Harry Potter and the Order of the Chronic

Meeting and a Party

I don't own any of the characters, all JKR, no profit to be made.

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"Ok, I didn't do nothing." Harry said plopping down in what he now assumed was his usual seat in Dumbledore's office.

"I never said you did Harry." Dumbledore said calmly as he gazed over his moon shaped spectacles at Harry.

"I can only surmise you think you are here because of the rather nasty incident on the train… and on your arrival to Hogwarts."

Harry replied with a simple shrug.

"Well I can assure you that the matter has been taken care of and no harm was done. However, I brought you here for a much more important reason." Dumbledore replied with a note of seriousness to his voice.

"Are you serious? You aren't going to give me the riot act because of that over grown git that storms around castle preying on children?" Harry said his interest piqued.

Dumbledore sighed a bit in response.

"Harry please, this is a very serious matter and it deserves your utmost attention." Dumbledore said as he gazed at Harry with a piercing look.

Harry gazed back, but eventually shrugged. "Alright, I'm listening. What's the big news?"

Dumbledore stared intensely at Harry for a bit, but eventually Harry motioned for him to get a move on and with a reluctant nod he pulled out a large basin filled with a silvery liquid, that Harry recognized as Dumbledore's Pensieve.

"Harry… I know you have said some things over this past summer that are very hurtful…" Dumbledore said "But I do hope they were just in gist, because what I'm about to show you is the reason Lord Voldemort attacked you Halloween night."

Harry had immediately left his relaxed composure and was now craning his neck as he stared down at the Pensieve. He noticed Dumbledore's intense gaze a moment later and once again relaxed into his calm position trying to hide his eagerness.

"Well… what is it?" Harry said, desperately trying to hide his enthusiasm, after another few moments of awkward silence.

"Harry please forgive me for what I'm about to show you… or tell you. I didn't mean for it to happen at such a young age, but your attitude towards me… and other matters have made it a necessity." Dumbledore said with a firm nod.

Then Dumbledore gave his wand a few waves over the Pensieve and a familiar voice rang out.

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"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 the power that 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…"

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Harry listened to Dumbledore's so called prophecy and now was meeting his eyes starring skeptically at the old man.

"I am sorry Harry, but you see now what hangs in the balance." Dumbledore finally said, breaking the awkward silence, in a grave tone.

Harry remained silent giving Dumbledore a curious gaze with his head cocked to the side, as if waiting for more information.

Dumbledore stared back and both remained silent till Harry seemingly exploded.

"You have to be kidding me! That is it! That is the reason I don't have parents! Seriously?"

Dumbledore, though a bit shocked at the sudden outburst nodded in response.

"What the fuc…" Harry caught himself. "I mean… You can't…" Harry sputtered struggling for words.

"He went after me and killed my parents over this?" Harry exclaimed motioning to the Pensieve.

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Yes Harry, I thought it best you kno…"

"Seriously this is it?" Harry questioned not bothering to apologize for interrupting the Headmaster.

"Well, yes Harry." Dumbledore replied.

"That is fucking ridiculous!" Harry shouted not bothering to keep his composure as he waved his arms frantically in the air.

"That fucking moron destroyed my life on a whim, because of what? The use of the name Dark Lord?" Harry shouted.

"Do you know how man Dark Lords there are?" Harry questioned waving a quivering finger at Dumbledore, but he didn't allow the Headmaster to answer as he answered his own question. "Thousands!" Harry shouted.

"Thousands of morons refer to themselves as the Dark Lord. Darth Vader, hell all the Sith, not to mention every damn RP gamer in existence. Oh, and let us not forget the D&D nerds!" Harry shouted tacking them off on his fingers.

"Harry the prophecy did say born in the seventh month and he would mark him as his equal." Dumbledore answered motioning to Harry's scar.

"So what? A scar means you are destined to fight an epic battle to the death?" Harry shouted out.

"Like Obi Wan knew he was going to die at the hands of his former student after he brutally chopped off his limbs and left him for dead? You can't be pulling this kind of shit on me!" Harry shouted rising from his seat pacing the room as if trying to gather his thoughts.

After a few moments of quiet Harry spoke. "How do you know this thing is even real? I mean who made it?" Harry questioned.

Dumbledore shifted a bit uncomfortably in his seat. "I am fairly sure it is authentic and as for who made it… I'm afraid I cannot tell you… it is not proper to give up people's confidence."

Harry gave Dumbledore a peculiar stare his eyebrow quirked in question.

"Harry you did not seem to question the ability of seers or prophecy's in you third year here at Hogwarts." Dumbledore replied to Harry's quirked eyebrow.

"That is because I never should have believed it. Should have let Sirius kill that worthless rat Pettigrew. It would have changed everything! A picture is worth a thousand words you know and a dead body can paint a pretty good picture!" Harry grumbled in response

"Oh, and since you seem reluctant to tell me who made this so called prophecy I don't suppose you would do me the honor of telling me how the Voldemort came to hear it?" Harry asked with as much sincerity he was able to muster.

"He didn't hear it. It was given to him by another means… one, which I'm afraid I am not able to tell you about." Dumbledore answered looking as though this might not have been a good idea.

Harry now gave Dumbledore a piercing look.

"Are we done?"

Dumbledore replied with his own piercing look, but after a few moments nodded. "Harry you may go. Please take what you have learned to heart." Dumbledore offered in an almost begging voice.

Harry gave Dumbledore a shrewd sneer. "I'll try." He responded.

