Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

1. The Brightest Light in a Sky so Dark

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Light and Dark

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Chapter One-The Brightest Light in a Sky so Dark

An owl soared over the roof tops of Privet Drive, finally deciding upon house number four to fly to, her snowy white feathers, glowing in the night sky. She flew through the window of the smallest bedroom and landed upon a black-haired boys shoulder. He was sitting on his bed staring into nothing-ness, deep in thought. She pecked him sharply on his cheek, awakening him from his mind. He reached out to his owl, patting her softly on her back, and removing the letter clasped in her claws. The owl glided a short distance to a cage perched on a small desk, clearly wanting water. He unrolled the parchment carefully, reading the letter with slowness. It was from his best friend Ron Weasley, saying the same things as always. Asking him how he was, not to blame him-self and to stay where he was. All the letters he had received during his time in Privet Drive were the same. Except one. Hermione Granger, his other best friend, didn't say these things, she said things like: I know how you feel, so I don't need to ask. I know the others have told you to stay where you are, so I won't bother. She told him how her summer has been, saying she went on a vacation, and how she was missing him.

Just her saying these things made him think less of the previous year. How his god-father, Sirius Black, had died. Died trying to save Harry, who was trying to save him. The prophecy that was written about Harry and Lord Voldemort. Saying that one must defeat the other, or none could live or survive. Harry had tried not to think about it. He had completed his home-work in the first few weeks of the holidays, not sleeping, for fear of seeing Sirius's limp form falling continuously through the Veil. He did all the house work with out complaints, even though he didn't have half the work he used to, since the talk some of the Order members had with his relatives. He had tried to rid his mind of the thoughts plaguing him everyday. He tried to forget the hollow face of Sirius's killer, Bellatrix Lestrange. But he couldn't forget her. If he did, he was scared he'd forget Sirius, who was like the father he never knew, and the brother he never had.

Harry scrunched up the parchment in his fist, throwing it out the window opposite him. He swiped his face, brushing away the tear trickling down his face. He stood so suddenly his owl, Hedwig, jumped off her perch, hooting angrily. He started pacing across his room, his eyes closed, not needing to see where he was going, as he'd trodden in the same path every night for the past four weeks. There was only a few days left until his sixteenth birthday, not like he cared. All he wanted was Sirius back. He'd give away everything to see the large black dog once more, to hear his booming laugh, like a bark. In his anger he grabbed the lamp of his desk, and pelted it at the ground, shattering the light bulb inside it.

This was just one of the many things that he'd destroyed in his anger, his emotions the cause of his anger. He continued on his pacing, back and forwards through the dark, not stopping, ever. There was a rustling of feathers as the second owl flew through his window, landing with a thump on his bed. Harry stopped his pacing and removed the letter clasped in its talons, noticing through the dark the Hogwarts seal; he realized it was thicker than usual. When the thought struck him. His OWL results must be included, not that he mattered, he wouldn't pass Potions, meaning his dreams of becoming an Auror were wasted. He wished he hadn't broken his lamp as he tried to make his way across the room, groping for the light switch. He felt an immediate pain in his left foot as he heard something crunch. He felt the switch under his finger tips, flicking it on, causing Harry's eyes to blur for a second. When all came focused he looked down, where a cut on the bottom of his foot was leaking blood onto the carpet. He limped over to his bed, not wanting to seep more blood onto the Dursleys carpet. Not caring about his injury, he ripped open the letter, pulling out three bits of parchment. One was the usual notice for the train, the other the book lists, which left one. He put the others down beside him, not removing his gaze from the folded parchment. He opened it gently, peering at the official looking writing.

`Mr. Harry James Potter

Enclosed are you Ordinary Wizarding Level exam results' Harry gulped.

