A/N: True A/N at the end of this chapter, but i hope you enjoy this chapter

When Harry and his friends returned back to Hogwarts, Susan and Hannah said their goodbyes for now and walked down to their common room near the kitchen. Walking through the corridors, Hannah watched Susan with a curious expression, and that was not just because Susan was carrying a birdcage and her new raven with her.

Susan noticed Hannah's curious look and asked her friend if she had something on her face.

"Well no, I just asked myself why you did not bring up Madam Puddifoots again during our visit to Hogsmeade. I was sure that you wanted to bring Harry there and have a drink with him." Hannah smirked at her friend knowingly.

Susan sighed, looking back down at her raven Edgar. "Well, I was distracted by Edgar here, and to be honest I do not think that Harry would have liked it there. I mean, from what you told me when you took Neville there it is almost too pink. I mean, could you imagine Harry sitting there and drinking tea? Because I cannot." Susan rolled her eyes at the mental image of Harry surrounded by pink.

Susan looked back up at Hannah, and saw her grimace at the memory of her visit with Neville. Hannah groaned in self-recrimination and shook her head at the memory. "Well yea, thinking about it now it really is almost too cringy. That is the reason why I never took Neville back there. He was really uncomfortable there, maybe for another date or when the Hogsmeade visit falls on a Valentine's day it could fit, but not just going there for tea and pastries." Hannah shrugged and smiled at the thought.

The two friends laughed at that idea and soon arrived in front of the entrance to their common room. Edgar was flapping in his cage, almost as if he was asking when he could go out and fly again. "No worries Edgar, I'll look for our head of house and ask her what we can do with you. I am sure that you will find a place in the owlery for a while."

Susan did not search for long, as Professor Sprout was already there and talking with some older students. Edgar would soon be let out of his cage and flew through the common room before flying out the window to find his place in the owlery.

The next few weeks after the Hogsmeade visit were uneventful; only the anticipation for the Quidditch final, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. This match would determine if Gryffindor would retain the Quidditch cup for a third time in a row; both teams tried to sabotage their respective practice sessions, but all in the spirit of fair sportsmanship. So the worst that happened was Fred and George changing the dials of the Ravenclaw showers; so it would only run ice cold water. Something that was kind of welcomed after a heated practice in a warm spring.

On a sunny morning in mid-March, Harry noticed Sarina flying towards him with great speed. Harry noticed she was carrying two letters, one in each talon. To his surprise Serina didn't stop to drop off his letters as she expertly dropped it by his plate and flew off to Triss with the remaining letter, where she landed on the sorceress's shoulder and looked like she had flown at top speed from Kear Morhen to Hogwarts.

Harry was a bit nervous on what this could be about and looked over to Triss. He saw that she was smiling and even showing the letter to Lupin and Professor McGonagall. Now knowing that it could not be that bad, Harry opened his letter.

Hey Harry

I send you this letter to inform you that we have a new family member in Kear Morhen. Her name is Katrina and both her and Yen are healthy. Yen especially is glowing with happiness, even if the birth itself was a bit of an ordeal. You would not believe how many curses Yen knows when she is in labor. I swear that I saw Lambert even had written some of them down just to use them when he feels like it.

I included a picture of Yen and our daughter, sorry that it does not move like those wizarding pictures you are familiar with.

Train well and watch your back

Geralt

Harry looked back into the envelope and saw the picture Geralt had mentioned. Looking at it, he saw that it was in color, so it was taken with a normal muggle camera. It showed Yen with the brightest smile since he had known her and a baby in her arms. Looking at the face of the newborn, Harry noticed that she had Yennefer's nose and chin, but the bit of hair that was visible showed that she has white hair like Geralt.

Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry, noticed his smile when he looked at the picture. "Did something good happen Harry? Whom was this picture taken?"

Harry showed her the picture. "Let me introduce Katrina, the daughter of Yennefer of Vengerberg and Geralt of Rivia. And my honorary sister." At this statement, everyone around Harry perked up. It seemed to be big news that he now had a sister.

