DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN MAXIMMUM RIDE OR HP. I WISH I DID THOUGH.
Sorry I've taken so long to post. I've been waiting for a chance all week to post. I just had this idea stewing in my mind and it was driving me berserk! Well here it is. I hope you like it, because I've been sitting on it for days!
Albus Dumbledore sighed and closed his eyes. He'd been thinking and looking through his memories nonstop for the past three days. Nothing ever made sense to him. Whenever he thought he saw an answer, it slipped away. He'd concocted a plan when Harry Potter had been born. It was supposed to keep him alive for at least a little while. He'd never thought that what had happened last year would have happened, but it did. It seemed as if the very earth wanted the boy dead. There were two prophecies that he was supposedly a part of. One of which he hadn't known about until three days ago. He'd gone to visit the Ministry to see if he could hear the latest prophecies. Oddly enough, they had been about to send him an owl. There was a prophecy that was utterly baffling that they had been trying to crack for years.
Six of wand and wing will save the earth,
The raven of Chosen blood will see where it had begun,
The mirror of love shall decide all,
Whether our world is saved or razed is up to those short in days,
Six angels have come to earth to right the wrong and deliver justice,
Death will come to those who stand in their way,
Children shall rule the world better than adults ever would,
Silver and black combined will end the dawn of evil.
It was rather easy for him to figure out who the raven was. It was Harry. That is why he was at the moment trying to find out who it was. It couldn't be Harry because one could only be in a single prophecy unless of course they were split in two. Then they could be in two different ones.
He grinned for the first time in days. Dumbledore remembered the feeling he'd gotten when he had first touched Harry Potter. He had felt the incompleteness of his soul. Somehow half of his soul is the Raven mentioned in the prophecy.
He extracted a rather elusive memory of his. It was the day Lily and James had sent him the patronus telling him about their child. There was something odd about it. He could barely hear it in his mind so he'd thought that he would dive into it to better hear and understand what was going on.
Dumbledore dumped the tiny vial of memory into the pensieve. He then dove in headfirst. He landed gracefully on the floor of his office fourteen years earlier. His younger self was reading the Daily Prophet avidly. Suddenly a proud stag- shaped patronus cantered up to his desk.
"Hello Dumbledore! We just had to share the news! Lily's pregnant with twins can you believe it! We're so excited-" James continued to speak, but Dumbledore couldn't be bothered with him at the moment, even though the poor man was long dead. Lily Potter had given birth to twins. Not a single son, but two. The other son they hadn't named or known. The unknown factor in his plans was this child, the child that held the other half of Harry Potter's soul. In that moment he gave the boy a nickname that he would hear for the rest of his life. He decided to call him the Unknown Factor.
Dumbledore set to reconstructing his plan with fervor he hadn't known since he was young. He called to Fawkes. "Bring Severus and Minerva because we need to discuss a new course of action." He immediately went back to work as the phoenix flew from the room.