`Practical Examination Marks:

Transfiguration-Exceeds Expectations-Two OWLs

Care of Magical Creatures-Outstanding-Two OWLs

Divination-Poor-0 OWLs

Defence Against the Dark Arts-Outstanding-Two OWLs-Extra Credit-1 OWL

Potions-Exceeds Expectations-2 OWLs

History of Magic-Exceeds Expectations-1 OWL

Astronomy-Average-1 OWL

Theory Examination Marks:

Transfiguration-Exceeds Expectations-1 OWL

Care of Magical Creatures-Outstanding-2 OWLs

Divination-Poor-0 OWLs

Defence Against the Dark Arts-Outstanding-2 OWLs

Potions-Exceeds Expectations-1 OWL

History of Magic-Exceeds Expectations-1 OWL

Asronomy-Average-1 OWL

Congratulations! You have passed the required amount of OWLs to commence with your occupation: AUROR

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry'

He did it, but how? He didn't pass potions, so how could he commence with being an Auror? The thought was driven from his mind as the third owl that night fluttered through the window, landing on the two other Hogwarts letters. He sat down his OWL results, and picked up the latest letter, it was from Hermione.

`Dear Harry

I just got my OWL results, I can't believe it! Have you got yours? Oh, I can't wait to see you again!

Love Hermione'

Harry smiled slightly, remembering Hermione's nervousness to take the exams and the longing to get the results earlier. He stifled a yawn and moved over to his window again, staring out into the black night sky. The stars sparkled innocently from above, not knowing what was going on below, not having a care in the world. Harry stared up at the lights in the sky shining down upon the world, remembering the prophecy and what he had to do, he found the brightest star in the sky, the one called Sirius, and he spoke out into the night sky.

“Sirius, I need you now, why did you leave me?” A few sparkling tears ran down his cheeks, as he looked out at the brightest light in a sky so dark.

2. Black House, Black Things

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

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Chapter 2-Black House, Black Things

The days passed slowly for Harry, he worked inside most of the time, cleaning the house even if he wasn't asked. His aunt wasn't as strict or mean to him anymore, but almost motherly. She gave him full reign of the fridge and kitchen, allowing him to eat what he liked. But Harry didn't want to turn out like his over sized cousin, Dudley, nor like his uncle, so he ate when he was hungry, which meant hardly ever.

Soon it was the night of Harry's birthday, not making much difference in his mood. He was sitting up once again, staring at the night sky, when something small and smooth, came pelting into his head, he launched backwards, looking at the miniscule owl with amusement. It was now zooming around his ceiling, chirping annoyingly. He reached up and snatched the small bird out of the air, his Quidditch reflexes coming in useful. He removed the small parcel; the small owl flew back in the air. He sat on his bed, opening the wrapping on the present. A small note fell out.

`-Harry

Happy Birthday mate! This is something dad and mum thought would be useful, so I got it for you, it's not much.

-Ron'

Inside was what looked like a normal wrist watch, but instead of numbers it had small pictures. It was like the Weasley's grandfather clock, but instead of words it had pictures. There was a skull, which probably meant death, a house, a heart and a question mark. Harry latched it on to his arm, he noticed another small note on his bed, and he picked it up.

`-Harry, if you say someone's name to the watch it'll show if they're alright. The skull means death, the house that they're safe, the heart that they're close, and the question mark that they're lost.

-Ron'

He placed it back on the bed, and continued looking at his gift. He looked at the clock beside his bed; it was almost one in the morning. Harry had been sleeping lately; he still had the nightmares of Sirius falling, but they seemed more distant, faded, like it was an old movie replaying over and over.

There was another rustling as three owls fluttered through the window, and all landed on Harry's bed. The first letter was from Remus Lupin saying that he and some others would be coming to pick up the next day and taking him away, and to be ready by seven in the morning. The next was from Hermione with a book, Defense against the Dark Arts: What they don't tell you, Harry fingered through the pages highly interested. The final one was the Daily Prophet, the Wizarding newspaper. He sat all his mail on his desk, putting the book in his trunk. He sat on the floor and began packing his things for the next day, finishing not long after. He was getting changed when he remembered something. He sat on his bed and turned up his left foot, the one that he had cut. There was no sign of it ever been marked, there was no scratch, no nothing. He shrugged his shoulders, and lay down, snuggling under the covers. He shut his eyes, and soon was immersed in the replaying vision of Sirius's falling form.

There was a knocking coming somewhere from down stairs, awaking Harry from his slumber. He lay there for a while, waiting for his uncles booming foot falls, but they never came. He glanced over to his clock, it was almost seven, he quickly pulled himself out of bed, throwing off his pyjamas and changing into more suitable clothes. He pelted down the stairs, reaching the front door, wand tucked in his sleeve. He turned the handle and peered through. Standing in the door way, looking shabbier than ever was Lupin.