"Oh Harry, one more thing, we have learned of the place you hold your parties, I'm afraid the Prefects bathroom is no longer a viable option. Also please take this conversation as very private." Dumbledore responded with a tap to the side of his nose.

Harry scowled.

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Terry boot banged on the door to the Prefects Bathroom as he chugged at a bottle of fire whiskey laughing with his friends.

They all muttered amongst themselves what a great party it would be. Then, to their horror Severus Snape answered the door. He had scratches and bandages on his face, but was as menacing as ever.

Boot jumped over the high railing down to the floor below, nearly breaking his legs as his group of Ravenclaws dashed in desperation to get away. However, all were not so lucky as Boot heard a cry of fear from above.

"Not going anywhere are you?" Snape murmured murderously. As Boot listened on to his fellow Ravenclaw get quasi tortured by the evil git.

Snape went on lecturing only to be interrupted by a hem, hem.

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Harry chugged down the rest of his beer sulking with the Cormac, the Weasley Twins, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, etc…

"This sucks, nobody is here." Harry muttered looking about the Gryffindor common room, even though it was full of Gryffindors.

"I know another party place spoiled." Seamus replied. Sadly.

"Oh, honestly Harry won't you tell us what Dumbledore said?" Hermione pleaded ignoring the rest of the gathered Gryffindors.

Harry suddenly shot up from his seat an evil grin on his face. He walked forward examining the Gryffindor common room nodding and muttering to himself as the rest watched him. Finally Harry turned.

"I got an idea."

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The music rang out throughout the Gryffindor common room as students from nearly every house piled into the Gryffindor common room. After much arguing between the Gryffindors and Harry over secrecy and passwords Harry had won out or he may have just ignored the plea of his fellow housemates and went off and blabbed the Fat Lady's password to all his friends in other houses, though he excluded the Slytherins. Harry felt he owed his fellow housemates that, at the very least, they keep the snakes out.

Now, after the fact, everyone seemed to be enjoying Harry's somewhat reckless behavior as the music blared and a few seventh years managed to magic up a disco type ball for a more party like atmosphere. Alcohol was plentiful and from a few nooks and crannies puffs of smoke could be seen. Most of the cushy armchairs and sofas were pushed to the side as dancing had broken out in the middle of the common room and that was where Harry was busting a move Patil twins... or maybe just dancing horribly.

"And then me and my Uncle Tiberius also went hunting for Nogtails once with Rufus Scrimgeour, he is the head of the Auror Office in case you didn't know." Cormac said to an utterly disgruntled Hermione as she sat in one of the chairs off to the side of the room. Ron sat on her other side looking thoroughly annoyed as Cormac rambled on.

"Whew!" Harry shouted as he came stumbling over wiping his brow free of sweat. "Why the long face Hermione?" Harry asked as he glanced over at Cormac wondering what the hell he had been saying to her.

"You do know we are breaking dozens of school rules?" Hermione muttered through her teeth.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Please, I know you better than that. Something else you are after?" Harry asked as he swigged down the rest of his beer and glanced at Cormac. "Hey Mick. Get me another beer."

Cormac gave Harry a glare, but stood up and wandered over to where Harry had placed a few coolers of beer.

"So Hermione what's got your panties in a bind?" Harry asked after Cormac was gone.

"You completely ignored me when I asked what you and Dumbledore talked about! That is what! Are you going to tell us?" Hermione asked as Ron scooted closer to hear.

Harry paused, somewhere ringing in his conscience he remembered Dumbledore saying something about keeping their conversation quiet.

"Oh that? Yeah Dumbledore was going on about some prophecy and Dark Lords and murder. You know what let me start from the beginning." Harry said.

Harry then went on to tell the entire tale that had occurred in Dumbledore's office and a few more people may have joined Ron and Hermione on the couch to listen.

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"So you have to kill You-Know-Who?" Seamus asked his eyes wide.

"That is what he said." A Hufflepuff said from behind Seamus.

"Bullocks to you!" Harry shouted. "I didn't say that. Some damn crazed out Miss Cleo said that… Speaking of, which, I know heard that voice somewhere before." Harry said with a pondering look before shrugging.

"Now clear off you lot and go and get wasted!" Harry shouted shooing off the group of gathered students.

"Harry how can you be so calm? It might have been real?" Hermione whispered just above the music a serious look on her face as she clutched the one drink she had been nursing all night.

"Hermione… you yourself said the whole seer, fortune telling thing was rubbish and I'm just agreeing, but still…" Harry began to say, but stopped. He glanced around a bit and turned to the coolers.

"Mick! Where the hell is my beer?"

A beer went flying past Harry smashing open a window that led out to the grounds. There were a few gasps from those around, Harry just blinked. "I need another beer Mick that one didn't make it!"

Another beer came flying and using his slightly dulled quidditch skills, Harry snatched it out of the air.

Harry cracked open his beer sending out a spray of foam before he took a swig. "Ahh… what were we talking about again?"

"The prophecy!" Hermione and Ron whispered.

"Oh yeah, well Dumbledore wouldn't tell me who made it or who heard it…" Harry paused for a moment in thought "Hermione you like reading and shit right?" Harry asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Good… very good. Remember what I said about packing up the Mystery Machine Hermione?" Harry asked now sounding as serious as he could manage as he gazed at Hermione.

Ron looked completely bewildered, but Hermione nodded.

"Well get Shaggy and the Gang back together because we got a mystery to solve."

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