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Chapter 2: The Prophecy

As Harry, Danny and Tanya prepared to board the train that would take them back to school, Neville Longbottom walked past, and Harry's eyes flicked up to the familiar scar on Neville's forehead, and he flashed him a sympathetic smile. Everybody knew what had happened over the summer-poor Neville, to be honest, he was not a good at coping with those situations-Herbology was his subject. The Daily Prophet had had a field day, that Rita Skeeter woman he thought bitterly.

"Harry!" Tanya shouted at him. "Harry! I'm just going to sit with Christine...ok?" Harry just nodded, he knew Christine and Tanya had been best friends since birth-and that Tanya could look after herself.

"Yea, ok-I've got to go to brief the Prefects anyway-er speak to you later-see you Neville" he said as he walked past, into the Head Boy and Girl's carriage. "I wonder who the head girl is" he thought to himself, and just at that moment his question was answered. "Hi Hermione" he gave a grin and waved at her. Hermione, was a beautiful Ravenclaw girl-whom Harry had a crush on- he had done since his fourth year in fact.

"Hiya Harry!" She said "It looks as though you and I will be working together a lot throughout this last year then" Harry just nodded, as Hermione carried on talking about something to do with the Prefects.

"Merlin she is beautiful" he murmured to himself.

"Did you say something Harry?" she asked. Harry blushed a beetroot colour (one that would rival his best friend Ron's) and simply said "Let's just-er-brief the Prefects ok?" She just nodded giving him an odd look, as they both in to the Prefects carriage. Harry waved at his best friend Ron who was sitting there; he gave Harry an odd look, and Harry just looked back confused.

Half an hour later, Ron and Harry went in search of an empty carriage; they had not seen each other in a while, as Harry had been on a family holiday the last two weeks of summer. Ron had said he needed to talk to Harry urgently, which made Harry even more confused-and more to the point worried. They finally found one empty carriage at the end of the train, and Ron practically dragged Harry inside.

"Are you not worried!" Ron asked him, in what Harry felt was an unnecessary tone of voice.

"Er...What are you talking about Ron!" He said, giving his friend a strange look.

"OH MY GOD! YOU DO NOT KNOW! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?" Ron yelled at him "The prophecy you idiot. Do you not read the Prophet?"

Harry shook his head "not recently, after what they did to Neville. My family refuse to read the papers after what happened fourth year, and then last summer. But He is dead right? What are they saying now, that he is going to rise again! And...hold on a minute! Prophecy?"

Ron looked at his friend dumbstruck. He just shook his head and was muttering something under his breath that he could not quite hear.

"Ron-what is it-you have got me really worried now!" Harry said urgently. "If you are talking about the prophecy about Him and Neville-then everybody knows about that by now."

"No, Harry. You really think Neville killed him! With his Defence Skills, come on mate. Neville told me about the prophecy-he said that as I was your best friend, I'd be best to tell. That prophecy could have been talking about another boy. Think about it."

Harry just looked at him, with a look of incomprehension on his face.

"Harry! You are not that stupid SURELY!" He asked "Twelve O.W.L's ad you are telling me that you do not know where I am going with this?"

Harry's mouth and throat had gone dry. He could not even hear what Ron was saying-he was just thinking about the prophecy-July, he was born in July...His parents were in the Order and had defied Him three times-Neville had not defeated Him..."OH MY GOD!" Harry yelled.

"Yea mate, exactly" Ron looked at him with a fearful look on his face. "It looks like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named went after the wrong guy, and I think he knows. Harry-he might come after you-he might try and kill you."