“Hello Harry, have a good summer?” Harry moved out of the way, allowing him to move in. Harry clutched his wand a bit tighter when Moony brushed against him, shutting the door behind him; he pulled out his wand pointing it at the back or the man, poking at his back bone.

“How do I know if it is really you?” Harry said bravely, not removing his out stretched hand. A small chuckle emitted from Harry's hostage, annoying Harry greatly.

“Very good, just like James, always expecting the unexpected. I am Remus Lupin, Moony is my nick name. I am a were-wolf, err…oh, the order of the phoenix is located in Grimmauld Place, I won't say the number, just in case.” Harry moved his wand from the reaches of his former professor, allowing him to turn around. A grin was placed on Moony's prematurely lined face.

“Err…sorry Moony, never know whose impersonating people these days. Are we going to go?” Harry stammered a bit embarrassed.

“That's quite alright, Harry. Yes I think we should be going.” Another smile played across his young face, but his eyes were sad. Harry leapt up the stairs two at a time, grabbing his things and lugging them down the stairs. Lupin was standing in the same spot, smiling the same smile and his eyes showing the same sadness. There was a creaking sound as the front door opened, then slammed shut, showing no-one. A voice spoke out from no where.

“Harry. The perimeters secure no signs of company. It's safe to go; I'll stay here and see you's off.” The voice was hoarse, and vaguely familiar to Harry. When it spoke again, he immediately recognized it.

“It's best you go know, before the muggles come back.” Came the voice of mad-eye Moody. Moony put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and directed him to the fire-place.

“We've hooked up your relative's fire-place up to the floo network for today; we're going to you-know-where. See you there.” Harry walked forwards a few paces, but forgot something, he turned, but lupin just laughed. He held out his hand and took the small pile of blue powder out of Moony's hand, and turned to his previous position, threw the powder in and stepped into the blue flames.

“Number twelve Grimmauld Place!” With the familiar puff of soot and smoke, Harry landed with a thump inside a crude looking living room. With another thump, lupin landed beside him, a bit ruffled, but fine. There was a rustling coming from down stairs, as three red heads came into view.

“Harry. Good to see you mate, have a nice trip?” One of the twins said moving towards them and shaking his hand, a serious look now upon his freckled face. Harry smiled slightly, and nodded.

“Hello, yeah, the trip was fine. So…what have you's been up to this summer?” The twins shared identical glances, before smiling equally.

“Yeah, we've finally opened the joke shop, its doing great-“

“-Yeah, and you have to come and have a look soon, since you're-“

“-Our secondary owner.” The twins finished each others sentences in turn. Harry noticed the third figure standing behind the twins, looking sternly at them.

“Hello Mrs Weasley,” She came forward and hugged Harry, before moving past and shaking Lupin's hand.

“You's would be hungry, come down stairs and I'll make some breakfast,” She headed back the way she came followed by the twins, but before Harry could follow, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hang on a minute, Harry,” Harry looked curiously up at Lupin,” Harry I know it's hard for you to come back here,” Harry silently agreed with him, “Because I know it is for me. The reason is that Sirius had a will. On it he has left all his possessions, including the house to you.” Harry felt his heart drop.

3. Decisions

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Chapter Three- Decisions

Harry looked around at the darkened passages, the faded paint on the walls. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Moony.

“Harry, I know how you feel. Loosing my two best friends. They were like brothers to me. But I have you, Harry. I have the order, as do you. You have your friends as well as the whole Weasley family. You're not alone. Sirius wanted you to have his home and belongings for you to remember him by. Think about it Harry.” He squeezed his shoulder before leaving to the darkness of the stair case leading to the kitchen. Harry stood there, not believing what had happened. He turned and fled up the stairs. Past the portrait of Sirius's mother, and into his bedroom. He slumped onto the floor to his trunk. Finally finding what he was looking for he walked down the hall to the end. He pushed open the door; it slammed behind him. He walked over to the wall and slid down, landing on the floorboards. He opened the book in his hands, tears on his face. He stared down at the open page. There were his mother and father, smiling up at him, and beside them, smirking, was Sirius. It was the photo of their wedding day, in the album Hagrid had given him after his first year.

“If I hadn't been born, they wouldn't have died. They would still be here, smiling.” He cried. Tears streamed down his face, he didn't bother to brush them away, knowing more would take their place.

