Warning: Bree stabs a couple of guys, so there's a little bit of blood.

Warning 2: Many Death Eaters were harmed in the making of this chapter.


Bree held her head with one hand and the glass orb in the other. Something had slammed straight into the barrier around her mind. It stopped its assault as soon it the barrier. This person wasn't the one the orb was meant for. She wasn't the Doctor, but had a bit of the Doctor in her head. This left Bree as befuddled and confused as thing medical whatever-it-was. She heard voices, but they sounded far away.

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo."

Bree was leaning heavily against one of the shelves. She stumbled forward to the end of the rows. Her friends were surrounded by a group of Death Eaters. Someone grabbed her and shoved her into the circle. Neville caught her as she tripped.

"What did you do to her?" Harry demanded, he sounded so very far away.

"Nothing. The foolish girl grabbed a prophecy that wasn't meant for her. The only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him." " A familiar voice answered. Bree looked up. Lucy. Lucy-us. Lucius. Bree closed her eyes, her head hurt so much. Neville shook her shoulders.

"Bree, look at me!" he sounded panicked. The orb slipped from Bree's fingers and smashed on the floor. Everyone, even the Death Eaters, stared in surprise as a small figure, pale as one of the Hogwarts ghosts and as fluid as smoke, unfurled itself from the remains of the orb. It looked just like Bree and it recited the same poem that Bree had said during her Divination exam.

"Tick-tock goes the clock. And what then shall we see?

Tick-tock until the day. That thou shalt marry me?

Tick-tock goes the clock. And all the years they fly.

Tick-tock and all too soon, you and I must die.

Tick-tock goes the clock. He cradled and he rocked her.

Tick-tock goes the clock. Even for the Doctor."

Bree let out a giggle. That wasn't the whole poem. She decided to finish it. in a somewhat childish and demented singsong sort of way.

"Tick-tock goes the clock. And what now shall we play?

Tick-tock goes the clock. Now summer's gone away.

Tick-tock goes the clock. And all the years they fly.

Tick-tock and all too soon. Your love will surely die.

TIck-tock goes the clock. He cradled and he rocked her.

Tick-tock goes the clock. Till River kills the Doctor.

Tick-tock goes the clock. Tick-tock goes the clock. Tick-tock goes the clock.

Doctor brave and good. He turned away from violence.

When he understood. The Falling of the Silence."

Tick tock goes the clock, He gave all he could give her.

Tick tock goes the clock, Now prison waits for River."

Bree laughed into Neville's robes.

"You know there's an entire row dedicated to him." She said as she stared straight at Lucius. "The Doctor, I mean." She let out a giggle.

"The most recent orb had my initials on it and I just had to find out why, and now my brains all scrambled." She giigled again and swayed dangerously on her feet. Neville and Luna each grabbed an arm to steady her.

"It's so stupid!" Bree exclaimed. "I'm not the one who came up with the poem I just heard the echo and echoed it back!" The Death Eaters were watching her in a curious sort of way. Bree wasn't the reason they had come to the Ministry, but if she was a seer she might prove valuable.

"Then who came up with the poem?" Lucius asked.

Bree tilted her head to the side. "Don't know. It just echoes. Through time and space, so that one it will reach him. The Doctor. It's not the only echo, there are so many, and I'm not the only one who hears them! There's a whole row full of echoes, just for him. I can guess what they are. Everything from the Bad Wolf and the Darkness to the Pandorica and the Fall of the Eleventh." Bree giggled again.

"It's all there, sitting on those, shelves, waiting for a man that will never come to collect them. He doesn't need them. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's the man that can make whole armies turn and run at the mention of his name. He's a legend. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings a storm in his wake." She grinned.

"And you know what? He's not here right now. He's not here… because you're not important. You and that megalomaniac you follow, you're not a big enough to get his attention. You're not enough of a threat for him to come and stop you when you and the problems you cause can easily be taken care of by someone else." Bree said.

"Enough of this!" snarled the only woman among the Death Eaters. She raised her wand.

"DO NOT ATTACK!" Lucius shouted. "If you smash it…"

"I know Sirius is here," said Harry. "I know you've got him!"

More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all.

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."

"Go on, then," said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the five wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna rose on either side of him. Bree, no longer needing Luna and Neville's support, could only grin. The magic that protected the orbs was powerful. It hadn't broken Bree's mind as was intended, but had shaken it up enough that Bree couldn't think normally, well normal for her anyway. As a result, the Not-Bree had more influence over Bree's actions than she should have.

The Death Eaters did not strike.

