AN: So yeah…I haven't posted in a while…a long while because I had a long summer full of whorish activities, guys, love and other embarrassing things. And through all that I have found the courage to continue this story! This better be good or else ill shoot myself.

So on with the story!

Chapter 5: Stupid Prophecies 2

We entered to find Dumbledore in his most characteristic position: sitting at his desk with his the tips of his finger joined together, elbows resting on the table and an expression of mild curiosity on his face. Harry and I greeted him and sat down in front of the desk. By far the most interesting thing in the room was Fawkes, who immediately flew down from his perch to my shoulder. Awed by the colorful creature, I gently pet his chest feathers while Dumbledore started the conversation.

"Good evening to both of you. Is there any particular reason you are here? I highly doubt you climbed all those stairs to wish an old man goodnight."

"No professor" said Harry, mirroring Dumbledore's polite smile. I couldn't help but be awed by watching the two talk. Here I was with the two most famed people, in both wizarding and muggle world, one of them being my unofficial boyfriend. I mean how could I not be even a little elated by that fact? "We just came, because, well, this morning I was reminded of the second prophecy, and I think I am right in thinking that the person referred to in the prophecy is Constance here, and I was wondering if we could listen to it."

"Quite right. However, I believe that, Constance, if this foretelling does not refer to you I will erase your memory of this night for security reasons that I'm sure you will understand." It took me a while to realize he was talking to me. I was still busy reveling in the fact that for once I wasn't in a dream.

"Oh! Yes sir, I understand" Dumbledore nodded,

"Harry, would you bring the Pensive over here? I'm afraid age is catching up with me." And so Harry got up, walked around to a cupboard behind the desk and received the infamous cauldron of thoughts. Nice ass- I want some! Gimme!

Looking at the Pensive, I was struck by the odd idea of what my Chemistry teacher back home would think of this curious concoction. I mean, it looked neither liquid nor gas. But it definitely couldn't be solid…so what state was it? It was then that I was struck by the way that magic could not be explained logically. It was really annoying. I am one of those people that has to find a way to explain everything in a mathematical or scientific way. One of the reasons I never believed in god, because there was no proof…therefore nothing to explain any sort of presence. But I digress. So it was at that point that I realized I hated the pensive. Well, I didn't hate it, I just didn't like it. It defied my principles, so I pushed it away.

Harry placed the Pensive on the table, and Dumbledore brought out his wand.

"This prophecy was given to me by Professor Trelawny's famous relative. She is a very respected seer. I would visit her once a year and, a year after the first prophecy, I came to visit her and she gave me this."

A figure rose out of the Pensieve that slightly resembled the professor I had just met today, except the seer was much older. Very frail looking, with only a wisp of thin hair and a back curved into a semi-circle, the witch was obviously deceiving death by seconds. The room was silent as she started to speak, and I stared at the floor concentrating on the voice.

The Dark Lord has chosen his opponent

As he has his followers, so the Light will have his own

The Dark Lord has forsaken life

As he has relinguished love, so the Light will have accepted it

Love will prevail above all

Loyalty will prove trust

As the Dark Lord finds this truth, so the Light will find this Love

Faith breeds hope

Hope finds escape

As the Light looses hope, so the Dark Lord will loose his faith

As the Light looses hope, so love will find it's way

As the Light looses hope, so love will aid

As the Light looses hope, so love will prevail above all

And the room was silent.

And I was stunned.

I vaguely remember the first thought in my head: What the fuck

I broke the silence, just because I wanted to hear something other than the snoring paintings.

"So, uh….you guys think this refers to me?"

"yea" there's my loquacious Harry.

"We believe so. This prophecy is of a different style that Sybll's, it must be read into more. Some lines are to be taken literally, other lines are to be taken philosophically. This prophecy was made 12 years ago, and still we are trying to figure it out. We have the basic meaning of it though. It seems that in the absence of love in the Dark Lord's ways, so love will become a strong point in our ways, we believe that we or sometimes Harry, are being referred to as 'Light.' And so it is said that a love will arrive to Harry, at the time that the Dark Lord finds this prophecy and looses hope and that this love will help Harry in his fight, as 'aid.'"

"So, in the prophet today, there was the article that Voldemort had found the second prophecy, and I was trying to think of someone who has just come, and I figured it was you." Very loquacious Harry.

"uuh…but couldn't it also refer to any of the first years? They just arrived too."

"True, but it seems more likely that you would be Harry's love since you seem to have bonded so well." Okay THAT pushed it a bit far. Now I'm being referred to as 'Harry's love'? I mean, he is hot and gorgeous and so shaggable, but calling it love after one day is bit fast for me.

"um, okay." Now I'm the loquacious one, great. "So what am I supposed to do now?"

"Study up! The time will come when your skills might be needed in battle, you must be as prepared as possible. If there's nothing else I can help you two with?"

"No, thanks professor. See you tomorrow."

" Goodbye."

And that was it.

We walked back to our rooms in a VERY awkward silence. Harry kept looking at his feet in a way that said that he was nervous. It was so very cute, I just wanted to kiss away all his worry! Okay, that was bit fluffy for me- kind of scary.

"So what's up?"

"Oh, er…nothing, I just hope that didn't scare you off or anything."

"No, no really, It's fine, I'm just still kind of recovering from Dumbledore calling me 'Harry's love'"

"Yeah, that scared me too."

"Haha, a bit too fluffy of a label for me. Ill stick with 'Harry's girlfriend' for now thanks."

"Works for me." He had stopped to look at me, and I realized we had reached our rooms. Damn- that walk was way too short.

"I'll, um, see you in the morning, I guess." Awww, he is too cute.

"yeah" and just for good measure, I leaned up to kiss him goodnight. Well, okay, not for good measure, I really did want kiss those lips- oh and it was soo good. It was good without tongues! Now there's talent!

I turned around to go in and looked back at him just before closing the door. I almost laughed out loud at him! He was stunned! Haha, it's always good when a woman can stun a man! Oh yeah! Score one for Constance! and in the back of my head, Score ten million for Harry. Oh shut up.