“That's not true.” A voice sounded throughout the room, sounding familiar to Harry. He looked around. He didn't want to be disturbed, wanting to be alone. He ignored it, thinking he was hearing things.

“Everyone dies some day. It was my time. I'm happier now. I'm with James and Lily. With my friends again. I still miss you and Moony, but I'll see you again. It's your time to live. Be happy Harry.” Harry's heart was beating fast, pounding in his chest. He had heard Sirius.

” Sirius?” He called out helplessly, “I don't know what to do without you. I'm sorry. I should have learnt Occulumcy, I should have tried. Please Sirius?” He wandered around the room, finally coming to a curtain. It was billowing slightly as if someone had past through it. He pulled the curtain away. He stood facing Sirius. “Sir….Sirius?” He stared longingly at the figure before him. He touched his form. It was hard and rough. He stood staring at a life-size portrait of his god-father, smiling. Harry dropped to his knees.

“Harry. I told you not to blame your-self.” Harry jerked his head up quickly. It was talking to him.

“Sirius? Why did you leave me? I need you!” Another tear rolled silently down his face, gleaming in the shadows.

“I haven't left you. I'm still here, in this house, in you. So are your parents. We'll be waiting for you Harry. We won't go any where. We are watching over you always. You're not alone; you have Moony, your friends. They are your family. They are there for you and always will be, as are we.” Sirius's portrait was speaking fatherly to Harry, soothing him beyond belief. “I will always be here Harry, in your dreams, good or bad. Live on Harry, I'll see you later.” Sirius's form vanished from his frame, Harry thrust his fists upwards to try and reach his god father.

He sat there a while, slumped against the wall under the portrait of Sirius, his god father still missing. Harry's stomach rumbled in protest for food, he ignored it. The room darkened as the sun outside set, shadows elongated in the dreary silence. Foot steps echoed up the stairs they drew close and finally stopped out side the room. There was a hard knock before blinding light broke the shadowed darkness. Moony walked in, shutting the door behind him, making his way over to Harry.

“Harry. You've been in here all day. You can't stay in here forever; we are all worried about you. The whole order. If you want you can stay in this room. Oh………I see you've met Sirius's portrait. It was painted when he was born. As the real Sirius grew, so did his painting, but he nearly never was in it. He visited me and James in our homes, through other paintings. He hated this place all through his life, but started enjoying it for once when the order moved in, but his painting never came back, we thought he was visiting James when………” His voice trailed off. He continued looking at Harry, but after a while turned to leave. He was walking away when Harry called out.

“I've thought about it,” Moony stopped a sad smile on his face, “I've thought about it, and decided to have the house and Sirius's things, to remember him by.”

“That's good, Harry. If you want something to eat later, just come down.” The door shut behind Lupin, plunging Harry into darkness again. Silence rang through the room again; the only noise was a shallow breathing escaping Harry's lungs. The shadows darkened then disappeared as night befell upon the room, Harry's form didn't move in the night air, but shifted slightly as another light knock sounded on the door. Light flooded in again, but this time when the person spoke, it didn't sound remotely like his Professor.

“Harry?” The figure came clearer; the head was enlarged by an amount of bushy hair in the darkness. He didn't move, trying not to be spotted, but Hermione was already crouched in front of him. “Harry, please come out or do I have to drag you.” She placed her hand on Harry's shoulder, he shrugged it away.

“I want to be alone.” He tried to stay calm, but snappiness rose in his voice.

“That's fine, Harry. But you will have to pretend you're alone, because I'm not leaving until you come with me.” She sat down beside him, light still shining from the opened door. Harry sighed and stood up, Hermione stood up.

“I'm not leaving Hermione, I'm shutting the door, if I can't be alone then I want to be in darkness.” He strolled across the room and shut the door quickly. Hermione had sat back down when he walked back to his spot under the Siriusless portrait.

“That's alright, as long as you don't kick me out.” Harry could see her face beaming with anticipation. “I'm just wondering. How come you came up here anyways, you said you were coming down to dinner. I was waiting down there for you.” She faced Harry. He took a deep breath.

“Sirius had a will; he left everything to me.”

“You can move out of the Dursley's! Dumbledore has to let you; you will be under constant Order watch” He had never thought of it that way.

