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Chapter 7: The Prophecy

As McGonagall promised, she waited for Harry at the Gryffindor common room. The other students sent her a glance from time to time but returned to their work afterward.

Harry came downstairs and was led by his Head of the House toward the headmaster's office. They made their way in silence. McGonagall gave the password to the stone Gargoyle and they entered Dumbledore's office.

"Good evening, Minerva, Mr. Potter, what can I help you?" Dumbledore asked.

Minerva told him the events of the evening.

"Is it true, Mr. Potter?" the headmaster asked, his voice less than cheerful.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Why did you do it?" continued Dumbledore. Harry shrugged again and crossed his arms on his chest, "I already told Prof. McGonagall, Hermione annoyed me and it was Dean's fault, he shouldn't have touched me while I was asleep."

"Do you think you acted right?" asked Dumbledore as if Harry was a little boy.

"I was frustrated," was Harry's answer.

"My I ask you what caused your frustration," inquired Dumbledore.

"Yes you may," answered Harry.

"So, what caused it?"

"Lots of things!"

"Such as…?"

Harry thought for a moment as if considering what to tell, "I don't know," he finally said.

"You just said 'A lot of things', you must know some of them?"

"I guess."

"Care to share them with me?"

"What are you? My shrink now?" snapped Harry.

"Mr. Potter, I will not stand such a disgrace!" Dumbledore was angry now, his twinkle was gone, "I'm trying to help you, but I can't if you wouldn't tell me what's wrong!"

"You said yourself that you couldn't" retorted Harry, "The last time I came to you after the vision."

"So you had more visions?" asked Dumbledore, his voice calm again.

"You read the newspapers." Harry shrugged.

"Minerva asked Mr. Weasley, he said everything was quit."

"A simple Silencing Charm." Harry said and then turned to McGonagall, "You talked about me behind my back, Professor?"

"We worry about you, Harry" said Dumbledore.

"That why you left me at the Dursley's, without any contact? After what happened last year?" Harry's voice rose.

"You must stay there. It for your protection!" said Dumbledore calmly.

"Protection, my ass!" said Harry under his breath.

"What was that?" Dumbledore didn't hear him.

"Nothing! So, Professor, care to share with me why am I so protected there as you claim?" was Harry's sarcastic answer.

Dumbledore sighed, "I guess I should tell you this sooner or later, Minerva could you excuse us?" McGonagall sent one last glance at Harry before she left.

"First of all I'm going to tell you why Voldemort was after you the first place," began Dumbledore, "Before you was born, Professor Trelawney prophesied. As much as it sounds unbelievable, she sometimes gives true prophesies. I was the one to hear it. It was about Voldemort and the one who will perish him."

"Would you tell me?" asked Harry quietly, dreading already about what will come.

"I said I would, so here it goes: "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…"

When Dumbledore finished there was a grave silence. Finally Harry managed to ask with a dry mouth, "So, it was me at the Prophesy and I have to kill Voldemort or get killed?"

"When the Prophesy was first pronounced two children fall at this description, one was you and the other…"

"Neville," downed on Harry.

"Yes, it was Mr. Longbottom, but at the end it was you."

"How come?"

"The part that says about the marking, he marked you as his equal the day he tried to kill you as a baby. And, yes, you are the one that will have to kill Voldemort."

"But didn't Voldemort was afraid that by marking me he'll give me a power to kill him?"

"Well, you see, Voldemort heard only the first part of the Prophesy, he didn't know about the marking so he tried to kill you while you still were a small defenseless child."

"So, what's the power that I have?"

"Your ability to love, Harry, I don't know how you should use this ability, but I can assure you that you will know on the right moment."

"O...O. So why it's so important for me to go back to the Dursley's?"

"You are protected by your mother blood; Voldemort can't reach you there, even though he has your blood in him. Your aunt is the only leaving relative with your mother's blood. You must go there once a year till you turn seventeen. The blood magic will protect you, as long as you call that place home. So, you see, Harry, it is very important for you to go there, whether you like it or not. Do you understand?"

"Yea, I guess so," mumbled Harry.

