Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were all collected less than an hour later. When they entered Dumbledore's office, Harry was sure he had never seen so many people cramped into what was normally a good-sized space; Lupin was standing around Snape's desk with Moody, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, Trelawney, McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Madam Pomfrey, Professor Flitwick, Mundungus Fletcher, and Bill, Fred, and George Weasley. Harry suddenly noticed Mrs. Weasley, who was standing far in the corner in the dark.

The four students walked to the room and the people standing there cleared away a space for them to walk. Hermione and Ron were all looking around, taking in the different faces, and Ginny was looking at the floor.

"What's going on," asked Harry. "What's this—"

"Potter, one of you is going to have to do us a favor," said McGonagall. "We need the memory from one of your minds."

Harry and the other three all glanced at each other.

"I'll do it," said Harry, pulling out his wand. Professor Lupin moved a little to the left and Harry could see that the pensieve was out on Dumbledore's old desk.

"Focus very hard on the memory, Harry, and put the tip of your wand up to your head, like this," Mr. Weasley said, guiding Harry's arm. "Now pull it out, like a thread."

Harry was still somewhat surprised to see the long, silvery memory dangling from the end of his wand. He placed it in the pensieve and the contents of the bowl swirled. Trelawney, who looked as if she didn't really understand why she was there, gave McGonagall a doubtful look.

"You go first, Harry," said Tonks.

He shot her a terrified look.

"What? Why do I have to go—?"

"We need to make sure what you said is correct, Harry," said McGonagall. "We're all going."

He looked at Lupin and the greying man nodded hopefully.

Harry touched his wand to the memory and had the distinct feeling like he was falling.

Suddenly, he was on the ground on the Quidditch Pitch. He was looking at himself and at the game. Nearby, Hermione and Ginny were talking to each other. Suddenly, Mr. Weasley appeared. Then, right after that, Lupin. Hermione, who was followed by Ron and Ginny, followed Lupin. Then came McGonagall, followed by Snape, Moody, and Trelawney.

Trelawney, still, looked as if she didn't know why she was there, and Harry wondered if maybe it would have been good to tell her what was going on.

"Yeah right," said Allison, one of the Beaters. She walked past them as if they were not there, talking to Marissa. "The closest you're going to get to the Chudley Cannons is that picture of...um...oh, goodness, I can't remember the seekers name...that Ron Weasley keeps on his walls."

"For your information, the seeker..." Marissa's voice faded away as they both walked out of earshot.

Harry turned sharply and spotted Trelawney, who was stumbling towards them.

"How did I...?" wondered Trelawney, disturbed by her own stumbling. Her cheeks turned a little pink.

Harry watched himself. He was still floating somewhere over the goals.

They all backed out of the way as Trelawney came stumbling forward, clutching a bottle of cooking sherry. Harry kept looking back at himself, and apparently his memory-self had finally noticed.

"Completely ignoring—whoops! Oh dear," said Trelawney, dropping the bottle. She bent over slowly and picked it back up.

"Professor? Professor Trelawney?"

Harry watched as Hermione and Ginny came running up. Several other players landed; Ron fell onto the ground right behind him.

"What are you doing out on the field—"

Trelawney grabbed his shoulder and Harry felt it sort of burn as he heard himself shout out. He could still feel the memory of it.

"THE TRANSFORMATION HAS ALREADY BEGUN."

Memory Hermione looked positively shocked.

"THE CHILD BORN IN SEVEN MONTHS TIME TO THE MOTHER UNLOVED BY HER PEERS…SHE WILL BRING INTO THIS EARTH THE HEIR WHO SPARRED THE GREY ONE. HE WILL SUCCEED IN THE BODY OF THE SERVANT WHO HAS RISKED HER LIFE TO THWART HIM AND MINGLED IN THE DARKNESS OF HIS DORMANCY…"

At these words, the memory of Ginny gasped.

"AND SHE WILL DIE IN DESPAIR OR LIE IN BLAIM FOREVER FOR THE FALL OF THE MARKED BOY, THE ONE CALLED CHOSEN…HE WILL FOREVER BE MARKED, BE FOREVER TAINTED…HIS FUTURE WILL BE DECIDED AT THE MERCIFUL HANDS OF HIS FRIE— "

Just as she had done mere hours before, Trelawney hiccuped and was knocked out of it.

Whatever the memory of Trelawney said after that was blocked out by the current Trelawney screaming.

"WHAT? WHAT?"

"Professor, please!" shouted Lupin.

"I think that's all we need to see," said McGonagall, grabbing his shoulder and lifting him out.

Harry fell back from the table. The remaining members of the group inside the pensieve came out, one by one. Fred, George, and Molly Weasley all looked petrified.

"Well?" asked Fred. "Well, what'd it say?"

"I—" started McGonagall. She looked at Harry.

"So it's true?" asked Molly Weasley. "After everything that's happened? Dumbledore, and...and...it's true?"

"Yes," said Harry, quite sure he knew what this prophesy meant. "It's true."

"The Dark Lord?" asked Tonks.

"Oh no," wailed Ginny, clutching her stomach. "No!" She toppled over and fainted just as George was rushing out to catch her.

"Madam Pomfrey, please take Ginny to the hospital wing," McGonagall said, conjuring a stretcher. "Mrs. Weasley?"

Molly Weasley nodded and followed the unconscious girl out the door.

"And she said Oliver Wood, right?" Mr. Weasley asked McGonagall. The old woman nodded frantically.

"Well, then it could be either one of them!" shouted Fred angrily. "The prophesy doesn't say anything about the difference between the two—"

"Professor," said Hermione meekly. "I think it's me..."

Everyone turned, suddenly, looking at her.

"Well, that's what it said, didn't it? That...that...'he will be born to the one unloved by her peers'. Doesn't that mean dirty blood? Ginny's never—I mean, everybody loves Ginny—"

"We can't possibly know that for sure, Hermione," said Moody, although he didn't look all that convinced, even as he said it. Harry, unfortunately, was thinking along the same lines as Hermione.

"But—but Ginny was acting so strange," tried Ron. "Couldn't she—"

"She was pregnant!" added Tonks. "Any girl acts weird when she's pregnant. I'm sure Hermione did!"

Harry thought for a moment that Hermione acted strange in a very different way, but said nothing.

"Well..." tried Ron, glancing at Hermione. She looked crushed, as if nothing anyone could say would change her mind.

"But, we can't possibly know anything for sure," said McGonagall, patting Hermione's shoulder. "The only thing we can do is wait. How long have both girls been pregnant?"

"Nearly the same amount of time," said Ron. "But Ginny wouldn't let anybody near her, so we still don't know for sure if she's telling the truth."

"I think she's telling the truth now," said Lupin. "Now that she knows it's so important."

"Yeah, well..." he shot Hermione a depressed look.

"So...what does this mean?" asked Harry. "How can we defeat him? We can't kill a baby—"

"If that's what it takes to beat him, then that's how it'll have to go—" added Fred.

"What if we get rid of one baby and find out it's the wrong one?" asked McGonagall. "Obviously we can't destroy one perfectly healthy child for the sake of—!"

"Do you have any idea what this means?" hissed Snape. "Dumbledore gave his life—"

"Dumbledore wouldn't have wanted the innocent to be killed, Severus!" screeched McGonagall.

"Dumbledore didn't stand a chance, Minerva. What hope does a teenage girl have?"

At this, Hermione looked horrified and Mr. Weasley grew very pale.

"Hermione, Ron, Harry," he said. "Let's go down to the kitchens and get something to eat, shall we?"

Mr. Weasley, George, and Fred shoved the three students out of the room.