Hermione swatted Harry's shoulder and giggled. "Since when do you talk like Malfoy? But I must admit, she looks cute in this picture. She looks a lot like her mother." Hermione looked closely at the picture to gush at the new baby.

Harry nodded and looked at the picture again. He wondered what was going on in Kear Morhen right now.

Inside Kear Morhen, Yen was holding her daughter in her arms and singing so Katrina would sleep after getting her milk. It was still surreal to her that she really has a daughter now, even if she was pregnant for the last 9 months. But Yen was also a bit tired, as being a mother came with its own challenges. But she had found that her maternal instincts kicked in to wake her up as soon as she heard Katrina cry. But it felt a bit different compared to the time when Harry was a toddler, still Yen thought that it had something to do that Katrina is her own daughter.

The day of Katrina's birth was a turbulent one. When she felt the labor pains kicking in, she was almost bound to the bed by Geralt and Keira, while Doctor Halsey called the UNSC base in the valley for someone who could help them. Halsey spoke into a secure radio as she tried to explain the situation. "I am not a medical doctor, for Christ's sake. Now send someone that can help us."

Yen remembered vividly how loud Catherine was while Dobby brought some warm water and tried to calm Yen down.

Keira had some experience with helping women give birth from her time in a small village, but Yen saw that she gladly accepted the UNSC doctor that soon arrived in the room where Yen was leaning against a mountain of pillows in her bed in pain. The doctor then helped her push the baby out.

Just an hour later, all the occupants of the room heard the baby scream while Keira played the part of the midwife and cleaned the baby in the warm water.

Now a day later, Yen was back up on her feet and feeling so much lighter. When she laid Katrina down into her cradle, she heard a soft knock on the door to her room. "Who is it?"

"It is me Keira, can I come in?"

"Of course Keira, the door is open." Yen walked over to the bed and sat down while Keira came into the room and carried two glasses of water with her.

"You know that we could have asked Dobby to bring us something Keira. But thank you anyway." Yen accepted the glass and drank it eagerly.

Keira asked for Katrina so she could see if she was still alright. Yen shook her head and explained that Katrina was finally asleep. Keira looked longingly at the baby in the small bed next to Yen's. "You know, because of you and the rest I now wish for a child too. The only thing I need to work out is how to tell Lambert to undergo the same treatment that Geralt went through. Any tips on how I could do that?"

Both women discussed how Lambert could be convinced to make the same change that Geralt had gone through, not knowing that he had already done that.

The weekend of the Quidditch final was finally here, and both teams were hyped up for it. Gryffindor wanted to win the Quidditch cup again, while Ravenclaw wanted to prove that they also could win with their skills.

Harry was putting on his protective gear while they were in the locker room while listening to Oliver. "Well, this is my last match with you all. I am happy that I could play with you, and I must admit that this is the best team I could have played with in the last three years. If I could take you all with me to be in the same professional Quidditch team, I would do that in a heartbeat. I am sure if we could play together in the future with even better equipment, we could conquer the Quidditch leagues around the world. But for now, I think I must be satisfied with the Hogwarts Quidditch cup."

Fred and George both stood next to Oliver, both faking tears as their "beloved" captain gave his last motivational speech before a match. Fred wrapped his arm over Olver's shoulder. "Oh, dear captain, we will miss you…"

George repeated his brother's move and wrapped his arm on Oliver's other shoulder. "We hope that our next captain will be as good as you are..."

Fred nodded solemnly. "I mean, we all know that it won't be me or my brother..."

George rubbed his chin with his free hand with a mock thought. "What about a bet, dear brother? 1 Galleon that it will be Angelina?"

Fred nodded and shook his head. "I'll take that bet and say it is Katie."

The three chasers laughed while Angelina smacked both Weasleys heads. But Alicia took the thread that Fred and George had begun and asked who would bet on Harry becoming the next captain. Harry reacted with a face that only said, "are you kidding me?" while he finished tying his shoes.

They then heard Jordan opening the event in the commenter booth. "Good morning Hogwarts! and welcome to the Quidditch final Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. Now, are you all ready for it?"

