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As time passed, Harry grew to be one of the become better at defense than any one had dared to hope for. He can easily beat Sirius in under a minute. But as this same time passed, Lord Voldemort had also gained power, despite the common wish. Shockingly Lord Voldemort had with an unseen ease seized control of the ministry. By plantig a few well placed and loyal people, he had taken control by crumbling it from within.
"No, no Sirius I know I can do it, let me have another go." Harry was panting. He had just, once again failed to produce a potronus. Sirius had recently suspected that the minisry and dark forces, would try to crush moral by setting out Dementors. In reactionto this disturbing thought, Sirius had begun to teach Harry the Patronus Charm, so far Harry had failed. Quite contrary to his usual streak, Harry was struggling, and had needed extra coaching Sirius often steeping in to restrain the dementor to give Harry a break. "Well one more time then, but then your having some choclate and taking a break." Sirius said reluctantly. With a wave of his wand, his conjured bird patronus disappeared, leaving the dementor unoccupied, and free to round on Harry. It did just that. Harry with a determined glint on his eyes, recalled the memory of first riding a broomstick suscessfully, with Sirius, broad grin and all, on a broom next to him. "Expecto Patronum!" Harry yelled out, a note of confidence in his voice tha had not been there before. As soon as the words ad left his mouth a sheen of silver mist began to secreate from his wand, abruptly halting the dementor in its nonexistant tracks. After allowing Harry to hold it for a minute, Sirius stepped in, but before he could open his mouth, the silver mist began to morph into a real, distinguishable shape: a huge bear sized dog. Sirius, after staring at the dog, congured his own patronus of a bird.
As the successful pair sat down for a late supper of soup and hot choclate, choclate for dessert, Sirius, with a tense look broke the silence. "Harry, I need to talk to you about something, something important to your survival.", Harry cocked his head, in silent puzzlement, bidding Sirius to continue, wich he tentatively did. "There was a phrophecy concerning you and the Dark Lord.". With a sigh he dove nto the story: "It was to Dubmledore, and he told me and your parents, I don't know who else he told. I spoke of a child born as the seventh month dies, you, who He will mark as his equal. In short, for one of you to survive, you must kill the other...For you to live, you must kill him." He stopped, as if unable to continue, "or he will kill you." Sirius closed his eyes rather than see Harry's expression, and continued, " 'Neither can live while the other survives' " he quoted. When he opened his eyes, and looked at Harry's face, ther was a miture of shock and acceptance on his face, and with no further conversation, they finished eating.
The next morning Harry, up before Sirius (as usual), got the Daily Phrophet from the owl. There on the front page, was his face, below it a large caption read as, 'Undesirable number 1', and on the back of that page, a full-on moving picture of Sirius with a similar caption at the bottom of, 'Undesirable Number 2'. After the overall, surprise, Harry began to laugh. Was that really the worst Lord Voldemort, Minister of magic, could do. He had to say he was expecting much worse. Still chuckling, he tossed the paper on the table and began to make himself breakfast.