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," said Malfoy coolly.

It was Harry's turn to laugh.

"Yeah, right!" he said. "I give you this - prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked: "Accio proph—"

Harry was just ready for her: he shouted "Protego!" before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter," she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. "Very well, then -"

"I TOLD YOU, NO!" Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman.

The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow.

"You need more persuasion?" she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Very well - take the smallest one," she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. "Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."

The others close in around Ginny; Harry stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest.

"You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," he told Bellatrix. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?"

She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth.

"So," said Harry, "what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?"

"What kind of prophecy?" repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. "You jest, Harry Potter."

"Nope, not jesting," said Harry, his eyes flicking from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. "How come Voldemort wants it?"

Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses.

"You dare speak his name?" whispered Bellatrix.

"Yeah," said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. "Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol—"

"Shut your mouth!" Bellatrix shrieked. "You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare -"

"Did you know he's a half-blood too?" said Harry recklessly.

"Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle - or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?"

"STUPEF—"

"NO!"

A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it; his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered.

Two figures unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak; their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts.

"… at the solstice will come a new…" said the figure of an old, bearded man.

"DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"

"He dared - he dares -" shrieked Bellatrix incoherently, "he stands there - filthy half-blood -"

"WAIT UNTIL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!" bawled Malfoy.

"… and none will come after…" said the figure of a young woman.

The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Nothing remained of them or their erstwhile homes but fragments of glass upon the floor. They had, however, given Harry an idea. The problem was going to be conveying it to the others.

"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over," he said, playing for time. He moved his foot slowly sideways, feeling around for someone else's.

"Do not play games with us, Potter," said Malfoy.

"I'm not playing games," said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone's toes and pressed down upon them. A sharp intake of breath behind him told him they were Hermione's.

"What?" she whispered.

"Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy sneered.

"I - what?" said Harry. And for a moment he quite forgot his plan. "What about my scar?"

"What?" whispered Hermione more urgently behind him.

"Can this be?" said Malfoy, sounding maliciously delighted; some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, Harry hissed to Hermione, moving his lips as little as possible, "Smash shelves -"

"Dumbledore never told you?" Malfoy repeated.

"Of course he didn't." Bree replied.

"- when I say now-"

"Knowledge is power. Dumbledore keeps the knowledge to himself so that he can keep all of the power, and when someone has knowledge that he doesn't have he rips it from their mind." Bree paused for a moment.

"Well, he tries to anyway. Which is a crime, but I didn't report it, 'cause, you know, it would have given the Ministry a legitimate reason to take over the school, and you know, Dumbledore was he lesser of two evils." She said.

"You're lying." Ginny spoke up. "There's no way that Dumbledore would do something like that." Bree gave her a bored stare.

"If you want to believe that, I won't stop you. You can just make up your own reason why Dumbledore can't contact me without a lawyer present." Bree turned back to the Death Eaters.

"We seem to have gotten a bit off topic, haven't we?" she said. "You were saying Lucy?"

Lucius blinked. Bree's behavior was more off-putting than usual because of her addled mind. "Er…"

"Something about a prophecy about Harry, that Harry didn't know about. Hey, why's your boss interested in a prophecy about Harry anyway?" Bree asked.

"About both of them, Smith, about both of them… haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill him as a baby?"

Harry stared into the slitted eye-holes through which Malfoy's grey eyes were gleaming. Was this prophecy the reason Harry's parents had died, the reason he carried his lightning-bolt scar? Was the answer to all of this clutched in his hand?

"Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me?" he said quietly, gazing at Lucius Malfoy, his fingers tightening over the glass sphere in his hand. It was hardly larger than a Snitch and still gritty with dust. "And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?"

"Get it himself?" shrieked Bellatrix, over a cackle of mad laughter. "The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors."

"So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?" said Harry. "Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it - and Bode?"

"Very good, Potter, very good…" said Malfoy slowly.

"So this whole thing was a trap?" Bree was loving the situation, the words weren't hers but they slipped off her tongue so easily. "Didn't anyone ever tell you? There's one thing you never put in a trap, if you're smart. If you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there's one thing you never, ever put in a trap... Me. REDUCTO!" Her spell hit a shelf in row nineddsy ty-six and it swayed as the orbs burst.

"NOW!" Harry yelled.

Five different voices behind him bellowed, "REDUCTO!" Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit; the towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor.

"TIME TO GO!" Bree exclaimed as the shelves swayed precariously and more glass spheres began to fall from above. Bree laughed madly as she ran, her arms over her head as chunks of shelf and shards of glass thundered down.