The crowd was cheering loudly, so Jordan waited a bit before he continued. "Well then, let us greet both teams on the pitch and see who will win today. Come on out, Ravenclaw!"

Harry stood at the entrance to the pitch and watched the Ravenclaw team fly out as fast as they could and even perform some maneuvers in the air to hype their fans up even more. His broom already in his hand, he had an idea on how he could top that, especially when he saw his godfather sitting in the front row in the Gryffindor stands.

When Jordan called the Gryffindor team out to the pitch, Harry moved aside so his teammates would go out first, and when he was the last one in the locker room, he threw the broom as far as he could and ran after it. In his glasses Callie shook her head bemused. "It's not everyday you get to show off for someone,, but go for it Harry!"

Sirius saw Harry running after his broom that he had thrown on the pitch and jumping on it. But instead of sitting on it, Harry stood on it and climbed up into the air like a surfer on a wave in the ocean. When he even did a loop while still standing on it, he heard the Gryffindors around him cheering so loud that even a cannon blast would be muffled enough to be unheard. Sirius laughed at this scene that looked like what James had done in his last match for the team in their seventh year.

Harry soon stopped by his spot in the team's formation and waited for Madam Hooch to start the game. Harry saw her looking at him with a grin on her lips. "Captains, shake hands. Now if we are finished with the pregame acrobatics, I will release the balls and the game will begin. I want to see a fair and honest game." Hooch used her wand to open the chest with the Quidditch balls and right afterwards she blew her whistle to start the game.

Harry accelerated and flew over the pitch in search of the snitch. He noticed that Chang was following him as close as she could, so he decided to see how much she could handle. He pushed his Firebolt towards its maximum speed and soon left her behind him. He kept his speed up for a bit until he slowed down again so he could look for the snitch. He soon found it, but when he chased after it, Chang flew across him to throw him off the scent so to speak.

Harry was just a bit annoyed, even if Chang was winking at him with a flirty grin. He turned around and sped up again, but Chang was still hot on his tail. Harry guessed that Ravenclaw tried to tie him up and get a big lead over his team before the snitch would be caught. Well, that seemed not to work out well if Jordan's comments were to be believed.

"And that's another goal made by Spinnet, that brings Gryffindor to 100 to 20 from Ravenclaw. All the while, Potter seems to have seen the snitch multiple times, but is always blocked by his counterpart on the other team. Come on Potter, stop being a gentleman." Harry heard Jordan and decided to forget his chivalry and give his all. So he flew up into the sky with Chang following him as fast as she could.

Harry abruptly changed course and dove straight down performing a Wronski Feint, hoping that Chang would fall for it. He had used this trick against Cedric after all and Chang had watched him perform it. But when he glanced behind him, he saw that she was still following him as close as she could, thinking that he had seen the snitch again. He then pulled back up at the last moment, with Chang hitting the ground rather harsh.

Jordan exclaimed in amazement at Harry's feint. "OUCH! Looks like Chang fell for Potter's Wronski Feint! Should've seen that coming after he pulled that trick on Diggory in Gryffindor's last match with Huffpuff."

While Harry gained altitude, he saw the golden shimmer just under the Gryffindor's middle goalpost and turned on the spot to be in line to catch it. His hands soon closed around the fast little ball and the game was over.

Gryffindor and Jordan cheered at Harry's catch. "And there we have it, once again it is Gryffindor who comes out victorious from the match. After another wonderfully executed Wronski Feint from Harry Potter, he catches the snitch with such speed that even Madam Hooch had to look twice. I tell you, if Harry Potter does not play for England when he is finished with school, I will cut my hair off." The crowd laughed at Jordan's joke.

After Harry had landed on the ground, he was almost run over by his teammates, which pulled him into hugs, Oliver still cheering as the loudest. "Yes! Harry, we did it again! The Hogwarts Quidditch cup carries our names for a third time." Harry noticed Sirius walking over to them with a pink haired witch by his side.

