Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, plots, or settings. Have I really been reduced to the point where my disclaimers aren't even funny?

Takes place in the middle of chapter thirty-seven of book five. Decided I want to focus on books six and seven, but four is my favorite and five is uber important, so… yeah.

Chapter Seven

"It is time for me to tell you two something that I should've told you five years ago. Harry, sit down. I'll tell you everything, and I only ask for a little patience. Then you can let out all your rage when I have finished," Dumbledore ushered Harry into a seat after brushing off the broken pieces of silver instruments from it. Harry and Alaina stared at each other before turning to Dumbledore once more.

"Do you remember when you asked me why Voldemort targeted you?"

They nodded.

"I should have told you then, but eleven seemed much to young. Even when you were twelve, I did not share. I realize that I cared for you too much. But now, I know, I must tell you."

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the pensieve where he stared into the glassy surface.

"Voldemort chose you two because of a prophecy made shortly before your birth's. Voldemort knew it, but not all of it. He thought he would be fulfilling the prophecy by attacking you two, but instead the curses backfired. Soon, he returned to his body. And attempted yet again to kill you. And tonight he was close to retrieving the weapon he has been seeking for so long: the knowledge of how to destroy you."

The sun had risen fully now. The glass case containing the sword of Godric Gryffindor resided in gleamed with more broken fragments. A baby Fawke's made soft noises from the ashes within his cage.

"The propehecy's smashed," Harry said blankly, "I watched it fall."

"The thing destroyed in the Department of Mysteries was merely a record of the prophecy. However, three people have heard the record. And they are able to recall it perfectly.

"Who heard it?" Harry asked.

"Me," said Dumbledore, "On a cold, wet night sixteen years ago, in a room above the bar in the Hog's Head Inn. I had gone there to see an applicant for the post of Divination teacher, though it was against my inclination to allow the subject of Divination to continue at all. However, I felt it would be polite to see this great-great-granddaughter of a gifted Seer."

"Professor Trelawny?"

"Indeed, Harry. She is the one who delivered the prophecy, though she does not know it herself. That is why I hired her."

"I heard it, too," Alaina spoke suddenly. Both men turned to look at her.

"When it smashed in the Department of Mysteries, I stopped to listen.

The two with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approach… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… A boy and a girl will join forces… And the Dark Lord will mark two to equal one, but together they will share power the dark lord knows not… One will die at the hand of the next one to die at the remaining hand… For none can live while the others survives… The pair with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

"Does it mean… it… what does it mean?" Harry looked to Dumbledore once more.

"It meant," he replied, "that the two people who can defeat Voldemort were born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. They would be born to parents who had defied Voldemort three times."

"It means – us?" Alaina gulped. Her breathing grew heavier. They were the duo-who-lived since the beginning, but now pieces began falling into place.

"It may not have meant you two specifically. For there is one more person it could have referred to. Neville Longbottom."

"So it doesn't mean us?" Alaina's head began to ache.

"I'm afraid you are forgetting the next part of the prophecy. Voldemort marked you two, not Neville. The scars on your heads prove it. Notice this, he did not choose the pureblood, but the half-blood, like himself."

"But I'm pureblood, too." Alaina said.

"The prophecy said a boy and girl. You are the only girl to fit the requirements."

"So, no matter what, I was destined for this?"

"That seems to be the case."

"Why did he attack us as babies? He should've waited to see who was more dangerous," suggested.

"Yes, that would be the most practical, but Voldemort only knew of the first part of the prophecy. He did not know that he would be transferring power to you. He never knew there might be dangegr in attacking you. He did not know that united you would have power he knows not-"

"But we don't have powers he hasn't got!" Alaina cried in frustration.

"Wait, what about the last part about dying?" Harry asked.

"Two must die," Alaina thought aloud. Their eyes locked.

"We'll kill him then," Harry balled his fists, "before he can kill one of us. Then we'll make the prophecy wrong! I won't kill you and you won't kill me! Together, we will vanquish Lord Voldemort once and for all!"

A lone tear ran down Alaina's face as she leapt up and hugged Harry.

"I feel I owe you dear children one more explanation," Dumbledore interrupted, "You may be wondering why I did not choose you two as prefects… well I must confess… I rather thought… you had enough responsibility to be going on with."

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I know you were expecting to have the whole book, but I don't really like the fifth one as much as the others. So yeah, I changed the prophecy and all to squeeze in Alaina. By the way have any of you made the connection between Alaina Prince and someone else in the Harry Potter series? Think sixth book. You'll figure it out when I'm writing about that part. But now you're curious, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. Now you have to read, muahahaha.

Ron: Will you cool it with the evil laughter?

Me: Yeah, okay.

Neville: ^Opens mouth to speak^

Me: Don't say anything about the humor level of my imaginary dialogue.

Neville: ^Closes mouth^