"And now about the visions you have" said Dumbledore, "I guess you are having them because of the connection that was formed the day Voldemort tried to kill you as a baby. It got stronger since his rebirth and now you can see his doings through his eyes."

"I can't sleep because of them," said Harry quietly.

"Do you have any other nightmares? About the graveyard, maybe?"

"It's nothing, I used to them already," lied Harry.

"Did you talk about them with anybody, about your experience there?" Harry shook his had as 'No'.

"Why didn't you?" inquired Dumbledore. Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know."

"Do you want to talk to somebody?" Dumbledore asked, "If you don't want to talk to any of us, I can invite a trusted Mind Consultant to talk to you."

"A what?" Harry didn't understand him.

"Mind Consultant, it what the muggles call psychologist."

"I told you, I'm not crazy and I don't need a shrink," Harry was angry again.

"Nobody says you are, and a lot of people talk to Mind Consultants, it helps to talk about the things that bother us." Dumbledore patiently explained.

"Well, I don't want to talk!" stated Harry, "But if we are talking already I wanted to ask you, why Ron?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"Why Ron got to be a Prefect and not me?" clarified Harry.

"I had my own reasons, Mr. Potter, but basically it's because you have enough on your head and your tendency to break rules speaks for itself," smiled Dumbledore, "Do you have any more questions?"

"Yes, what can you do about those visions?" asked Harry.

"I must check something first, but for now I want you to clear your mind before you fall asleep and ask Madam Pomfrey for a Dreamless Sleep Potion. Anything else?" asked Dumbledore.

"No," Harry shook his head, "That all I guess." To himself he decided that now he has another reason not to tell about the Dursley's, with Dumbledore expecting him to overcome Voldemort.

"I that case, Mr. Potter, I'm once again asking you that if something bothers you, come and tell. You have enough people that care for you. You are given time till after Christmas, if by that time your behavior and your marks won't improve I will invite the Mind Consultant from Mungo, whether you like it or not. Do we have a deal?"

"Fine," answered Harry, although he didn't like the idea.

"And now for your punishment for the last tantrum you threw. Twenty points from Gryffindor and two weeks of detentions with Remus Lupin. I will inform him about it. I suggest you use your detention time with him to catch on your school work and to talk if something bothers you. He is more than willing to help you." Harry nodded.

"Before you leave I would like to know how you feel about what I just told you," asked Dumbledore.

Harry thought for a moment. Truth be told, he was glad that he knew the truth, but he also was really scared and knowing it didn't improve his general feeling, only made him more depressed. But he isn't going to tell that to Dumbledore. "I need to sleep over it," he finally said.

"Very well, Harry, you may go to the hospital wing to treat your bruises and to ask Madam Pomfrey for the potion. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask. Don't keep things inside, it isn't good for you." With that Harry left.

-aaaaa-

As Harry left, Minerva McGonagall entered the headmaster's office.

"How did it go, Albus?" she asked.

"I talked to him. He is just tired with the visions and the nightmares he is having. As soon as he gets some proper sleep, he'll be fine."

"Did you tell him about the Prophesy?" asked McGonagall.

"Yes I did, one of the things he was angry about it his lack of knowledge about why he must stay with the Dursley's, now he knows."

"How are you going to help him with the visions?" McGonagall asked.

"I'm going to talk to Severus; he is a master of Occlumency, I'll ask him to teach this to Harry."

"Do you think it is wise, Albus?" Minerva was worried, "You know he hates the boy, it is not a secret."

"Severus maybe not the nicest person, but he is loyal and he won't harm Harry. I trust him completely."

"If you say so, Albus, I'll have to trust your judgment."

"Thank you, Minerva. I should say it is a Good Night then?"

"One more question, did you punish him?"

"Yes I did, Gryffindor lost another twenty points and he got two weeks worth of detentions with Remus. I made a deal with him, also, that if he wouldn't improve till Christmas he is going to talk to Mind Consultant."

"Smart, Albus, maybe Remus will help him to open up. Well, I must go to patrol the corridors, it's almost curfew. Good night, Albus." With that Minerva McGonagall left.

