A/N: This is my favourite chapter yet! I will put my review responses in the next chapter, since I don't have the time to do them right now, as I have to go to bed…

Prophecy

"…Lily…Potter!" Dumbledore look stunned. Lily tried to take an empathetic walk in his shoes to know how he felt, but it was utterly useless. Nothing could faze the great Albus Dumbledore, but she seemed to have found something. She knew she should be sorry for being so blunt, as Dumbledore obviously didn't expect one his past students to suddenly come back to life overnight.

But the evidence was standing in front of him, and she was sure she was solid because she had collided with Dumbledore only minutes before.

"Well…welcome back!" Dumbledore through his arms open and Lily let herself be hugged. She found it very awkward, because she wasn't on the best of terms with him. "Why don't we take this wonderful conversation up to my office?"

His office, Lily thought. A place where he felt in power. Lily knew as soon as she stepped in that office she would feel like a Hogwarts student again, summoned to the Headmaster's office because she turned Snape's hair blue, or something similar. She followed Dumbledore's footsteps. She could also hear his voice introducing the various portraits adorning Hogwarts walls to Harry, who was looking happier than Lily had seen him recently. But it was only twenty-four hours.

Dumbledore didn't wait for an answer, but led the way to his office. Lily walked the familiar steps in silence, Harry by her side. She didn't want to push her own opinions of Dumbledore onto Harry but it was hard. She took a few deep breaths. Dumbledore didn't invent the prophecy; he was just the messenger. The person who said the prophecy was Sybill Trelawney. And according to Dumbledore it was a 'real' prediction.

To her it was only a month ago when Dumbledore told her the news. In reality it was years. It still didn't make it any easier. When Dumbledore first told her, she had thought he was joking. Or Trelawney had recited the prophecy from a book labelled "How to Create Realistic Prophecies: For Dummies" But it sank into her that he wasn't joking.

After all, his eyes hadn't been twinkling. And when Albus Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling, something was wrong.

The rest of the day was a haze of disbelief. And the days after the days were spent in hiding, a month of pure boredom. But why were they waiting for Voldemort's defeat to be able to come out again, if only Harry could defeat him?

In the end they were just waiting for him to come. In the end they were just waiting to die.

She had, hadn't she? Except that she was back and Voldemort was dead. Not really dead, but in some sort of freakish limbo.

Maybe that's what happened to her, they didn't know what to do with her, so they just sent her back. But this wasn't some muggle sci-fi movie. There wasn't some helpful scene telling her what had happened and why. She felt like the answer was like a jigsaw puzzle, the pieces were all there she just needed to put them all together.

Her feet lead her to the stone gargoyle. A wave of fear swept over her. She didn't understand it until she remembered that the last time she had been in Dumbledore's office wasn't the time she turned Snape's hair blue. Dumbledore had summoned her to his office to tell her of the prophecy.

"Lemon Drops." Dumbledore told the gargoyle. The gargoyle jumped aside, revealing a staircase hidden behind it.

"After you." Dumbledore gestured.

Lily was reluctant to go first, so Snape swaggered up first. Lily followed him up. She sat in a chair when something burst into flame. Harry let out a yell of surprise. He had never seen something spontaneously combust before. He fell into his seat. Lily sat down slowly. She had only ever seen Fawkes' rebirth once before…and the first time…well it had seriously frightened her.

"Well, Lily, what did you want to discuss?" Dumbledore asked, while offering around a packet of lemon drops. Lily politely declined, though both Snape and Harry took one.

"Um…Professor…" Harry interrupted, "Your bird just…exploded…"

"Don't worry to much about it Harry, Fawkes will be fine after a few days. Look, you can see him being reborn from the ashes." Harry looked, mystified. He didn't get much of a chance however.

"Tell Harry the prophecy. He has the right to know." Lily demanded.

"I'm not quite sure that is wise, maybe you should wait until he is older."

Lily was just about to reply, but Harry beat her to it.

"What are you keeping from me? Prophecy? There's no such thing…is there?"

Lily was shocked at Harry's discourteous attitude towers the headmaster, but felt oddly proud of him at the same time.

"Twelve years ago, I was interviewing candidates for the divination position." Dumbledore started, Lily felt sure she had heard those same words before, merely a month ago. Harry looked confused, so Lily told him that divination was an elective in third year. Harry nodded in understanding.

" I was just about to give up when I received one final application. A descendant of a celebrated Seer. I agreed to meet her at the Hog's Head, a…less then desirable bar in Hogsmeade. After only a few minutes of interviewing her, I felt for sure she was not right for the job. But just then she fell in a trance. And she said…

" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seven 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…"

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Snape spoke first. "You surely must be jesting…right? Potter can not be the one to vanquish the Dark Lord! That would be…"

"Ironic?" Lily supplied.

Snape fell silent.

Harry spoke up next "…I don't understand…I can't vanquish Voldemort! I mean…I'm just Harry…just famous for something that I can't even remember! I'm so stupid…

"Harry Potter, you are a brilliant and intelligent young man and you can do whatever you want to do! You don't need some 'prophecy' ruling over your life! Dumbledore, I remember when I was twelve, just as young and impressionable as Harry is. You told me that it's not our abilities that make us who we are. You said it was our choices! Where's the choice in this? Kill or be killed! I'm sorry to say, but that is not a choice! What hope does a twelve-year-old boy have against that sadistic old bastard? HE KILLED Dumbledore. HE KILLED ME! I'm not a person who usually runs around in circles looking for revenge, but by God he will pay! He might not be here today, he might not be here tomorrow, but some day he will come back! We've already proved that dead people can come back overnight. Why not Voldemort? I don't know why I'm here Dumbledore, but I feel like it's my mission to get rid of him." Lily hugged Harry fiercely, tears originating from many different emotions falling on her face.

"That prophecy can go to hell for all I care, BECAUSE I AM HARRY'S MOTHER! It's like your sitting at your desk creating a chess set. You already have the table, but you have to carve and shape the pieces. But when you have the pieces you can play the game. You don't care what you have to sacrifice as long as the king comes up on top. And you're the king. Well all I can say is go get some children of your own, so you can ruin their lives for them."

"Because Fate, if there is such a thing, has given me a second chance and I am not screwing up this time! I'm going to be the best mother I can possibly be, and you can not interfere! You are merely the headmaster of my son's school, so things regarding his academical studies or school misbehaviors would be of your concern. But anything he does outside of school time is none of your buisness! Harry is my son, and I, with James…James…" Lily stopped her rant and just sat silent. "James…You look so much like him, you know." Lily mumbled, her hands on Harry's shoulders.

"It's alright Mum…" Harry whispered quitely, as he gave his mother a hug.

"I-I…just…miss him so much…Your father should be here instead of me. I'm a horrible mother." Lily sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks. They landed on Harry's hair, flattening his hair down slightly.

"But you're the only mother I'll ever have. Please don't leave me." Harry said it almost silently, but Lily still heard him.

"I'll never leave you again."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Harry felt warmth fill his heat, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. But it wasn't so long that he had forgotten what it was called.

It was called love.

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This didn't exactly turn out the way imagined. As usual, my hands took over when my brain stopped working. Thanks for reading and PLEASE review. I did say please! And look…there's nothing resembling a cliffie in this chapter!