Albus Dumbledore sat behind his large oak desk, rifling through the papers that Fudge had been sending. It seemed as though he still prized Ablus's knowledge, especially now that Voldemort had returned. Dumbledore let out a long sigh, absent-mindedly stroking his beard when a knock on his door jarred him from his thoughts.

The head of Sybil Trelawney peeked out from being it. "You called for me Albus?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes Sybil," he replied gently, "Have a seat." He waited patiently as Sybil made her way over to the plush red chair before his desk. "I was simply wondering if your were feeling alright, you seemed quite under the weather the past few days."

"Have I?" She asked, slightly dazed. Dumbledore nodded, "I hadn't noticed. But is suppose I haven't been feeling quite myself…" She paused, " I constantly have this feeling in the back of my mind…" her eyes started to glaze over as Dumbledore leaned in, for he knew this was a sign that Sybil was about to make a real prediction, "something is getting closer…closer…" her voice suddenly dropped. Her mouth opened as a voice not her own spoke

Closer and closer, the dove draws near,

And soon the raven will know no fear.

And where upon these two shall meet,

A once great evil, they'll defeat.

Where once was light now is dark,

Held inside the lightning mark.

Living a life that neither wants,

With a past that always haunts.

Hair so black with eyes so green,

He holds great anger, yet she's serene.

Hair of brown, and eyes of blue,

Holds the love that is so true.

No mere mortal shall know her spell,

Only the one she loves so well.

Yet of her role he does not know,

Still through much doubt their love will grow.

Far away they keep each other,

For fear their love will harm another.

Yet harm another they must do,

To rid the world of evil's hue.

Beyond the danger lies the truth,
of the champion with forgotten youth.
Powered by the light of love,

She will help him rise above.

Albus leaned back into his chair, Sybil starting to come around. She would remember nothing of this incident of course. She blinked a few times before returning her attention to the man in front of her. "I'm sorry Albus, I seem to have spaced out for a moment there."

"It's quite alright Sybil, why don't you go get some rest, after all, school will be starting tomorrow, and we need all our teacher at the top of their game, hmm?"

"Yes, yeas of course." She rose from the chair and headed out the door, be it a little more alert than she had been when she entered.

Dumbledore waited a few moments after Sybil left before getting up and hurrying to his Pensieve dresser. He pulled open the last draw, revealing a golden bowl with liquid gold inside. He tapped his wand to his temple, drawing out a silver thread of thought, and placed it into the gold. Within moments, a glass sphere manifested swirling with a bright silver white light. Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, the prophesy had been preserved, now all that was left to do was to send it to the Department of Mysteries…and make a copy for himself…just in case.

He held the sphere between his hands levitating it slightly as he prepared the copying when there was yet another knock on his door. He placed the sphere delicately in his draw and resumed his seat at his desk, "Come in!" he called, and Firenze entered, "Yes Firenze?"

"I didn't mean to disturb you Albus, but I was just wondering if I am to continue as the Divination teacher. I understand that I was required when Professor Umbridge was here and when Professor Trelawney went on sabbatical last year to "reconnect with her inner eye", but I wasn't sure about this year seeing as how she is back."

Dumbledore nodded, " Yes, well, Sybil has not been the same since Umbridge was here, I believe that resuming all of her old classes will be too much for her. I was curious if you would be willing to take on half of her classes. She would teach palm reading, crystal balls, tealeaves, and the usual; while you would be in charge of fortunes through the stars and occurrences in nature? How is that?"

"Excellent Professor," Firenze replied, smiling, "To be honest I was never really good at palm reading or tea leaves, that sort of thing. Um…when would I…"

He was cut off when a meek voice called from behind the office door…"Uncle Dumbledore?" The door opened to reveal a timid girl of about 17 year of age. Her straight plain brown hair that fell just below her shoulders was pulled into a ponytail held in place by a white ribbon. She was wearing a silver tank top and pants with a gold trim and a golden bathrobe. "Oh…I'm sorry Uncle Dumbledore, I didn't know you were with someone, I'll wait out…"

"It's quite alright Amelia," he paused for a moment before turning to Firenze, "This is my niece, Amelia Matthews; Amelia, this is Firenze the divination instructor through researching the stars."

Firenze nodded, as did Amelia, "Nice to meet you," she said, "I've always enjoyed stellar predictions, I find them to be the most accurate, aside from fire readings."

