"I glanced nervously to Dumbledore, hoping for some kind of explanation. The silence of the room seem to echo from every isle, I ached for some kind of sound to shatter the stillness but none came, even the blue burning candles did not crackle nor flicker. Nervously I brought my hand up to the softly glowing sphere, my mind flickering back to when I was watching Harry do the exact same thing only months ago, my fingers closed around the warm orb as I gently removed it from the shelf.
It glowed delicately in my hands as I ran my fingers over its smooth surface.
"I was wondering how we were going to take Sirius' prophecy from the shelf" I whispered, more to myself than Dumbledore, eyes still hypnotized by the enchanting orb.
"Are you sure you want to know the prophecy?" Dumbledore asked me softly.
I nodded without thinking, like something else was in control. Then, as if I had a shock sent through my body, I realized what was happening.
"Not here though, let's go." I spoke, taking off my jacket and wrapping the orb in it. I was freezing, but it didn't seem to matter. Dumbledore once again led the way through the ministry until we reached the exit."

"Dumbledore suggested we go here, to Grimmuald place, he knew nobody but the order would be here, so we decided it would be a safe bet. This time we traveled by floo powder via one of the ministry's fires in the hallway. We came through the fire from the living room, although it was very much dead. The place looked as though no one had touched in it years, let alone months, even Dumbledore seemed surprised that none of the order had been here since Sirius' death.
"The only light was coming from the fire; the room was small and desolate, with only an old table in the center. I brushed down a cold chair and carefully sat down, still tenderly holding the sphere. Dumbledore followed my movements and waited patiently as I delicately unwrapped the orb from my jacket. It lay on the table, perfectly still, casting a dim blue light on the wood beneath it, just waiting to tell its secrets.
"If you want me to leave?" Dumbledore asked humbly, I quickly shook my head and swallowed,
"No, please stay. How do you...?" I asked, not finding the words to complete my sentence but indicating down towards the orb.
"Place your hands on the top, close your eyes and announce with all honesty that you are Hermione Granger and you wish to view the prophecy." Dumbledore said softly.

Taking a deep breath in I reached out my hands, they looked pale strange basked in the orb's glow. I clasped them around the orb and closed my eyes.
"I am Hermione Granger and I wish to see mine and Sirius' prophecy, please." I spoke strongly, even though inside I was trembling with what I might find.
Suddenly the sphere began to move in my hands, I quickly brought them up as the top of the sphere spiraled upwards to release a pearly white phantom."
"It was a young woman dressed in what looked like ancient robes, here eyes were closed and her hair gently flickering backwards, as though there was a breeze blowing directly at her. Her spectre cast a white light around the room and I looked on, amazed as she opened her mouth to speak.
" Her voice was empty, no- not empty, just ... Not full. She spoke in a harsh whisper, prolonging her words as though she were forcing the last of the life to come out of her.

 "Sirius Black will be defeated by the powers of the dark lord...Swallowed by the blanket of demise... One will save him...She will take with her the light of Ohallow into the place of doom... one born with magic in her own right, without rivalries...friend to the dark lord's hate... Only she will enter into the veil alive in soul..."

I stared as the woman seeped back into the orb, which then spiraled back into the perfect sphere it once was. The glowing light left the room, and I was left sitting, in complete amazement of what had just been spoken.