Climbing from their brooms, the teams shook the hands of their opponents and then retreated towards their locker rooms. But Sirius asked Harry if he could wait for a moment. "I need to talk to you. You can join the celebrations later. Tonks, would you please leave us alone for this? I think you wanted to talk with Mr. Chief?"

Sirius looked at Harry as the young wizard was laughing. "Sorry Sirius, but John doesn't like to be called Mr. Chief. Either you call him Master Chief or Chief Wulf, he reserves the use of his name for his friends. I am sure that…what is your last name Miss?" Harry looked over to the pink haired witch with raised brow.

Tonks smiled as she answered Harry's question. "It is Tonks, but if you even call me Ms. Tonks, I will hex you to next week. I guess Chief Wulf is now heading over to the obstacle courses? I will accompany him, so I can show him what improvements i made during the Auror training." Tonks waved at Harry and Sirius and jogged over to catch up with John.

Harry nodded and then turned towards his godfather hoping he could explain who this pink witch was.

Sirius chuckled at his godson's look, he shrugged and smiled. "Sorry about that. That's my cousin, well, second cousin who refuses to be addressed by her first name. Only her mother uses it, much to Tonks' chagrin. Anyway Tonks is my ah…protective detail." Seeing Harry's worried look Sirius hastened to explain. "Not what you think! I'm still being hounded by reporters, so Amelia is being a bit sneaky and using Tonks, as my cousin, she can keep it low key so Fudge won't make a fuss. If it helps, Tonks was the one who picked out that mad little owl that I gifted your friend." Sirius chuckled at the memory of meeting Pigwidgeon.

Harry nodded slowly and looked over Sirius's shoulder at Tonks who was now talking animatedly with John as the two walked out of the pitch. Harry frowned in thought. "One question though, is it normal to see pink hair in witches? I don't think I've ever seen that."

Sirius barked out a laugh at Harry's confused look. "No, that's not normal for witches but normal for Tonks. She's a metamorphmagus, a shapeshifter. It's actually a rare gift that's in the Black family, and hasn't been seen for generations. Dead useful in her job as an Auror though."

As they walked over to the far side of the pitch Sirius regarded his godson with a grin. "I must say , pup, you really know how to handle that broom. I don't think even James could pull that off. Mind you, he was a chaser not a seeker. Sure he liked to catch a practice snitch that he nicked from the Quidditch trunk but to fly like a madman? I don't think he'd be that crazy." Sirius shook his head in fond memory.

Harry just shrugged casually brushing off the compliment but glad to hear about his father from a different source. "To be honest, it was the only thing I could think of to throw Chang off my tail since she seemed to be determined to follow me around. After today's game that puts me at 9-0 since I started in my first year."

That statement caused Sirius to stop in his tracks and stare at his godson in surprise. "What? No way, first years aren't allowed to bring their broom. Something about only those who can handle it, the natural fliers, could handle playing in a match. How the hell did you get on the team in your first year?" Sirius all but demands an explanation.

Harry chuckled at the memory of how he got himself on the team. "Blame Malfoy." Seeing Sirius's confused look Harry explained. "In our first flying lesson Neville Longbottom dropped his Remembrall after he fell off his broom." Harry paused at Sirius's stricken look. "Eh, He only suffered a broken wrist. Anyway Malfoy found it and thought he could be brave on a broom by flying up and putting it in a high branch. Only I disagreed with his poor manners and picked up a school broom and followed him. Malfoy, being the arse he is, thought he could get away with throwing the Remembrall but I gave chase and caught it as it, at a dive from 50 feet."

Seeing Siriuss's stunned look Harry shrugged and continued his story. "Yeah, McGonagall saw it and decided there and then to put me on the team. So like I said, I have Malfoy to thank for getting me on the team in my first year." Harry smirked.

Harry laughed at Sirius, slowly shook his head and tried to recompose himself. "On a school broom? Have they even updated those things since I was a student here?"

Harry shrugged. "You'll have to ask Madam Hooch, but I don't think so. Funny thing is, that was my first flying experience too." Harry smiled somewhat proudly at his own ability.

