***We don't have an exact date on when the first prophecy was made, we just know that Dumbledore mentions it was "sixteen years ago" by June of OoTP (1996), so some people say June 1980. That would also make sense for timelines in terms of hiring new professors, however other sources say it was made in early 1980. I shot the middle. I sort of like the poetry of it happening on the same day that Voldemort is defeated eighteen years from then.

Text in italics is from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (book)

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Nunc Dimitis - Arvo Part, VOCES8

Ch. 36 - Premonition

May 2nd, 1980

"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... 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 seventh month dies..."

Dumbledore, who had been headed for the door, turned slowly to face Sybill Trelawney. "What did you say?" he asked, mouth agape. In the candlelight he could discern that she was staring back at him with a blank expression. The ticking of the clock on the wall, which had seemed so pronounced during her barely-sufferable ramblings in the earlier part of their meeting, seemed a distant sound now.

Trelawney, now with beads of sweat on her forehead, removed her thick rimmed glasses and rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she apologized, fumbling to put her spectacles back on. "I must have been momentarily daydreaming...What was it you were saying?"

Dumbledore rushed back to his seat. "The boy born as the seventh month dies. What did you say about the boy born in the seventh month?"

Sybill jumped in surprise at both his speed and the sudden urgency in his voice. Her eyes darted around nervously, wondering if this was some sort of interview question. After a little while, she finally bucked up the courage to admit her ignorance. "P-Professor Dumbledore s-sir," she stuttered. "I'm afraid I have n-no idea what you're talking about…"

It occurred to Dumbledore that Sybill had no recollection of what she'd just said, nor its magnitude. She'd made this prediction - this prophecy - in a trance. He was almost impressed, seeing as the rest of her interview for the Divination position at Hogwarts had been rather lousy.

Albus needed to hear exactly what she'd just said repeated again, and if Trelawney could not remember her words, he would have to draw them from his own memory. He had to get back to Hogwarts - back to the pensive in his office. He stood up as suddenly as he'd sat back down and made his way towards the door for a second time.

"D-did I get the job?" Sybill asked, standing to walk after him.

Albus was stopped at the door by Aberforth, who was panting from just having rushed back up the stairs. "Caught someone snooping," he reported, pointing toward the window. Albus turned his head just in time to see a boy with shoulder-length black hair disapparating some distance away from the Hog's Head. "He was listening through the door, so I threw him out."

"How long ago?"

"Just a few minutes."

Calmly, Albus turned back to Trelawney. "Congratulations, Sybill. You'll move into Hogwarts Castle immediately, and will start as the new Divination Professor in the fall."

Sybill Trelawney now had a target on her back. Despite her mostly-rotten interview, it was now clear that she did in fact possess Divination capabilities, and she would be safe at Hogwarts. Albus was already on his way out the door before he could hear her express her thanks.

…

"My lord."

Rising from his seat at the head of the banquet table, Tom Riddle swiveled his head around to see who was addressing him. "Ah, welcome back Severus," he cooed.

At least twenty other Death Eaters were seated around the table, all wearing black robes. With the eyes of The Dark Lord's most loyal followers upon him, Snape got down on one knee to kiss his master's skeletal hand. But as soon as he took it in his grasp, Voldemort jerked it away so suddenly that it made Snape flinch.

"You have come empty handed. Did I not instruct you to return only when you'd brought me the sword of Gryffindor?"

Snape bowed his head even lower. "Yes, my Lord. However, the sword...proved difficult to locate. I followed Albus Dumbledore in the hopes of obtaining it; but in my search, I have stumbled upon information which, I assure you, is of greater urgency."

"Greater urgency than bringing me that which I seek?"

"Yes, my Lord. It is my sincerest desire to serve you; but this information must be brought to your attention at once…"

Snape kept his gaze fixed on the cold stone floor as he awaited Voldemort's reply. At first, he gave none. Then, with a fluid upward stroke of his wand, he raised Severus to his feet.

"Very well," he agreed. "Let us hear this information."

"Perhaps, my lord, it should land on no one's ears but yours. It is very…sensitive."