Bree found her path blocked by Death Eaters and ducked through the first door she found instead trying to get to the room with all of the clocks and the bell jar.

"Colloportus!" she exclaimed. The door sealed itself with an odd squelching noise. She turned around and froze in shock. Even in her altered state of mind she could still recognize a threat when she saw one, and right now she saw two. The room was brightly lit, though there was no discernible source. In the middle of the room there were two of the most dangerous beings in the universe. Weeping Angels.

Bree stared for a moment, then burst out laughing, causing her to look away from the Angels. They didn't move, they were trapped, staring at each other. Unless someone moved one of them or the light went out they would be stuck like that forever, or until they starved to death.

Bree approached the Angels. "I guess not all wizards are oblivious." She said as she examined them. "You two must have been here a long time. You're starting to crumble. You must be starving." She giggled. "I bet you would love to be able to send me to the past and eat up all of my remaining days."

She moved away from the Angels and examined the shelves that lined the walls. Cyberman helmet, drawing of a Dalek, Auton hand, drawing of the Doctor's TARDIS, jar of Vashta Nerada… wait, what was that? Yep, that was definitely a jar of Vashta Nerada, with a sign that read: DO NOT OPEN! YOU WILL DIE! If someone you with opens this jar, run. No, seriously run if you don't want to get eaten. Preferably while screaming "The Vashta Nerada are loose, run for your lives!" so that no one else gets eaten and we can send someone to recapture them. Thank you.

Bree picked up the jar. It looked like it contained a shadow. Then Two Death Eaters walked in from another door.

"Hi, there! I'm holding a jar full of dangerous things if that sign in to be believed." She said before the two men could attack. "What do you think will happen if it breaks?" The Death Eaters looked at the sign, then at the jar, then at Bree.

"Of course I know what will happen if the jar breaks, a ravenous swarm will be released and it will devour the closest living being. The sign recommends that the survivors run away screaming." The Death Eaters shifted nervously.

Bree grinned. "So, who wants to attack me?" Neither Death Eater moved. "Oh come on. I the jar breaks you won't feel a thing. They'll render you to a pile of bones in a nano-second. Probably less then that I they've been here as long as the Weeping Angels over there. Bet they're starving. Almost feel sorry for them, I should feed them." She looked at the Death Eaters. "You two have a lot meat on your bones. Who's hungry!" she through the jar at them.

The Death Eaters dove to catch it. They missed and the jar hit floor, but it didn't break. Bree giggled and stunned the two of them before they could get up. "A jar containing something that dangerous, did you really think they wouldn't make it unbreakable?" she asked the two unconscious men. She walked over to them and snapped their wands. She pulled a sliver dagger out of her boot.

"Silver dagger. Good for all sorts of supernatural baddies, and for severing the Achilles tendon." Bree explained before stabbing each of them through one of their ankles. "Now even if your friends find you and wake you up you won't be able to escape. Good luck with your limps." And with that Bree left through a different door than the one she came in through.

She was back in the circular room they had started in. The others were all there and everyone except Luna was injured. Hermione was unconscious.

"Where's Bree?" Harry asked.

"Here I am." Bree replied.

"Harry," said Ron, giggling weakly, lurching forwards, seizing the front of Harry's robes and gazing at him with unfocused eyes, "there you are… ha ha ha… you look funny, Harry… you're all messed up…"

Ron's face was very white and something dark was trickling from the corner of his mouth. Next moment his knees had given way, but he still clutched the front of Harry's robes, so that Harry was pulled into a kind of bow.

"Ginny?" Harry said fearfully. "What happened?"

But Ginny shook her head and slid down the wall into a sitting position, panting and holding her ankle.

"I think her ankle's broken, I heard something crack," whispered Luna, who was bending over her and who alone seemed to be unhurt. "Four of them chased us into a dark room full of planets; it was a very odd place, some of the time we were just floating in the dark -"

"Harry, we saw Uranus up close!" said Ron, still giggling feebly. "Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus - ha ha ha -"

A bubble of blood grew at the corner of Ron's mouth and burst.

"- anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny's foot, I used the Reductor Curse and blew up Pluto in his face, but…"

Luna gestured hopelessly at Ginny, who was breathing in a very shallow way, her eyes still closed.

"And what about Ron?" said Harry fearfully, as Ron continued to giggle, still hanging off the front of Harry's robes.

"I don't know what they hit him with," said Luna sadly, "but he's gone a bit funny, I could hardly get him along at all."