Sirius smiled sadly seeing Harry doesn't remember his time as a baby much. "It wasn't actually." Harry looked at him in surprise. "I got you a toy broom for your first birthday. Sure it could only fly about a few feet off the ground but you had your father chasing you throughout the cottage trying to catch you." Sirius laughed at the look on Harry's face. "Yeah, you were flying before you could walk properly; of course Lily threatened to hex me for the next decade if I ever got you another broom before you were 10." Siriius smiled sadly as he just realized he missed watching Harry grow up.

Sirius sighed and shook his head again. "I'm sorry, pup. I should have been there for you growing up but I let my grief overrule my common sense. I wanted to bring Pettigrew in, for justice for Lily and James but I didn't realize I was walking into a trap." Sirius looked down at his feet not sure how to explain this bit.

Harry put his hand on his godfather's shoulder to try to comfort him. "It wasn't your fault Sirius. You couldn't have known they'd chuck you into Azkaban after that. I had a good childhood, I learned alot about a different kind of magic and I learned to keep myself physically fit. John always said 'a strong body makes for a better wizard'. That's why he's got those obstacle courses you saw coming into the grounds."

Sirius looked up at Harry in surprise. Harry nodded towards where Tonks and John had walked off; in the direction of the obstacle courses. "We have our own at Kear Morhen too, you know? Similar but different. And I started running them when i was 7." At Sirius aghast look Harry defended John. "It was my choice to learn Sirius. It always had to be my choice to train at an early age. I watched them train and I wanted to be like them." Harry wasn't sure how much to tell Sirius but Callie advised it wasn't a good idea to reveal his status as a Witcher yet; Harry knew Lupin hadn't revealed his secret to his godfather yet as Sirius wouldn't understand yet.

Harry spoke quietly so Sirius could understand the depth of his feelings. "You probably don't know this but Voldemort tried to recruit Geralt and the Witchers with him. Geralt flatly declined his offer, but Voldemort didn't take rejection well and tried to punish them. Voldemort lost more Death Eaters that day than he did during his war here in Britain. It's why Death Eaters fear Witchers, especially Geralt. And Geralt wasn't alone in that skirmish either."

Sirius nodded slowly in understanding. Yeah, Remus mentioned Geralt of Rivia. Heard about him as a kid. He really killed Greyback?" Seeing Harry nod Sirius nodded in turn. "Then I have no quarrel with him. Greyback needed to be put down like a rabid dog years ago." Sirius paused as he collected his thoughts. "Still, at least you had a happy childhood. "

Quickly looking around Sirius took out his wand and erected some privacy charms. Seeing Harry's raised eyebrow Sirius smiled sheepishly. "Ah, speaking of children and childhood, that's something I've been meaning to talk to you about." Sirius scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Seeing Harry waiting for him to continue, Sirius spoke again. "You see, I named you as my heir as you surely know already. Now, there lies the small problem. You see, this would only come to fruition if I would be either dead or could not sire children on my own. Sadly, my time in Azkaban did have such an effect on my body that I have become infertile. And this means for you, that you have to carry on the house Black as well your own family name, the most ancient and noble house of Potter. Which means, when the time comes, you need two wives to continue both bloodlines."

Harry sighed, surprising Sirius. He had at least thought that Harry would flip out for being put on the spot so to speak. But Harry just ran his hand through hair and looked back at his godfather. "I already was aware that I would need more than one wife when I would become ready to ask a woman to marry me. Yen was a good teacher and as soon as we found out, thanks to the Goblins, that I would inherit multiple family names we studied all those ancient laws that Britain holds on to like their life depended on it." Harry rolled his eyes at those ancient laws and traditions. Shaking his head Harry continued. "So do not worry, our houses will continue into the future, but for now all I want is to have a normal life that I will fondly remember in the future." In Harry's head, he thought that his life was just as normal as it could get for a Witcher who was on his way to be further augmented.