The Dark Lord thought for a moment. Then, with one turn of his wrist, everybody at the table stood from their seats and disapparated, though Lucius Malfoy lingered a moment longer than the others - probably out of hope for an invitation to stay, since he'd been selected to host the meeting in the first place. When no such invitation came, he disapparated too.

"Now, what is it you wish to tell me?"

…

May 5th

Crash.

The noise downstairs prompted her to shoot up from the bed and snatch her wand.

It was close to two in the morning.

He wasn't supposed to be back for another few days.

She was by herself in the house.

Godric's Hollow wasn't really known to have high rates of burglary-

"It's me," called a strained voice.

As she bolted down the stairs, her adrenaline surged. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Why else would he be home so early-?

"Lumos."

He was slouched on the floor - sweaty and pale and heaving - with his back propped up against the coffee table. A significant amount of blood streaked down his shirt, and appeared to originate from the spot where his hand was clutching his shoulder.

She scrambled to his side.

"Remus, oh my God!"

"Didn't land so well," he wheezed. "Knocked the lamp over-"

"What happened?!" Emmeline whimpered, her hands trembling as they hovered over him.

"You must remember to ask a question to confirm my identity-"

"That was my question."

"Someone saw me taking notes and tipped off the Alpha. I shouldn't have been trying to keep a written record, I feel like such an idiot-"

"Diffindo." The fabric of his t-shirt was sliced from his neckline to his sleeve. "Let me see..."

Remus removed his hand, scrunching his face as she peeled the fabric down off him. Something had pierced clean through his shoulder like an arrow.

Emmeline tried unsuccessfully to hold back her tears. "What the hell did this?"

"I didn't catch the spell, I was running. It felt cold, though-"

"I can't fix this with dittany, it's far too deep."

"I hoped Lily might have something. I know it's late, but-"

"James and Lily are in Blackpool."

"What? Since when?"

"They left a few days ago. Remus-"

"What are they doing in Blackpool-?"

"We can talk about it at the hospital. I'm taking you to St. Mungo's."

"No, I just came home to clean myself up a bit," he said with about as much urgency as one might feel if they'd spilled sauce on their shirt at dinner. "I have to inform Dumbeldore straight away."

Emmeline's nostrils flared. "Dumbledore can come to you." Before Remus could protest, she stood with her wand and began moving it in a small circular motion. "Remus is home, and he's hurt. Come as soon as you can," she instructed while her Patronus materialized. As the wolf bounded away, Emmeline trotted to fetch a few cloths from the bathroom, then returned and began tearfully wiping the blood from his hand and torso.

"Albus will be so disappointed…" Remus lamented, squeezing his eyes shut.

He couldn't see Emmeline gritting her teeth -

"He should just be grateful you're alive."

- but the frustration is her voice was a bit of a giveaway.

"...Look at me," Remus beckoned, pressing his forehead to hers.

She tore her gaze from her work and glanced up, sniffling. Since she'd been so focused on his injury, she hadn't noticed until now how exhausted he looked. Going without the Wolfsbane must've been hellish enough without adding a wound like this to the mix.

"Please don't cry," he whispered, tucking an unruly lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm alright."

"You're not. This is exactly what I was afraid of."

"It's my own bloody fault. It could've been worse, all things considered."

Emmeline's expression twisted up as she leaned out of his grasp and pointed to the wound, then moved her finger mere inches away. "That's how narrowly they missed your heart," she wept.

"From now on, I promise to be more careful-"

"Tell Dumbledore you're done."

Remus looked back and forth between her eyes, huffing a sigh.

"...I can't."

"He'll understand."

"I can't go back on my word."

"Whatever intel you're trying to gather cannot be worth this."

"We're at war, Emmeline. We're all risking our lives every day, and I'm just doing my part-"

"Nobody else in the Order is willingly making camp with the enemy."

"Not all of them are our enemies."

"Remus, look at what they've done to you!"

"Emmeline, I'm the only one-"

"I know you are, but I can't-…I can't-…" She brought her palms to her eyes and gulped for air.

