"For the marked child, whose parents thrice defied the dark lord, realizes that he himself is one in the same of the dark lord, he will have the power the dark lord knows not. He will either be the martyr to the people or its allied destroyer. When the marked child reaches of age, the decision will be made. Tides of past will ripple and form a current in which he will be swayed. Prepare yourselves, for the marked child, whose parents thrice defied the dark lord, rises; he will have the power the dark lord knows not" Harry recited the third prophecy. Harry was beginning to wonder how old Dumbledore really was. He honestly didn't think someone could age that much. Minerva didn't seem too worried surprisingly and Snape looked a bit green but seemed to be less effected than Dumbledore.
"You realize, Prof. McGonagall the implication of the third prophecy?" Harry couldn't help but asks. Hermione was actually the one to snort.
"You realize, Harry," Hermione starts, " that Prof. McGonagall doesn't believe in divinations. Especially when they're self fulfilling." Hermione points out. Minerva smirked lightly.
"It could also be that I have complete faith in you" Minerva adds. Harry frowns.
"That isn't what you tell me at the end of every year when I do something totally stupid and end up saving the school or the world and STILL get detentions and loss of house points…and a lecture" Harry points out.
"And here I thought the golden boy got away with it all" Snape muttered.
"Of course he doesn't! Nor do Mr. Weasley or Miss. Granger! For Merlin's sake, Severus, you'd think I'd encourage them?!"
Snape didn't have to say that yes, yes he did, his face said it quite clearly.
"Is this prophecy why your boggart changed?" Dumbledore asks meekly. Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding slightly.
"I have feared just how much I am like Voldemort, but this prophecy sort of indicated that it's only two years away…" Harry sighs shaking his head. To think that there was at least two years he'd have to wait to be rid of Voldemort…
"You aren't like the Dark Lord, Mr. Potter." Snape spoke lowly. Harry gave a pained smile. Both Hermione and Ron understood how much this actually pained Harry to admit. The three Professors shared a confused look before turning their attention back to Harry, as he seemed about to tell them something important.
"When I was sorted, the sorting hat wanted to place me in Slytherin. He said that Slytherin could make me great…that it was all here (Harry made a vague motion towards his head with his free hand) in my head. I argued with the hat to put me anywhere BUT Slytherin. Please, don't be offended; Prof. It had nothing to do with you. (Harry added this because Snape gave him an affronted look after the shock passed from his face) I was and am ambitious, cunning, sly and clever. I could have been the perfect snake…" Harry trailed off, hesitating.
"But?" Minerva asks, as her two colleagues seemed to still be in shock at the revelation.
"But, the den of snakes didn't have Harry's first friend. Harry was raised by magic hating muggles who not only abused and neglected him but was put there by the wizarding world. Being thrust back into a place that considers your magic normal and not freakish, where he could have been all along, sent Harry on the road of resentment. Meeting Ron had been by chance, but it probably saved the wizarding world. Oh hush, Ron, you know it's true. And I may have drilled it into Harry's head that not all muggles were worthless pieces of shark bait" Hermione states cheerfully.
"You didn't drill it into my head, Hermione." Harry rolled his eyes at how little Hermione seemed to think that she'd influence him. Now Ron smirked at Hermione as she blushed.
"I could have fit in to all houses, the hat had told me. However, I didn't feel that to be truthful. I wasn't loyal nor book smart at the time. I wasn't particularly brave either, but the hat felt that my honor would suit me better for the House of Gryffindor regardless. The hat did argue with me, said I was smart, brave, loyal and cunning…I grew into my house. Gryffindor is like a very big…family." Harry smiled softly thinking of his house. They were all good friends and sometimes they fight, but they all get over it eventually. Minerva smiled as well, glad that Harry liked her house.
"Though, the Slytherin common rooms are a bit nicer than Gryffindor's" Ron admitted. Hermione, this time, did not miss when she chucked a book at Ron. Ron's head jerked forward with an 'oof' before Ron rubbed his head viciously.
"What was that for?" Ron asks. Harry looked skyward and sighed. Hermione decided to point at Snape rather than answer. Ron looked over to Snape who was giving the three of them a 'how the hell…' look.
"Mr. Weasley, please explain HOW you three know what the Slytherin common rooms look like. Seeing as how you are not a Slytherin, you should have no clue where they are or what they look like" Minerva asks staring at them disapprovingly. Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye but neither Head of House caught it.
"We should just write a book on all the rules we broke and at least make a profit off it" Harry whispered to Hermione who pointedly looked at Ron and nodded her agreement. Ron gulped.
"Happened during second year. Draco let us in" Harry states for Ron. It was true, technically. Draco just didn't know it was them that he was letting in; he thought they were Crabbe and Goyle.
"Mr. Malfoy would not let you in, let alone any other Gryffindor" Snape sneered. His tone had gone dangerous. Harry shrugged, glad that he, Hermione and Ron were able to keep straight faces.
"I must concur with Prof. Snape, Mr. Potter." Minerva adds. Harry sighed.
"Okay, then we made a polyjuice potion in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Drugged Crabbe and Goyle, took their hair, drank the potion. Got lost, back talked Lockhart, got found by Draco and he led us to the Slytherin dorms." Harry replied sarcastically. He loved telling the truth but making it seem like it was some sort of fantasy.
"It would be impossible for second years to make an illegal potion, Potter." Snape snapped. Harry shrugged again. However, something must have clicked with prof. McGonagall because she was staring at Hermione with this realization sort of look. Hermione noticed too because she fidgeted and blushed. Ah, yes, Hermione had mistaken cat hair for Millicent's. Harry believed that Hermione had told Poppy that she read about animagus and tried it. Prof. McGonagall was told because Hermione would be 'missing' for a few days until it worn off because what ever Hermione did wasn't done with transfiguration, just a potion.
"Miss. Granger!" Minerva practically yelled. Hermione winced. Yep, they were caught. Snape and Dumbledore looked at Minerva who had finally gone pale before looking to Hermione and the dreaded looks on Ron and Harry.
"This is the end" Ron groaned.
"You actually brewed a poly juice potion?!" Snape asks, even his voice was showing his disbelief. Harry, Ron and Hermione gave a very small nod.
"Do you have any idea how many ways that potion can go wrong!? Did you at least test it first?" Snape asks. The golden trio noted that Snape had said nothing about it being illegal this time. What was it in Masters caring about the subject itself rather than the morals and/or legality of it?
"We didn't have time to test it." Hermione says. Snape closed his eyes for a moment. Before Snape OR McGonagall could actually retaliate, Dumbledore quickly asks-
"So was there another reason you thought that you'd turn out like Tom other than your sorting?"
"There are quite a few actually. I can talk to snakes, which you saw how that revelation to the school turned out. I do, still, believe that wizards shouldn't have to hide from muggles, rather, if they have such a problem with us, that perhaps they should relocate to a place far, far away. I like the dark arts and I don't believe that they are all actually dark. I can see many ways the basic spells can be used to kill…need I go on?" Harry asks.
"Are you still on that relocation plan for muggles?" Ron asks rolling his eyes.
"Oi! It could happen" Harry says defensively.
"Segregation isn't the answer" Hermione says with a sigh.
"So you keep telling me" Harry rolls his eyes, "I'm only talking about the ones that are violent or something."
"Yeah but everyone has a right to their opinion" Hermione counters easily.
"Even if their opinions lead to violence?" Harry asks. Ron groaned, they were going into 'debate mode'.
(kind of an abrupt end to a ch. sorry)