“I didn't want to at the start. Too many memories,” Harry looked at Hermione, “But now that you've put it that way, it's kind of a good thing. Living in Sirius's house, I don't want to forget him.” He felt a hand on his own.

“You won't forget him.”

4. So You Wanna......

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Chapter Four-Human is my True Form…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Harry jerked awake; he felt a weight on his lap. He reached down to a lot of bushy hair. Hermione. He heard it again, a faint knocking coming from some where upstairs. He gently moved Hermione's head off his legs, and placed her on the ground; she moaned and turned over, mumbling. He tip toed out of the room, darkness now swallowed the whole house, the halls were filled with shadows, darkened by the night. He followed the light knocking. He stopped. A wall faced him, the knocking was issuing from behind the wall, but there was no door. He slid his fingers down the surface of it, some material was stuck at odd angles over it; he could feel them with his fingers. A small latch ran under his fingers. He dug his fingers under it and pulled it out. A small click sounded in the silence as the wall slid out, revealing a dark, damp tunnel, leading up wards. Harry glanced around before stepping in, the door closing with another reverberated click.

Harry tripped slightly, not realizing there were steps climbing up. A damp smell hung about the air, it was hard to get in oxygen as the stench hung on Harry's every breath. The passage ended suddenly. Torches sprung to light around the darkness, illuminating the darkness, startling Harry. He stared around at the dank room in awe. It seemed he was in a sort of attic; the roof sloped up wards to a point. Old trunks lay on the ground; years of dust covered everything, including the air around him, like a light mist. He began looking around, his steps disturbing the dust covered floor, revealing old wooden boards. Paper littered the floor as well as chests and boxes. An old cauldron lay hidden in half shadow against a wall; books were stacked in all the corners, moth eaten and slightly moldy. Harry reached for the book on the top of the closest pile, sweeping away the dust and reading the worn title Most Potente Potions. Harry remembered all too well the time that he, Hermione and Ron spent in the girls bathroom, inhabited by a ghost named Myrtle and instructed by a book of the same title and made Polyjuice Potion. He sat the book down and moved to the next Dark Magic-The Theories behind the Shadows. Harry ran his fingers over the spine before flipping it open; the first page was blank but speckled with red, which Harry recognized with a jolt as blood. He shut the book immediately, deciding to look at it another time. He peered at the next, it seemed more worn than the previous ones, Harry inspected the title, and a wave of curiousness washed over him. The heading `So You Want To Be an Animagus?' Shown up at him in cracked silver letters. Harry flicked it open nervously, wondering if it was the same book his father and godfather had used.

`So you want to be an Animagus? The process of changing forms from human to animal is at your own risk. Many dangers can occur while transforming, some resulting in being sentenced to a life as an animal. First founded by a medieval wizard by the name of Truid Wandamgald, he stumbled upon the potion while trying to find a cure for were-wolf transformations, being the husband to one, Nandina Wandamgald. The most skilled potion skills are needed to perfect this difficult potion, as well as speaking an incantation, known as the Truid Enchantment, as shown below:

Human is my true form

A beast is my other side

Power is as a storm

As animal doesn't hide

Like a Were

The moon shined

No-one does dare

As I Keep my own Mind

Animagi Animagal Animal form grow

Animagi Animagal Human form Go

Harry memorized the incantation at the bottom of the page, burning it into his mind. He read it again, and continued reading for a while longer, but got disturbed not long after. A great clattering from down-stairs brought him back to his senses; he marked his page and shut the book. He found the dimmed stair case, and heard the lamps behind him fuse off, as he neared the landing at the bottom. He pressed his ear to the wall before stepping out, shutting the door with another slight click. He realised he still hadn't found what had been knocking during the night, but passed it off as another crash emitted from the kitchen. The sun was barely up, but still the morning light shone through the half curtained windows. Harry made his way to the kitchen, but the sight that he met, made him wish that he hadn't. Tonks stood at the table, clearly trying to cook breakfast. The source of the crashes Harry heard lay on the ground in the remains of many ceramic plates. A burning smell hung about the kitchen. Tonks turned not noticing Harry looking at her in amusement. Pits of pancake mixture were stuck on her face, hair and clothes. She had her tongue between her teeth, trying to levitate a plate full off sausages, bacon, eggs and toast to the table, when she looked up. Once she spotted Harry, she lost concentration; the plate began to fall gracefully to the ground, but Harry with his Quidditch reflexes, dived forward and scooped the plate in his hands before ti could clatter to the ground. He placed it on the table, looking up at the still staring Tonks. Her face glowed red behind the bits of pancake mixture, clearly stating her embarrassment.

