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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Prophecy Depicting
Hope, Harry, Severus, and Dumbledore all sat in Dumbledore's office and tried to figure out how the prophecies worked together. It was now the beginning of May, and everything had been passing quickly and smoothly until now. Both had mastered physical fighting and magical dueling, as well as spells and cursing.
Hope sat listening to them try to figure it out once again when a red phoenix landed on her shoulder.
"Well, hello there little guy. I'm Hope," she said to the bird.
Hello. I'm Fawkes, the bird replied back, causing her to jump.
"Woah, I can talk to other animals!" Hope exclaimed, causing everyone to look at her weirdly.
"No seriously! I just talked to Fawkes."
Everyone laughed at her. "That's good Hope, now maybe you could return to the present and help us decipher this prophecy?" Severus asked with a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Okay, but you'll have to replay them so that I can listen to them again. I've not really been paying much attention."
Dumbledore nodded and cited both prophecies while Hope copied them down. She stared at them for a few minutes before figuring it out.
"It's easy to figure out. Hold on I'll explain it."
She cast a spell that transfigured two pieces of parchment into dry erase boards and a pencil into the marker and began writing.
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.
Hope wrote self explanatory under this. Then began writing the rest of the prophecy in parts, leaving lines in between each section.
But he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not.
And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives.
She set down the marker and turned to look at the three faces who were staring at her as if she'd gone crazy. "Let's begin with the first part. It's all self explanatory. Harry was born to parents who had escaped Voldemort three times. He was marked by the scar on his forehead."
"The power, you were right about, but not completely. What did you say it was, Headmaster?"
"Love."
"Exactly! Harry's love has helped him survive so many times. But now his love is stronger. Harry's in love with me, so his love is connected to me, and I to him, which means I'm the power it refers to."
All three seemed to ponder on this before accepting it and motioned for her to continue.
"Okay, the next part is a twist on words. 'For neither can live while the other survives.' It doesn't mean in literal terms. Harry's past six years have been spent trying to protect himself and the school against Voldemort. He's not been able to live his life as a kid because he's too busy trying to survive. Same with Voldemort. Since Harry was born, he's been consumed with trying to kill him."
"What about him dying at my hand?" Harry asked.
"He will. You will have to cast the curse at him, to kill his body, but not necessarily his soul."
Harry looked confused but she continued saying she'd explain later.
"Okay, now my prophecy. Notice that it is the same set up as Harry's."
The girl pure as snow is approaching
Born to those with powers unknown, born on the day of festivities.
And her heart will remain as pure as the day she was born, but she will be hidden from the truth for years unknown
And she holds the power to end the war, for the final say will come from her.
The girl pure as snow is born on the day of festivities.
Hope continued explaining. "Severus, you said I was the hope in the war. That without hope, there would be no reason to continue, and as my name symbolizes, I bring hope into this war."
He nodded, so she continued. "Break down my prophecy with Harry's. We already knew I had to have a pure heart because I could use the wand with phoenix tears. I was born on New Year's…the beginning of a new year. I've never really done anything selfish. I was kept from the truth until this summer."
"Now you have to be careful. It doesn't say I'll be the one to kill Voldemort, just that I'll have the final say. I think it'll be up to me to destroy his soul. I was reading a book and it said it takes someone with a pure heart to destroy another's soul, and it cannot be completed without harm to the person. The purest of souls will survive the ruination of another's soul, but everyone else will die. I have to do it."
"I will have to chose whether or not to, which in the end will give me the final say. Harry can't kill him without me, because he wouldn't have the power, nor would he survive to kill him."
Everyone stared at her openmouthed. They knew Hope was smart, but she rarely acted like a know it all, so they tended to forget.
"Very good, Hope. You've succeeded where everyone else failed."
Hope shrugged. "I need to go look up spells. You said yourself he split his soul, so I'll need to find some way to weave two spells together. Do you have any suggestions?" She asked the two older men in the room.
They did, and so they all sat down and started discussing possible ways to finish Lord Voldemort forever.
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A/N: Thursday's chapter.