeping with women though he only got one pregnant… with twin's, until he heard of what happened to Rowena and returned to her… supported her and helped her come to terms with her changes. Not long after she changed him and they began to live a quiet and secluded life where no one could find them." A smile was playing on her lips now and Harry was beginning to wonder… either this lady was a hopeless romantic or she had been there… her telling was although lacking in detailed far to involved for it to be anything but… and when she said changed… did she mean like he had been?

"What even fewer are actually aware of is that Rowena had the sight, and foretold of a time of darkness where certain people would need to be guided… this prophecy like all of hers were recorded and stored in the headmasters office as Godric believed they would be the best candidate to guide and lead the ones spoken of…" she stopped and Harry found he was leaning forward slightly, waiting for the next bit of information she could slip him… if what she said was true than Dumbledore had been manipulating him from the very beginning. "Do you want to hear the Prophecy I speak of young one?" she asked softly, and Harry found that he was actually reluctant to hear what this one would contain… will he have to kill more people? Sacrifice all the ones he cared about… and strangely he was afraid that he would have to do it alone… forever alone…

Drawing in a breath he nodded slowly… he nodded again, throat still caught up with emotion… he needed to know what was in store for him, even if it would break his heart to do so…

She smiled sadly at him before speaking and Harry had the feeling that she knew of his fears…

"From the four lines

Three shall be born,

When evil rises

Under the false snakes banner

The Phoenix

The Dragon

And The Unicorn

United

Then seek ye the Phoenix

In the ashes of despair

The Dragon, misunderstood

In the midst of pain

The Unicorn, pure and true

Amongst folk not of her own

For united these three

Shall bring balance at last

To a world that offers nothing

But fear and scorn

But be warned

Those who have no place

The Raven and Snake

Will guide the chosen three

In their destiny

Two will be coupled

While the other is called

Two instantly together

While the other drawn to true mates call

The three will come

When the false snake rises

And those once trusted

Meddle in things best left alone"

Harry sighed in relief at the contents… he hadn't been given another burden to bear alone… he would be accompanied by two others, and if he understood the prophecy's content correctly they would have two guides along the path… two teachers…

He decided to think about the contents out loud, to see if he could work out who else was chosen… "The four line… it means the founders doesn't it?" she smiled and nodded, obviously pleased that he was going to work things out and not simply ask for an explanation… no Harry was going to start acting his age… "so obviously one of us is the offspring of two founders as there's only three chosen but four founders… the evil rising is referring to Voldemort… so is the false snake… though I think it was put that way to show that the chosen should be found after his second rising." He said thoughtfully and waited until she nodded before once again continuing, though he noted that she didn't filch back at the madman's name. "I think… I think I'm the Phoenix… mourning Sirius death… in despair… the dragon… I don't know… probably Draco Malfoy… but I don't know how he could be misunderstood… nor in pain… and the Unicorn… I have no idea…" he took a breath and looked directly into her eyes as he asked the next question. "Are they all my age… does the worlds future really rely on teenagers that should simply be worrying about their schooling and love lives?" his voice was as soft as hers had been before, a variety of emotions running along it… he didn't want to be alone true, but did he really want others to have go through the same things as he did and would in the future?

He didn't even see her move but relaxed instantly when she wrapped her arms around him in comfort and pulled him onto her lap like a mother would their hurt child. "Shhh… it's alright Harry… why don't you let all those emotions out… keeping them locked inside does no good, and I am here to listen… the prophecy, and all prophecies are just basic outlines of what must happen… they speak nothing of how it is to be done young one… you and your friends will decide that…" she continued to murmur reassuring half sentences as she rocked him slowly and he sobbed… it was the first time he had let himself cry openly since he had left the headmasters office not long ago… and though it may be strange, doing it on this woman's shoulder seemed like the most natural thing in the world… this was probably what it was like to have a caring shoulder to cry on… perhaps he could even compare it to what his mother would have done…


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