Sirius was surprised at how mature Harry was, but left the feeling of becoming old to be dealt with later. He was still in his prime afterall, or so he thought. "Ah yes, this woman I have heard so much about since my trial. I have to say, her fiery temper during Wizengamot meetings as a proxy for house Potter is legendary. Oh that reminds me, I wanted to invite you, your extended family, and your friends to the Quidditch World Cup final this summer. You see, I can buy so many tickets for this event that I have already reserved a top box just for us. Just tell me who you wanted to invite, and I will see it done. See it as a birthday present in advance." Sirius grinned at the idea of a big present.

Harry grinned just like Sirius and nodded, thanking him before walking over to the locker room with the promise that Harry would send Sirius a list of names. Sirius also turned towards the castle where the obstacle courses were, as he had heard from his cousin that she would most likely be there.

John just turned around enough to glance at Sirius, who was walking towards him after his talk with Harry, while still watching Tonks showing off her new abilities. They stood silently next to each other while Tonks was running down the obstacle course. Sirius broke the silence first as he watched his cousin run. "You know Chief Wulf, I must thank you and the rest of your friends for caring for Harry while I was in prison. I told him that he should send me a list with the names that he wants to invite to the Quidditch World Cup, but please see yourself as invited, so, will you come?"

Not answering Sirius, he turned back fully towards Tonks and told her not to hold back anymore, or she would have to run the course 10 more times. After he had given his orders, John looked back at Sirius who was looking at him curiously. "Thank you for this offer Mr. Black. If you don't mind, would this invitation also include Triss Merigold, Yennefer of Vengerberg and Geralt of Rivia? All those people helped raise Harry to the young man he is today and it would feel wrong if only myself would be included."

Sirius nodded as he watched his cousin move faster. "Of course they are also invited, I will send them a letter right anyway as soon as we are back home. Now, can you explain me what Tonks is doing right now?"

Just as John was about to explain, they heard Tonks calling them from the far end of the course. "I am running Sirius, can't you see that? I am still trying to get the higher ups to listen to me when I say we should change the training regime in the Auror corps, but my suggestions do not even make it to Madam Bones. I mean, I can run circles around my classmates during exercises and not even break a sweat."

John grinned, an expression that made Tonks shudder as if she was thrown into ice water. John called out and his words had Sirius wincing in sympathy for his cousin. "Well, if you have enough air in your lungs to speak, you are not running fast enough. Again." John was stern even while grinning and crossed his arms over his chest. Tonks looked at him in shock but returned to the starting line. For Sirius it reminded him of his days under Alastor Moody.

Sirius laughed out loud, but he was just glad that Moody did not do the same thing as it looked rather complicated to run through here at a fast pace.

John shook his head at Sirius laughing at his cousin. John spoke quietly so it wouldn't distract Tonks. His words wiped the grin from Sirius's face. "If Moody could get approval to add these courses to Auror training regime he would have added them years ago. The biggest cause for fatality in the battlefield is fatigue; if you're not prepared to push yourself for a long duel you're gonna get yourself killed. And you know the better duelists are those who don't just stand still and throw curses either." Sirius grimaced as he knew the big man was right.

As summer came to the landscape of Scotland, many students stayed outside to enjoy the warmth. Meanwhile, Harry was walking from the library where he had returned a book he had borrowed to write his essay on Defense against the Dark Arts, and he just walked through the corridors of the castle. He noticed a teacher standing by a statue and looking at cards in her hand, mumbling something. Thanks to Callie, he knew that this was Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher. In his glasses Callie was frowning. She knew Trelwany, according to Cortana rarely left her tower.

As Harry did not try to stay silent, Professor Trelawney of course heard him walking through the corridor and turned around to see who it was. She looked through her glasses that made her eyes look a whole size bigger than they were. Callie commented that she looked like an owl without wings. Callie shook her head bemused, adding to the comment. "Maybe she needs new glasses? I am sure that those do not help at all."

Harry chuckled at that comment, but when he saw Professor Trelawney suddenly shudder and standing differently, he hurried over to her in case she was in some kind of pain. "Professor, are you alright? Do you need help?"

