And so, another instalment, using stories created by the genius that is JK Rowling

Chapter 4: The Chosen One

Harry took a seat in his father's office, Neville sitting beside him-looking terrified.

"Good morning boys" James said as they sat down opposite him "well, I suppose you are wondering why you are both here" Harry and Neville, just sat there expectantly, waiting for some kind of explanation, as James pressed on. "Right, well I will just get straight to the point-as you both-well in fact the whole world knows there is a prophecy stating that there is one boy that is the-uh-'chosen one' for want of a better word-"

"Yea dad, and what's all this sh-"

"Don't swear Harry" his dad said, looking mildly amused. "And in answer to your question, yes it does seem that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named DID choose the wrong boy, but he did not count on what happened when he chose Neville" it was here, that James spared Neville a glance, and a brief smile-one which Neville did not return. "When Neville was a baby, his mother died for him-in a way in which, perhaps Lily might have for you Harry, by doing this she ensured that Neville would not die when the inevitable attack happened, that Neville did not die-and as we know the curse rebounded, but at the same time-your mother Harry had sworn to you, knowing that He would, most likely come looking for us at some point, she swore-that she would do anything for you, and that she would die for you. This declaration, imparted some old magic on you Harry, and some protection. And, Harry, although you may not know it-you just by being you, had a big hand in what happened last summer. Neville can not defeat Him Harry, only you can."

Neville, then piped up for the first time in this meeting "but...but...what about ME! Does this mean that I have gone through al of this trouble for nothing? That Harry should be the one with...with THIS on his head, with people constantly staring, whispers, rumours-"

"Not necessarily Neville" cut in James "that is one possibility, but what I think is, Neville-you too have a vital role to play. You were the marked one, and still yes the chosen one-although Harry has the eventual power to destroy him, you are the one with the power to weaken him, you were marked as his equal-and some of his powers were imparted into you-as you know. Although Harry has the ability in Defence Against the Dark Arts-you have the mental agility. You have some of His powers-and now, there are two of you, together-the both of you can bring about the fall of the most powerful dark wizard of all time."

Neville and Harry just sat there, not taking any of this in properly, just staring. Just then, the bell for the changeover-period between classes rang, shaking them out of their reverie.

"I think, that is the signal for you boys to go to class-and I also have some - ah - ickle firsties to teach-do not hesitate to come and talk to me if you need to." And with that, both Harry and Neville got up and left, in silence, descending the spiral staircase and leaving for their respective destinations.

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Harry ran into the Gryffindor Common Room, and collided with a table, almost knocking over a goblet of pumpkin juice. "Hey, Ron-you were right mate-I can't believe this." Ron stared at him open mouthed as Harry told him the story-both of them glad they had a free period now. After Harry had finished telling the story, Ron was amazed-and kept asking Harry questions to go over the finer points (not that even Harry himself knew mot of them) and by the time they had to go down to potions, Harry must have told the story about a hundred times.

Down in the dungeons, Harry waited outside, with the rest of his seventh year group-which, Harry noted was significantly smaller this year with the absence of Ernie, Malfoy and that Zabini kid (as Harry like to refer to him.)

"Harry" his heart leapt-it was Hermione, he turned round to face her-and she gave him that toothy grin that he had admired so much over the last few years "we need to sort out the Quidditch games for this season-did you want to meet me in the Head boy and girls quiet room at about, seven?" Harry simply nodded-his stomach churning "right-and oh can I sit with you and er...your friend this lesson?" she asked, flapping her hand at Ron-whilst not taking this big, brown eyes from Harry's face.