An hour or so after Harry had arrived back in his and Ron's room, Mrs. Weasley came up and pulled them aside.
"Come down to the kitchen, we have something to tell you." she said simply, and led them to the kitchen.
As they entered, they caught sight of Dumbledore sitting at the head of the table. He nodded as they entered, and the boys nodded back in respect. Harry looked impatiently at the headmaster.
"Hermione is safe right now and will be brought here in a few days," he said, however his blue eyes refused to twinkle. He stared down at his hands.
"Hermione is safe," Harry repeated, relieved.
"But, we have figured that ... well you might want to sit for this." Dumbledore said. As they sat, a small glowing ball peaked their interest.
"Is that a prophesy?" asked Ron curiously.
Dumbledore sighed. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, it is a prophesy," he confirmed.
"It's Hermione's, isn't it?" Harry asked.
He sighed again. "Yes, Mr. Potter, it is concerning Miss Granger," Dumbledore replied.
Then there was silence, until Mrs. Weasley snapped, "Well, you better tell them, Albus."
Harry looked from Dumbledore's exhausted figure sitting at the table, to Mrs. Weasley standing bold as brass in front of the small crowd. He then noticed Lupin, who shook his head at the floor.
Dumbledore sighed, resigned to the task he was to follow through. Just as he took a breath before explaining everything, Ginny entered the room. Before the headmaster had time to say anything, the youngest Weasley interrupted.
"So the prophesy is about Hermione?" she asked.
"Not directly," Dumbledore began, examining his interlaced fingers set upon the scrubbed wooden table.
"Then who is it about?" asked Ron, clearly becoming irritated with the whole ordeal.
"Me," said a voice behind them.
"Krum!" exclaimed Ron.
"Yes," the Bulgarian said, "my parents vere murdered by a pair ov Death Eaters last night, and ven the Order came, they said I could go vith them to a save place." He then paused and looked down at his feet. "They told me Hermy-own-ninny vas missing, and I vas relieved to hear that she vas save."
"But she still needs saving," Dumbledore added, not looking up at the crowd.
The room went quiet at this statement. All eyes were on Dumbledore. He seemed to notice the attention, and when he glanced up, he merely nodded towards a letter lying open before him. Harry picked it up, and as his eyes traveled down the page, his face fell.
"Is it me they want?" he asked Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes met Harry's vibrant green ones. All he did was nod.
As Harry sank into the tall backed chair, Ginny spoke up.
"What are you talking about, 'he's the one they want'?"
Harry shoved the letter towards the red head, and she read it out loud.
"We have her. She and the boy are still alive, unlike their parents. Give us what we want and you can have her back, safe and sound."
"She has a brother?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I sent his letter yesterday," Professor McGonagall said, stepping out of the crowd.
"Her parents are dead?" asked Ron.
"Yes," answered Lupin, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder to keep him from doing anything rash, as his hands were fists. "As you can imagine, it was the Death Eaters' doing."
"Lucius Malfoy, to be exact," added Mad Eye Moody.
"So how are we going to save her?" Harry asked.
"That's where it gets complicated," said Mr. Weasley, pulling out the chair across from Harry, and motioning to the others to do the same. "All the Death Eaters will be waiting for any of us – except one person."
"Who?" Ron asked.
"Are you stupid?" Ginny asked her brother. "Who's the one person here not in or attached to the Order?"
"Me," said Krum, getting up from his place beside Ron, and walking towards Dumbledore.
"And it has everything to do with that prophesy," said Lupin.
"Really," Ron said, not fully accepting it all.
"Yes!" said Ginny emphatically.
"It's all in there," the headmaster said simply.
All eyes were now on the small prophesy.
"How are we going to find out the details of it?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah, how do you open it?" Ron inquired.
Viktor Krum stepped forward. "Like this," he replied, and he brought his fist down on the small golden orb.
At once, a ghostly figure arose from the shattered glass, one that slightly resembled Krum himself, and spoke.
"Mein Enkel speichert das Leben seiner zutreffenden Liebe auf demzehnten Mond seines zwanzigsten Jahres."
The figure disappeared into thin air, leaving all of them confused, except Krum. He was sitting with his head in his hands, pondering the message.
"What did that mean?" Ron asked.
"My grandson will save his true love's life on the tenth moon of his twentieth year," Krum said from behind his hands.
"Sounds deep to me," said an unfamiliar voice from behind them.
The three teenagers spun around as Krum's head jerked up off his hands.
The pretty girl behind them smiled at the all the shocked faces.
"I think you should explain, Oliver," the brown haired girl said to the burly ex-Quidditch captain standing beside her.
He smiled as Harry and Ron beamed at him.
"Welcome back!" the two teens said in unison.
"Thanks," Oliver said, smiling at the two best players on the Gryffindor team.
Ginny was looking quite put out. "So is somebody going to explain what is going on here?" she asked.
"Yes," Oliver promptly replied, turning back to the group at large. "Let me introduce you all to Anastasia Kimberly Hughes."
"But you can call me Sasha," the green eyed girl added.
"Yeah," Oliver continued, "an ex-Slytherin, newly adopted into the Order."
"I'm a spy," she clarified.
"But don't you have to be of age to work for the order?" Ginny asked.
At this inquiry, Sasha gave a little laugh. "I am of age, don't worry."
"She's older than me," Oliver whispered to Ginny.
"Oh," she said, looking at the new member as though seeing her in a different light. "So who are you spying on?"
"That's none of your business," Mrs. Weasley snapped, as Ginny groaned. "It's for the Order, and only the Order, to know."
"But since when are you in the Order?" Harry asked Oliver.
"Since I told them I had the right connections," the athletic 20-year-old replied, with a mysterious smile.
"Then how are you in the Order?" Ron asked Sasha.
She linked arms with Oliver as she replied. "I have a connection."
He smiled down at her, and Harry knew exactly what was going on with those two. Ginny and Ron, however, looked disgusted. They mentally shook themselves, however, when Krum spoke up.
"Vat about this prophesy?" he asked, motioning towards the shattered glass lying upon the table.
"Yeah," Ron said. "What exactly did it mean? Who was that?"
"My grandmother," Krum replied. "She vas a remarkable seer."
"And what did it mean?" Ginny repeated.
"In general," Lupin explained, "it meant that ten months after Mr. Krum's twentieth birthday, he will save his true love's life."
"But Dumbledore said that it had something to do with Hermione," Ron said, "and there was no mention of her in there."
"My true love," Krum said, looking at Ron with an expression of superiority on his face.
Ron glared back at the quidditch star. "You honestly think that Hermione's your true love?" he asked incredulously.
"If the prophesy says so, then yes," replied Krum, not moving his gaze from the red-head's face.
"And what if she's not?" Ron asked. "What if the prophesy is talking about someone completely different?"
Krum was silent for a moment, but then replied simply, "we shall see."
Ron was disgusted. He got up from the table, and determinedly set off for his and Harry's room.