Professor Trelawny's voice was deep and raspy, and it sounded like she was far away from here as she spoke. "Bound by deception a servant has finally freed himself from his chains. Before midnight, he will set out and seek his master, who waits, abandoned by his followers and friendless for the last twelve years, to help him come back. The Dark Lord will rise again, but he will be ill prepared for what lies hidden in shadows; for the wolf and the eagle, watch and wait for the moment to strike."

Coughing, Professor Trelawney blinked, and her posture changed again before fixating on Harry. "Ah, you are Mr. Potter correct? Of course, you are. I hoped I would see you in my class as you would have benefited greatly by my teachings." Harry noticed that she seemed to not know what she just had said to him before.

Callie sent the recording of it to Cortana and Roland for further analysis, as Harry spoke with Professor Trelawney for a bit and then said his goodbye to her.

Callie relayed the order she just had gotten from Roland. "Harry, we need to speak with Professor Dumbledore about this, he surely knows more about Trelawany than he had told the others. Maybe he even can give us more insight on how we should interpret this." Harry agreed and walked towards the headmaster's office as fast as he could without raising unnecessary suspicion from someone who would be close by.

Dumbledore sat at his desk, looking over paperwork when he heard a beep from his desk. Looking at the spot, he soon saw Cortana materializing herself on his desk with her hands behind her back and looking serious at Dumbledore. "Professor, I just received a recording from Callie that showed Professor Trelawney had made a prophecy right in front of Harry. I already alerted John to come here, as Harry is already on his way and will arrive in the next few minutes. Me and the rest of the UNSC-detachment think that it is time for Harry to know the prophecy that was made about him all those years ago."

Dumbledore sighed; he really had hoped that he did not have to do this. But after a short time, he agreed with Cortana. "You are right Cortana; I should have done this some time ago. You can stay while I discuss this with Harry, as after the removal of the horcrux in him lessened the pressure on him considerably." Just as Dumbledore had finished the sentence, Harry knocked on the door and Dumbledore told him to enter.

Harry walked into the office, looking directly at the Headmaster. He noticed that Cortana was on Dumbledore's desk, so Harry was sure that Dumbledore was already informed. "Professor, thank you for allowing me to come and speak with you. I am sure you already know what it is about?"

Dumbledore nodded, standing up from his desk and walking over to a cabinet on the side that was situated between some bookshelves. "Yes, Harry I was informed that Sybill has made a prophecy to you as well what it entailed. I think you understand that such a prophecy can be interpreted in many ways, for example the bit about the one bound by deception. That could mean someone who has lied to keep himself safe or he was told a lie to keep him where he is now. If it is the former, we can be certain that it is someone who was an unmarked Death Eater but does not strike me as the type of man to leave loose ends or someone who had told us that they was under the Imperius curse during the war. If it is the latter, we have no clue who it could be." Dumbledore grimaced as he hoped this was not the case.

Shaking his head, Dumbledore looked at Harry critically. "Speaking of prophecies, I think its time I showed you one that Sybill had made thirteen years ago, just shortly before you were born."

Dumbledore turned back to the cabinet and pulled out the pensive and placed it on his desk. Afterwards he placed his wand on his temple and pulled a silvery strand that clung to the tip of his wand; Dumbledore lowered his wand with the strand into the stone bowl . "You see Harry, what I just pulled from my mind is a memory of the prophecy I just mentioned. Please pay close attention to it." Dumbledore tabbed the pensive with his wand, and a person materialized in the air like Cortana and Callie would when they would activate their holographic projectors. Harry recognized the woman to be Professor Trelawney, even if she was younger in this memory.

Her voice was deep and raspy just like before when she had told Harry the other prophecy. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. 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 seventh month dies."

As the prophecy ended, Dumbledore looked at Harry for any kind of shock. Seeing him collected and calm, Dumbledore only could imagine what was going on in the head of the young witcher in front of him. "This, Harry, was the first time Sybill had told me a prophecy like that. Just after that, I heard that a Voldemort spy had heard it until the part where it was told who the parents were, so Voldemort never heard the second part of this prophecy. That he acted on the first only showed how afraid he was of losing his power in any shape or form. But just like the other prophecy, it depends how it would be interpreted. If Voldemort had heard more of this prophecy, he may have never even considered attacking your parents, so he would not have chosen you or the other boy this prophecy could have meant as his equal." Dumbledore paused as he thought about it some more, shrugging his shoulders he sighed. "How Voldemort would have acted differently if he knew the full prophecy is anyone's guess. Killing you that Halloween night, to him, seemed like the simplest thing to do."

