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"Ah, yes Harry," Dumbledore said. "You wish to use my Pensieve?"
"Yes sir," Harry said. "I need to show Hermione something."
"Harry, I'm still kind of dazed," Hermione spoke up. "I don't know about this…"
"It's okay, just watch," Harry did as he had seen Dumbledore and Severus Snape do before. He drug his wand, very slowly, out from his forehead, extracting a thin, string-like memory. He placed it into the Pensieve, and told Hermione, "Put your head in there."
"Harry, I-"
"Please, Mione, just do it," He said. "Please."
"Oh, alright!" Hermione said, before dunking her head in the Pensieve. Harry did the same.
They were in Croaker's room. They were in the cold, blank, white room. The only object there was a wooden desk, and a black, leather chair. And of course, there was another Harry and Hermione, standing a little ways in front of them. Suddenly there was a black, "poof", and a man was sitting at the desk. The brightest white hair, with an odd smile, and a shortly cut, white, goatee. He spoke, "Hello, Harry Potter." He acknowledged the Harry in front of them. "Hermione Granger." The same, showing no signs of seeing the other Harry and Hermione a few feet behind them.
"Harry," Said Hermione, our Hermione. "What is going on?"
"This is my memory," He explained. "Watch." And a conversation was started in front of them.
"Um… hello, sir." Harry said. "What did you do to us?"
"Let me explain, my name is Mallory Croaker, I work for The Ministry of Magic."
"What section?" Hermione asked.
"Department of Mysteries." Mallory said.
"Are you going to tell us what's going on, or what?" Harry asked, his voice still cracking.
"Well it wouldn't be a mystery then, would it?" He said.
"I guess not," Harry said. "But we keep changing ages, why?"
"It's destiny, Harry." Mallory explained. "It all has to do with destiny."
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"You were not destined to be with Hermione, no. Not at all." He said.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Hermione shouted, angry.
"It means you were not destined to be, can I be any clearer?" He said.
"What is this about 'destiny'? My 'destiny' is to destroy Lord Voldemort, correct?" Harry asked as Mallory flinched at the mention of a certain name.
"Well defeating You-Know-Who is part of it, yes, but you are destined to be with this girl," Mallory said, pointing to a picture that appeared in mid-air, getting pinned to a magically invisible wall. "Ginny Weasley."
"That's crazy!" Harry exclaimed. "Who in their right mind could imagine THAT happening."
Finally our Harry and Hermione spoke again. "Who is he, to tell you your destiny?" Hermione spoke. "You just met him, he shouldn't be saying anything about you!"
"Well, he is from the Ministry," Harry said. "You know how they can get."
"True," said Hermione.
"Let's go." Dumbledore said, as they suddenly realized he had been behind them the entire time. Then they were blasted back up and out of the memory.
"Um, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry,"
"Can you please explain a bit?"
"Oh yes, you must be very confused," Dumbledore said. "It had seemed to me, as if he had struck you two at your three most powerful moments together. By taking you away from them as soon as they were about to get… let us say, 'stronger', he was able to erase some of your more romantic feelings."
"Romantic?" Hermione asked. "Me and Harry?"
Harry took back the memory, and quickly replaced it with one of him and Hermione's date in Hogsmeade. "Go ahead, get back in there, this might explain a bit to you," said Harry.
"Okay," And she stuck her head in the Pensieve.
"Professor Dumbledore," Harry started. "Can you explain the Prophecy. What does that relate with Ginny Weasley."
"I told you before, Harry, I can only guess," He said. "But the way I see it, the prophecy says that any reality other than the one with Ginny will be a disaster."
"But, who decides that but me? They can't decide life, based on a prediction!"
"You are absolutely correct Harry. The only person who can decide our destiny is…"
"Ourselves," Harry said.
"Correct," said Dumbledore. "Your future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one."
"I will, Professor, I will."
Hermione came tumbling back out of the Pensieve. "Oh, Harry! I remember now, I really do!" She came up to Harry and got ready to give him a great big-
"Um… Hermione," Harry said, pointing over her shoulder, at Dumbledore.
"Let me go break that door charm, and you'll be right out of here," he said, smiling.