A/N: Whoa! I'm finally updating this! Sorry this is such a short chapter...but never fear, all I have to do is actually type up the third chapter, and then I can post it. I'm going to do that today, hopefully. I'm also sorry that it took me so long to finally update this chapter. I needed to create a prophecy, but it wasn't cooperating with me, and thus it took me a while. It's kind of a lame prophecy, I know. Feel free to flame me. And it's so OBVIOUS! Ah well...hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: My creative juices are at a low, so I'm just going to say that I do not (and never will, sad face) own the amazing, fantastic, beautiful, wonderful, astonishing, astounding, dazzling, complex, impressive, moving, incredible, marvelous, prodigious, shocking, stunning, surprising, unbelievably supermegafoxyawesomehot idea that is Harry Potter. Which was created by J. K. Rowling, in case for some reason you've been living under a rock or something, and don't know that. Though how you would read a book series this *see above* without catching the author's name I do not know...a question to ponder on a rainy day. Which it was earlier today. Wow! This is totally random! I'm just supposed to be saying that I don't own HP! I'm going to stop now.
By the way, that is actually how Trelawney's first name is spelled. I looked it up in my fifth Harry Potter book. Of course, it's the American edition, so I dunno if they spelled it different in England or anything...
July 31, 1995
Sibyll Trelawney sat alone in her tower, sipping a cup of tea, when she suddenly went rigid. Her eyes rolled and she spoke in the harsh, raspy tones she had used only twice before.
"The Child of Prophecy, Fate's Favorite, shall soon return...he has defeated the darkness that shadowed the land, but at the cost of too many…Fate allows her child to return and set right the wrong done…he shall awaken in this time in the midst of the eighth month before the second war begins, surrounded by the Phoenixes who fight the darkness…and five others shall come with him, the five most loyal who always believed in him – Horse, Dog, Otter, Hare, Bear…they shall fight the darkness again…those who were once enemies become allies, and allies may become friends…the Child of Prophecy returns…"
The final word lingered in the air for a moment, the s drawn out into a hiss, and then Trelawney shook her head.
"Oh dear," she said softly, her voice slightly hoarse from the prophecy she had made. "I seem to have spilled my tea…"
The sole portrait in her room watched her for a moment to see if she did anything else of interest, then hurried off to tell Dumbledore of what had occurred.
Trelawney poured herself another cup of tea, humming slightly to herself, not realizing what she had just said, nor what was soon to come.
Change was in the air.
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NOTICE: I'm probably not going to be updating this too often because I'm mainly focusing on my other fic, Grimmauld Place Reads Order of the Phoenix. I will work on this one, though, just not as often. I promise to try as hard as I can not to abandon this, but I'm not going to swear anything that I might not be able to keep. Oh Merlin. What if I made the Unbreakable Vow? That'd be really bad...well, going off to type up the next chapter! Ta!