Harry nodded in understanding, but something was nagging in his mind. Firstly, why was the memory still on display and still repeating the prophecy even with a lower volume, and secondly the part about where one must kill the other. "Professor, there is something I do not understand. It said that either I must kill him, or he must kill me. What does that mean?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought when there was a knock on the door, Cortana stopped Dumbledore from turning off the pensive by telling him it was Triss and John at the door. Dumbledore gave Harry an apologetic smile as he turned to the door. "Do come in, Triss, the door is open for you. And thank you for grabbing John, I think it is time I lay all my cards on the table." After Triss had let herself and John in, she closed the door and renewed the privacy charms that were placed on it.

"Do forgive me Harry that I called them here, but it is only fair that we get all on the same page as soon as possible. As for your question Harry, I was convinced that Voldemort had to kill you to be defeated. That was until I heard that Yen and Triss have successfully removed the shard of Voldemort's soul from your scar, so it was no longer bound to you. You see, this way you kept him anchored until it was removed, as it must have siphoned some of your magic from you to strengthen him. But as you no longer have that shard in you, the link was severed, and you no longer keep him anchored. Sadly, he made multiple horcruxes, the item I told you all about at the end of January last year. But on the bright side, we already have destroyed at least two, yourself included. Now we only need to find out how many he had made. So this part from the prophecy can be ignored as soon as we have destroyed all the horcruxes, which would count on you killing him."

"And as for the power Voldemort knows not, beside love, you also know about technology that Voldemort ignored completely. So he does not know you have been trained how to use firearms or what you are capable of doing now and after your visit to Infinity; of course, no one knows what your upper limits will be after that. And I very much doubt Voldemort will be any more prepared for it now, as you are, and then, after your augmentation." Turning towards Triss and John, Dumbledore explained to them about the prophecy that Professor Trelawney had made just half an hour ago. Cortana played the video that Callie sent her of Trelawany's second prophecy.

Triss listened carefully, trying to make sense of all these things. While she thought about the prophecy and all the different meanings.

Cortana turned towards the occupants in the office and enlarged her avatar to gain their attention. "You do realize until we find out who has vanished to find Voldemort, we cannot react in any way to prevent whatever this person has planned. All we can do is prepare more so we will be ready. I will contact Yen, Keira and Captain Lasky, so they can see what we can do during this summer break. We also have to assume that the Quidditch World Cup is too much of a target for the remaining Death Eaters to not attack, so John suggested bringing some agents and friends of his to be a subtle security detail."

Dumbledore nodded, thanking Cortana and the others for their input. "Then it is settled, until we find out if Voldemort really does return to Britain, we will prepare our forces to deal with him swiftly. And Harry, I hope this news does not disturb your plans for your summer break. Do not forget, you only grew up once."

Cortana couldn't help quipping in good fun for Harry's benefit. "Actually, he'll grow up, as in several inches I'm thinking," Cortana gestured to John. "Take our resident cave man here, he got a major growth spurt after his augmentation."

John rolled his eyes at his partner's dry humor. He knew she wasn't wrong however and hoped Harry could manage the new height with a straight face. He wasn't sure how his friends would react though.

Growing almost a full foot in height over the short time of the summer break would make the other wonder what he would eat for sure.

A/N: Thank you all who did read this chapter.

HowinMadeHowie deserves the credit for the scene between Harry and Sirius, as well all the corrections that he made to this chapter that it is a good read.

I was at a loss how to write the whole scene between Harry and Sirius, so my version was halfbaked, but HowInMadeHowie did come to the rescue so to speak and revised the whole scene that it makes sence and fits the story line. So please, go to his profile and look what kind of stories he works with.

So have a good day and until the next chapter