Firenze looked shocked at this, "You can do fire readings," Amelia nodded to this rare talent, "and you know of stellar predictions?"

"Yes," she replied softly, "In fact, I was just looking at the stars before, have you noticed that mars has been unusually bright lately…I think the war is coming faster than we all thought it would, but that's not all, Venus and the dog star are also unusually bright."

Firenze starred, but was jarred out of his thoughts when Amelia cleared her throat, "Um, uncle, I was wondering if professor Trelawney is alright, I saw her in the hall and she seemed dazed…"

"Ah, yes, she's fine Amelia, no need to worry. I have a feeling that she will be feeling like her old self in no time."

"Oh, that's good…Um…well I just came by to say good night, so…good night uncle Dumbledore, nice to meet you Professor Firenze," she headed out of the room, shutting the door behind her but not before turning to the last person in the room, blue eyes sparkling behind her line gray wire rim glasses, "Hat" she said.

"Matthews" it replied as she left. The hat turned to Dumbledore, "Like Grandfather, like Granddaughter, eh Albus?"

"Granddaughter?" questioned Firenze, "I thought she was your niece?"

"Well, she is my granddaughter, but when she calls me that it makes me feel too old, so I asked her to call me her uncle. I believe it is also more comfortable for her; I don't think she believes that an odd old man such as myself could ever be a grandfather."

"I see."

"As for your schedule, how is every other week for you. Sybil will teach the 2nd, 4th, and 6th year students one week while you teach the 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 7th years, and you rotate."

"That's good for me, thank you Professor Dumbledore." Firenze stated politely as he left the room.

Dumbledore waited a few more moments before walking over to his Pensieve dresser, and slowly opening the bottom draw. He took out the glowing sphere, levitating it between his hands, creating an identical copy of it. He went back to his desk in order to fill out a message for the Department, and called Fawkes to him. He gently strapped the sphere to the phoenix and sent it off, watching him fly off into the night. He sighed, walking back to his desk, he picked up the copy sphere and played it. He listened intently to the prophecy hoping to find any clues at all.

So far all he knew was that it involved Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the one who had defeated Voldemort as well as escaped him numerous times. That much was obvious, after all, Harry was the only boy Dumbledore knew of that had black hair, green eyes, and a lightning scar. Not to mention the part about once was light now is dark, ever since Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries Harry had been disconnected somehow. He seemed more distant and closed off; even Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were having trouble reaching him.

But the girl, brown hair, blue eyes…well that could be anyone, anyone on earth. How was he supposed to pick out who she was out of the billions of people on the planet? Dumbledore sighed, rubbing his eyes; he looked at a picture of Amelia, his Amelia, the only thing he had left of his family. The picture was very different from any other one in the castle, for it did not move; Dumbledore would not have been able to take seeing those in the picture smiling and waving at him day after day. It was taken six years ago, only a few months before her parents were killed. Yet the girl in the picture would not know this, she was forever immortalized in the loving embrace of her parents. The picture contained Amelia holding her unicorn, Aya, only a baby then, her parents holding her from behind. Her eyes sparkled with life and hope. The same sparkle Emily had, Dumbledore thought to himself, remembering his daughter Emily and her husband Ian, the only man Dumbledore trusted with her.

He looked at Amelia, still holding Aya as she would forever. She had just cut her brown hair, it was curled for that special event, her birthday. He remembered that day, Emily had gotten her a unicorn because Amelia had just gotten glasses, which still could not dim the blue of her eyes…

WAIT Dumbledore thought; brown hair…blue eyes…full of hope…could it? No, it can't be…or could it? Could the prophecy be speaking of Amelia?

No, impossible…

Amelia rushed though the halls of Hogwarts, she had to put the books her uncle had let her read back in his office before the sorting ceremony. "Yeah," she thought, "like that would happen."

The sun had set and the students would be arriving any minute…strike that, they were here. Amelia groaned as a group of Slytherins entered the great hall, a boy with blond hair (three guesses who) running right into her, making her drop all her books. She let out an exasperated sigh before kneeling down to pick up the old books, everyone walking around her, not bothering to stop and help.

"Stupid Slytherins…no respect…no consideration…no apology…no I don't need any help with the books…" As she said that last part to herself the last book she needed was held in front of her. She looked up; blue eyes met green and locked together. She slowly reached out for the book, not breaking eye contact with the black haired boy. They both stood slowly, hands still on the book yet not touching, eyes never wandering…