"Harry," said Ron, pulling Harry's ear down to his mouth and still giggling weakly, "you know who this girl is, Harry? She's Loony… Loony Lovegood… ha ha ha "

"We've got to get out of here," said Harry firmly. "Luna, can you help Ginny?

"Yes," said Luna, sticking her wand behind her ear for safekeeping, then putting an arm around Ginny's waist and pulling her up.

"It's only my ankle, I can do it myself!" said Ginny impatiently, but next moment she had collapsed sideways and grabbed Luna for support.

"Apparently, you can't." Bree commented. Ginny glared at her for a moment, then her eyes widened in shock.

"Is that bloody knife?" she asked.

Bree looked down at her hand. "Why no, it's a bloody dagger!" she exclaimed. "Why do I have that? Oh, I stabbed a couple of guys with it, that's why." She nodded to herself.

Harry pulled Ron's arm over his shoulder just as. He looked around: they had a one in twelve chance of getting the exit right first time -

He heaved Ron towards a door; they were within a few feet of it when another door across the hall burst open and three Death Eaters sped in, led by Bellatrix Lestrange.

"There they are!" she shrieked.

Stunning Spells shot across the room: Harry smashed his way through the door ahead, flung Ron unceremoniously from him and ducked back to help Neville in with Hermione: they were all over the threshold just in time to slam the door against Bellatrix.

"Colloportus!" shouted Harry, and three bodies slam into the door on the other side.

"It doesn't matter!" said a man's voice. "There are other ways in - WE'VE GOT THEM, THEY'RE HERE!"

Harry span around; they were back in the Brain Room and, sure enough, there were doors all around the walls. He could hear footsteps in the hall behind them as more Death Eaters came running to join the first.

"Luna - Neville – Bree- help me!"

The four of them tore around the room, sealing the doors as they went; Harry crashed into a table and rolled over the top of it in his haste to reach the next door:

"Colloportus!"

There were footsteps running along behind the doors, every now and then another heavy body would launch itself against one, so it creaked and shuddered; Luna and Neville were bewitching the doors along the opposite wall - then Luna cried: "Collo—aaaaaaaaargh…"

He turned in time to see her flying through the air; five Death Eaters were surging into the room through the door she had not reached in time; Luna hit a desk, slid over its surface and on to the floor on the other side where she lay sprawled and still.

"Get Potter!" shrieked Bellatrix, and she ran at him; he dodged her and sprinted back up the room; he was safe as long as they thought they might hit the prophecy -

"Hey!" said Ron, who had staggered to his feet and was now tottering drunkenly towards Harry, giggling. "Hey Harry, there are brains in here, ha h a ha, isn't that weird, Harry?"

"Ron, get out of the way, get down -"

But Ron had already pointed his wand at the tank.

"Honest, Harry, they're brains - look -Accio brain!"

The scene seemed momentarily frozen. Harry, Bree, Ginny and Neville and each of the Death Eaters turned in spite of themselves to watch the top of the tank as a brain burst from the green liquid like a leaping fish: for a moment it seemed suspended in midair, then it soared towards Ron, spinning as it came, and what looked like ribbons of moving images flew from it, unraveling like rolls of film-

"Ha ha ha, Harry, look at it -" said Ron, watching it disgorge its gaudy innards, "Harry come and touch it; bet it's weird -"

"RON, NO!"

Harry did not know what would happen if Ron touched the tentacles of thought now flying behind the brain, but he was sure it would not be anything good. He darted forwards but Ron had already caught the brain in his outstretched hands.

The moment they made contact with his skin, the tentacles began wrapping themselves around Ron's arms like ropes.

"Harry, look what's happen— No - no - I don't like it - no, stop - stop -"

But the thin ribbons were spinning around Ron's chest now; he tugged and tore at them as the brain was pulled tight against him like an octopus's body.

"Diffindo!" yelled Harry, trying to sever the feelers wrapping themselves tightly around Ron before his eyes, but they would not break. Ron fell over, still thrashing against his bonds.

"Harry, it'll suffocate him!" screamed Ginny, immobilized by her broken ankle on the floor – then a jet of red light flew from one of the Death Eater's wands and hit her squarely in the face. She keeled over sideways and lay there unconscious.

"STUBEFY!" shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione's wand at the oncoming Death Eaters, "STUBEFY, STUBEFY!"

But nothing happened.

One of the Death Eaters shot their own Stunning Spell at Neville; it missed him by inches. Harry, Bree, and Neville were now the only ones left fighting the five Death Eaters, two of whom sent off streams of silver light like arrows which missed but left craters in the wall behind them.