“Err…'morning Harry. I err…didn't see you there.” Harry smirked at her, making her glow even redder. “Oh…umm I was trying to make umm breakfast……but ahh I can't seem to………oh bugger, I can't seem to do anything right.” She slumped down defeated onto the nearest chair, grabbing a piece of toast and shoving it into her mouth. Harry sat as well, and grabbed some toast.

“Well, the toast is ok” Tonks looked up at him, an angry gleam in her eyes. “How long have you been up?” He asked finishing his toast and leaning back in his chair. She was about to answer when footsteps echoed down the stairs. Lupin appeared in the door way, smiling happily as he spotted Harry and tonks.

“'morning. Who was trying to cook? Oh…sorry Tonks. I see you have made some after all.” He leaned in grabbed a sausage. Harry welcomed him, before excusing him self to go up stairs. He made his way to the bathroom for a hot shower. Once out of the shower, he pulled on his boxers, forgetting to grab robes before hand. While rounding the corner to head into Ron's room, he walked into someone with bushy brown hair.

“'morning, `mione. Sorry.” But Hermione's face was growing red as she looked at Harry's half naked figure. Harry followed her eyes to his boxers, where he gave off a slight laugh. “Hermione, they're boxers.” Hermione looked startled, and reddened even more.

“Err…I know Harry, it's just….i…..haven't seen you……that…..less clothing…..” She smiled weakly up at him before turning and running into the room beside Ron's. Harry shook his head, before heading off to change. Back downstairs ten minutes later almost everyone was up. When Harry walked into the bustling kitchen, he spotted Hermione who was avoiding his eyes. Mrs Weasley was up and making a proper and more accurate breakfast, Tonks's breakfast lay forgotten on the bench, while Tonks sat disgruntled at the table. Harry took a seat next to Hermione and Mr Weasley, who was reading the Daily Prophet with a look of content upon his freckled face. He grinned and looked up when Harry took a seat, setting the paper on the table.

“There is nothing in the paper. Fudge has been keeping quiet and has said nothing about the day at the Ministry.” He leaned back in his seat, purely happy. There was another knock somewhere but this time Mrs Weasley answered.

“Arthur, could you get that. It should be Fred and George with Ron.” Mr Weasley disappeared and reappeared a moment later, with three other red-heads in tow. Ron, who had always been tall, had grown another few inches in his time away, and gained, if possible, an even ganglier form. Harry greeted them as did Hermione and the rest off them. Ron heaved into a seat opposite Harry and Hermione.

“We've been in Romania with Charlie. You's should see Norbert now, he's at least fifty feet long, I swear!” Harry smiled slightly at the remembrance of the dragon that they had once lost one hundred and fifty points for.

5. Truth Be Told

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

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Chapter 5-Truth be Told

The day flew by, with Ron's reenactments of his vacation and the twin's showing off their newest inventions, the day wasn't uneventful. Dinner was a rushed affair because of the daily Order meetings that took place every night. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were ushered out of the kitchen, and sent upstairs, where a spell was put over the stairs, so no-one could go down, and silencing charms all over down stairs. They spent their time upstairs, playing chess, exploding snap or reading, which was Hermione's suggestion. Since Fred and George had left school, and now had a job, they were classified as adults and allowed to attend the meetings.

That night, once Harry had said good night to everyone, he made his way to Sirius's room, now his. He read a few pages of the Defense book that Lupin and Sirius had given him the previous year, before closing his eyes.

He was standing at the top of a tower, wind blowing from all sides. There were no railings, walls or roof. No way of getting down. Harry stood there at the side, looking down into complete darkness. No moon or stars were in the sky, there was nothing, no living forms at all. He started muttering, hardly a whisper at first, but slowly getting louder.

Truth be told

My hearts gone cold

Being nice

Has just got old

Long, long ago

When the world was young

I roamed these lands

This song I sung

Merlin's magic

I did not heed

I grew stronger

Power I did need

I was beaten

But not for long

I now roam again

I now sing my song

Truth be told

My hearts gone cold

Being nice

Has just got old

Harry awoke, a blurry form stood above him, hands on his shoulders. His glasses were placed on his face, as his waker spoke.

