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James! Nice to see you again, mate." said Frank Longbottom, shaking James' hand.
"Hi, Frank! How's Alice and little Neville?"
"Good, I suppose. Alice is a little scared for Neville and all, but still good."
"Yeah, Lily's been the same way."
"Well . . . what do you expect? I mean, our one of our kids is going to kill Voldemort." reasoned Frank.
James sighed in agreement."Mmm, but not all prophecies turn out to be real."
"True. Hey! I think Dumbledore's here."
James followed Frank's line of vision to the rooms' doorway, which Albus Dmbledore was standing in.
"Cool. I got to go talk to him. See you soon, Frankie!"
Frank laughed at the black-haired man and gave a little wave. "See ya, mate."
James left Frank's side and headed over to the white-haired wizard, who was currently examining the room in which they were with a look of great curiousity. He smiled as he watched the man approach, already having an idea about what James wanted to talk to him for. The young man was not known for following plans, unless it involved a prank or Lily Evans, now Potter.
"Hey, Professor?" James asked after a minute of standing side-by-side in silence, not so much as a greeting exchanged.
"Yes, James?" His eyes twinkled with that knowing look that creeped out most people.
"Do you think it would be OK if we keep changing Secret Keepers? Lily and I both think that it would really put Voldemort off, and we were wondering if you'd be one of the rotations, sir?"
"Why, of course I will! I consider it a privilage. Anything else you would like to ask, before I start the meeting?"
"No, sir. Thank you for agreeing to this, Professor."
"It is no problem, James. Now! You might want to get comfortable, this meeting will more than likely be a long one."
James and Dumbledore shared a chuckle. "OK, sir."
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"Excuse me, everyone! If you would like to get comfortable, I have a lot to tell you all."
Dumbledore waited as all of the members of the Order took seats around the room and settled down. The aging man began to pace in front of the fire in the ornate fire place. He turned to look at the apprehensive group after a few minutes.
"First of all . . . I would like to tell you of a newly-made prophecy." He waited until the whispers died out before contining. "I wish to show you something. Now, if you would all like to step up to the Pensieve."
Everyone gingerly stood up and crowded around the magnificent stone basin. Peering carefully into it, the Order fell in to the open memory, one by one. Once they were all in, the last being Dumbledore, the watched the scene unfolding in front of their eyes, only a few months old, at the most.
Dumbledore was sitting at a table, drinking a butterbeer. After watching the memory-Dumbledore glancing at the door for a few minutes, the group had concluded that the Professor was awaiting someone.
"Professor? Why are we here?" asked James quietly after another few minutes.
The older man made 'shushing' noise and gesture. "Be patient, James."
No more than 10 seconds later, a stick-thin woman draped in beads, bangles and chains with coke-bottom glasses walked into the dingy pub. She floated over to Dumbledore, giving everyone the feeling that she wasn't all there.
"Wonderful to meet you at last, Professor. I am Sybil Trelawny." simpered the woman in sickly-sweet voice.
"It's great to meet you as well, my dear. May I buy you a drink?"
Trelawny declined the offer with a shake of her head and sank down into the chair opposite Dumbledore. The Professor folded his hands in his lap and leant forward.
"What skills do you possess that you think makes you adequate for the position as Divination professor?" He asked in that damned conversational tone of his.
The woman sighed dramatically. " I possess the Inner Eye." she whispered, an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.
"Really?" the man chuckled quietly. "Care to make a prediction for me?"
James and Frank were pleased to see that her face faltered before she answered. She closed her eyes.
"I see a horrible end. A green light and a bottle of butterbeer!" she stuttered after a moment.
"That sounds quite devastating! I will contact you in about a week, alright?"
"Thankyou, sir!"
And just before she got up she suddenly went into a trance-like state and suddenly began to talk in a deep voice.
'Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the 7th 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 7th month dies.'
The shocked look on Dumbledore and Trelawny's face was the last thing that everyone saw before the felt themselves being pulled upwards and landing back in Headquarters.
"As some of you may have figured out, the only possible people that were mentioned could be are James and Lily's child; Harry, or Frank and Alice's child; Neville. Both couples have got a Secret Keeper, but we would like to have some Order members watching them at all times. They are prime candidates of an attack." Dumbledore took a deep breath. "So if you would like to put your name down, and the days and times you could do for this week, that would be appreciated."
All the Order walked up to the sheet of parchment and put their names down. After the last person had signed, Dumbledore rolled up the parchemnt and placed it in his pocket.
"Thankyou! I will have the roster by tomorrow, OK? So . . . I bid you all good night, and I expect you here at 8 tomorrow night."
A week later……
"Hey, Emmeline! Fabian! Would you do me a favour? I wanted to make our annerversary special, so I was just wondering if you would mind taking some Polyjuice potion, and we would turn into you. You would turn into us. That is if you want to?" James rushed out.
"Of course, we will, mate!" Fabian thumped James on the back when the latter let out a deep breath.
"Thanks a heap guys! This really means a lot to me and Lily." Fabian and Emmeline waved off the thanks. "So! On Tuesday, can you come to our house 'round seven? Harry will be in bed, so he shouldn't be a problem."
"See you at seven on Tuesday, then!" smiled Emmeline.
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