A gunshot rang though the air. One of the Death Eaters cried out in pain and fell to the floor. Everyone, who was not unconscious, being attacked by a brain or suffering from a gunshot wound, turned to the source of the noise, there was Aunt Lisa in one of the unsealed doorways, holding a gun. Her back-up rushed in. A brunette witch rushed to assist Ron, and a blond haired witch, a wizard with graying hair, and a brown haired muggle carrying medical equipment, dashed to help Luna, Hermione and Ginny. Bree recognized some of the faces that were rushing in to fight the Death Eaters, like Otto, Unvle Vince, Ben, Tonks, Sirius, Remus, Moody, and Shacklebolt.

"Sirius!" Harry called out.

"Take the prophecy and get out of here!" Sirius called as more Death Eaters ran intothe room to help their fellows.

"Time to run!" Bree shouted, grabbing Neville had Harry and pulling them through one of the unsealed doors.

"And we're back in the clock ro… Why is there a man with the head of a baby? I'm pretty sure there was no baby-headed man when I was here before, kind of hard to miss that. At the cabinet wasn't smashing itself to bits and repairing itself over and over." Bree rambled. "Was there a fight in here?"

"Yes. And now we need to go this way." Harry said as her grabbed Bree's shoulders and steered her out of the room.

They were back in the circular room with all the doors.

They could hear the sounds of fighting behind the sealed door.

"Will the others be alright?" Harry asked, staring at the door.

"They're probably being prepped for evacuation even as we speak." Bree replied.

"What do be do bow?" Neville asked.

"That's easy." Bree said stepping forward. "Show me the exit!" she shouted, pointing at the door in front of her. The door spun around again. When it stopped, Bree opened the door she was left pointing at. It was the exit.

"How to you do know to do that?" Harry asked as they left the Department of Mysteries.

Bree laughed. "I didn't!" They ran down the hallway to the lift.

When they got to the Atrium, they stopped by the fountain to catch their breath.

"Well, at least now there's no way Voldemort's going to get the prophecy." Harry stated.

"Are you sure about that, Potter?" said a high cold voice.

Tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring… Lord Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointing at Harry who stood frozen, quite unable to move. Neville's eyes were wide with fear. Earlier in the day Bree might have been more apprehensive, might have remembered the pain of the Cruciatus, but right now she didn't. She giggled.

"So the boss shows up to finish what his minions started. It's so hard to find good help these days." She said.

"Hand over the prophecy, Potter, and I won't make you watch your friends die where they stand." Voldemort stated.

"So you'll kill him first then?" Bree inquired. She snatched the orb from Harry's hand.

"If you attack, I'll smash the orb. If more of your minions show up and attack, I'll smash the orb. If you move towards me, I'll smash the orb." She said as she walked around the fountain, pulling Harry and Neville along with her so the the fountain was between them and Voldemort. "So really, all of your options result in a smashed orb." She stated as she focused on her magic reserves, putting it all together so use it all at once for one powerful spell.

"Reducto." The spell had more power behind it than any other spell Bree had ever cast. When it hit the fountain there was an explosion followed by a geyser of water. Bree ran for the fireplaces that ran along one wall and got Neville and Harry to do the same.

"Number Twelve Grimmald Place!"


Bree groaned as she stumbled out of the fireplace.

"Well that just made my headache worse." She muttered. She flopped onto a couch in the sitting room and buried her face in the cushions.

"Er, are you alright?" Harry asked, slumping into a nearby chair. "You've been acting strangely ever since you touched that orb."

Bree turned her head so she could look at Harry. "My mind has been shaken like a snow globe and I'm pretty sure something came loose." She stated. She rolled over onto her back and held up the prophecy orb.

"All that trouble over this thing." She said. She tossed it to the floor. The glass smashed and out came the figure of Professor Trelawney.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

There was a moment of silence.

"That's why Voldemort wants you dead? Seriously?" Bree asked incredulously.

"That could hab been be." Neville murmured.

"So I have to be the one to defeat Voldemort." Harry said.

"Not necessarily." Bree replied.

"But the prophecy-" Harry began to protest, but was cut off by Bree.

"Is just a bunch of words. People use words like "fate" and "destiny" when they don't want to take responsibility for their own lives. By saying that you're fated to beat Voldemort it leaves all the fighting to you and makes it so that no one else has to take action." Bree sighed.

"So really, it's all up to you right now. If you choose to believe the prophecy, then it's decided. If you don't believe it, then it can be changed." She stated. "I'll leave you to think on that, right now I'm going to sleep." Bree rolled over and did just that.