-aaaaa-

Harry Potter made his way back to the Gryffindor tower. The talk with Dumbledore didn't help him at all. Well, now he knew why the most evil wizard was after him and why he had to stay at his relatives, but now he had one more reason to be quite about his uncle treatment towards him. After all, he isn't going to whine about little beatings when the future of the wizard world on his shoulders.

Harry decided to stay away from the hospital wing to not attract attention of Madam Pomfrey, who would probably insist on checking him up. Therefore he didn't retrieve the Dreamless Sleep Potion.

When he got to the Common Room, Ron and the other boys were already back from the hospital wing.

"How did it go?" asked Ron, concerned.

Harry didn't answer him; he was walking as in a daze, the words of the Prophesy still in his head. He just went up to the dorm, put a silencing charm on his bed and fall asleep.

"Poor Harry," commented Hermione, "I'm going to do a research on a possible curses, I hope we will be able to help him."

"I want to help," said Ginny, "I was acting strange too, back at my first year. I really hope we'll find something, I hate to see him like this."

"Of course we will help him," stated Ron, "even if it means me spending time in the library."

"And what's wrong with that?" Hermione hit him lightly on the hand.

"You know 'Mione that I'm allergic to it!" teased Ron.

"You are impossible, Ron," nudged him Hermione.

"But you still love me," Ron planted a loud kiss on her lips.

"Ewww, get a room," laughed Ginny.

-aaaaa-

Harry was walking down the street. Once again it was a muggle neighborhood; although this time he felt his body. He heard a loud CRAC and a few robed figures apparated. Harry tried to move as far as possible from those figures, but couldn't as if he was some part of them. The robed figures moved toward a building that looked like some kind of official building, Harry was forced to follow. There was a plank at the gates that said "The Open House – London Orphanage No. 3". One of the clocked people pulled out his wand and the gate was wide open. They blasted the front doors and went it. What came next was a total nightmare. Screams were heard and there was a lot of blood. Children, between the ages of couple of days old to seventeen-eighteen and their carriers were killed after they were tortured in various ways. When everything was quit another figure appeared. Harry saw that it was Voldemort himself. He looked around and laughed, then he waived his wand and an inscription, written in blood appeared on the white wall: 'Happy Halloween, Harry Potter!' then everybody disapparated, leaving the Dark Mark floating above the orphanage.

Harry woke up, breathing hard, his scar burning. That was the worst vision he ever had. He felt sick, his throat sore from the screaming and his vision was a blur due to the headache he had. Harry made his way to the bathroom and threw up, and then he took a cold shower.

He realized that he won't be able to sleep anymore so he took his invisibility clock and made his way outside. He went straight to the Whomping Willow. He cast a freezing charm on the tree and was able to enter inside. He climbed the secret passageway till he got to the Shrieking Shack. He left the shack and found himself in Hogsmead. Harry wondered the streets of the village, till he was in some area he never been in it before. He saw some pub being still open and entered inside pulling off his invisibility clock at the entrance. Nobody stopped him or asked him about his age as he asked the bartender for a bottle of some strong drink. He was given something called a Fire Whisky, after drinking a glass of that stuff and filling happier than he felt before, Harry bought another two bottles.

Putting his clock back he returned to Hogwarts. Back in his dorm he drank a quarter of the bottle, the rest he hide in his trunk and then fell asleep only to be shaken awake two hours later by Ron to prepare himself to classes.

"Wow, mate what did you ate last night?" exclaimed Ron, as he came near Harry.

"Wha?" asked Harry, his head spinning.

"You've been drinking?" whispered Ron, "If the Professors catch you, you'll be expelled for sure."

"Don't worry, Ron, it was just a little whisky…" said Harry.

"Why were you drinking, anyway? Where did you get this stuff?" continued Ron.

"I have my sources!" Harry fingered his clock that lay on the floor beside his bad.

"You stole it?" Ron's eyes were wide open.

"No way, I just took a trip to Hogsmead and found some cool pub; they even didn't ask me for an I.D. as long as I was paying."

"So, why were you drinking?"

"Watch for the Prophet today, you'll know soon enough!" with that Harry rolled out of the bed and went to take another shower, his walking not so steady. Ron just shook his head, "You need help, mate, before it goes too far!"