"Just take a deep breath-"

"You already contend with so much strain on your body outside of being chased and attacked in the middle of the night-"

"Please don't baby me."

"I'm not trying to baby you, I'm trying to get it through your head that you're not expendable," she inadvertently snapped.

Remus swallowed and looked away. "I didn't say I thought I was."

"…You didn't have to." She gently took his face in her hands, all but forcing eye contact. "If I-..." She had to pause to steady her voice. "If I ever lost you, I would never recover. Do you understand?"

Remus couldn't string together a response. Though he wasn't keen on the idea of dying, he thought Emmeline might not be giving herself enough credit - but if he said as much right now, she'd likely hex him.

"Just-...do it for me. Please. Tell him you can't carry out these extra assignments anymore."

Remus's jaw swung down to say something else, but a whoosh in the entryway signaled Dumbledore's arrival. Without a word, he rushed forward and crouched before Remus, examining the wound.

"Professor, I feel terrible to have disturbed you at this hour."

Emmeline thought she might scream.

"Did you catch the incantation of the spell which caused this?" Dumbledore inquired.

"No, but I think-...I think whatever went through me might've been made of ice."

"Ah." Dumbledore drew his wand, and pointing it directly at the puncture, muttered something neither of them understood in what must've been a Balkan language. In a matter of moments, the flesh sealed itself as if the wound had never been there, and Emmeline's posture seemed to relax.

Remus touched the newly formed skin for himself. "Thank you."

"You were discovered, I take it?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry, I know how critical it is to gain the Albanian clan's trust. This is completely my fault-"

"It was an accident," Emmeline interrupted him. He shot her a warning look.

"I don't doubt that," said Dumbledore calmly. "Why don't we have a seat? Remus and I will need a moment alone, please," he requested, turning to Emmeline.

Holding her tongue, she nodded stiffly and trudged back up the stairs as they got settled. She didn't bother eavesdropping - Albus would know.

…

It didn't matter how noiselessly Remus crept into the bedroom and snuck into bed; Emmeline was still awake.

"What did he have to say?"

"...He was very gracious about the whole thing."

"Well I bloody well hope so," she griped.

Remus shifted uncomfortably on the mattress, realizing he would have to get used to sleeping on something plush again. "I'm sure the scouring charm didn't eliminate all of my stench; but I don't think I can manage a shower at the moment, so I apologize if I reek."

Emmeline was silent, but he got the sense it had nothing to do with how he smelled.

"...So why Blackpool?" Remus asked, trying to change the subject again.

"One last holiday before the baby comes," she answered tepidly.

"That's lovely."

"It was sort of last minute…I think it's really starting to hit them now that Lily's due date is getting closer."

"Probably nice to get away for a bit after the funeral, too."

"Right."

"They're okay, though?"

"Think so."

"...How's Sirius?"

"Still pretty down. He's had a rough go of it though. First Regulus, then Mr. and Mrs. Potter…I almost think he's taking their deaths harder than James."

"I dunno. James is strong, but there's a lot he doesn't say. It must be difficult, losing your parents right before becoming one yourself."

"You're probably right."

"...And you?"

"And me, what?"

"How're things at the bookshop?"

"The bookshop's the same."

"Good."

"...Remus?"

"Yes?"

"...You didn't ask him not to send you to the packs anymore, did you?"

Damn her mind reading.

He kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "...Even if I wanted to, I don't think it was a good time. He seemed a bit preoccupied."

In his periphery, he watched Emmeline's chest rise and fall with what he could only assume was a deep, disappointed breath. He turned his head to her.

"Come here…"

Reluctantly, she scooted closer and propped herself up on her elbow. "I wish you weren't so goddamn noble," she pouted.

He reached out to touch her face, smiling a little. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"You can't placate me with flattery."

"I mean it...While I was running, I thought, 'I'd really just like to see my Emmeline one more time,' and now here you are."

"...Always has to be one more time, alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

She leaned down and pressed a soft but lingering kiss to his lips. "I love you, but I wish you'd act a bit more like there are people who would miss you."