“Harry? Harry?” It was Hermione's soft voice, full of concern.

“'Mione? What are you doing in my room, its night still?” He said groggily, observing the darkness around him.

“You were muttering in you sleep, I was coming back from the bathroom, and I heard you.” She said letting him sit up, as she sat down on his bed.

“Oh, thanks. What was I saying?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“You said something like Truth be told, My heart's gone cold, being nice has just gotten old, something like that, it was like an incantation. What were you dreaming about?” Harry told her of the tower, and the complete nothingness. She sat thinking in the darkness. Silence hung about the room, when he heard a soft knock. Harry swung around out of his bed, listening intently.

“What is it?” Hermione asked softly, straining to hear it again.

“Come with me.” Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.

“Where are we going, Harry?” She asked curiously. Harry led her to the wall, he felt around, finally running his fingers over the latch; he pulled it out, the door swung open with a click. Hermione gasped. He led her up the hidden stair-case, the door enclosing them in darkness. When the torches flickered on a moment later, Hermione gave off the second gasp that evening. She let go of Harry's hand and wondered around a bit, stopping at a pile of books.

“Harry, when did you find this place?” She asked looking up from the book she now had in her hands.

“Last night, I heard the knocking, but I don't know where it's coming from, Shhh, let's listen.” They both fell silent, trying to hear the knocking once more. There it was, a soft knock, coming from the other side of the room. Harry walked quietly to where he thought it was coming from. A chest lay on the ground in a corner. Engravings ran over the front, and down the sides, unrecognizable by

Harry. He heard the knocking again; it was coming from the chest. It shook when the knock was let off, like something was inside and wanted to get out. He felt a hand on his shoulder as Hermione stood beside him watching the trunk. They both moved towards it, kneeling down in front of it. Harry reached out a hand to it, but the lid creaked open before his hand touched it. He pulled it open more. A small gold ball zoomed out. Harry's Quidditch reflexes took over as he flicked his hand out and caught it. He looked at it curiously in his hand, before a light clicked on in his head. It was a snitch. Harry looked at it speechless. It was obviously old, with a few scratches and grime over the golden ball, and the wings were a bit dusty, but it was other wise perfectly fine. Harry remembered Snape's penseive, the one how his father, Sirius, Lupin and Wormtail had sat under the tree. His father had been playing with a snitch, this snitch. Hermione woke Harry out of his memories.

“Harry?” She asked, very curious now, as to what an old snitch was doing in an old chest.

“It was my dad's” He stuttered, holding it up for her to see. Her smile faded quickly at Harry's words.

“I'm sorry, Harry. But how do you know?” Harry remembered that Hermione didn't know about Snape's memory.

“Moony told me how he used to play with a snitch at school. I didn't know that Sirius had kept it though.” He said, not wanting to bring back old feelings. Harry was about to shove the snitch into his pocket, when he realized he didn't have any clothes on, except his boxers.

“Hermione, why didn't you tell me I only had my boxers on?” he asked, slightly embarrassed. She smirked at him.

“Well you said to me yesterday,” It was now after twelve o'clock, so technically the next day, “That they were only boxers, so I didn't worry about telling you,” Harry could only manage to smile. He peered into the chest, now void of the snitch, which was clamped in Harry's fist. Harry reached in and felt a stick; he pulled it out and gasped. It was a wand. He reached back in and pulled out another one. Harry held the two wands in his shaking hand. He had the feeling he was holding his parents wands, somehow he knew it. He placed them on the ground beside him and reached in again. He felt another wand; he placed it on the others, which he knew were his parents, and Sirius's. Hermione placed another hand on his shoulder. He looked up to her to realize a tear was rolling down her cheek. He smiled slightly, as he swept away the glistening tear. She smiled sadly, as Harry turned back to the chest. He reached in for the forth time, but only finding papers. He pulled out a pile of them. They were mostly photos, the first of Sirius and his father standing next to each other, grinning cheekily, no older than eleven. Harry sighed as he pulled out the next. His mother and father stood in the middle holding a baby Harry, Sirius stood next to James, and Lupin next to Lily. Harry's eyes welled up, but he wiped them away with his snitch held hand. He placed them back in, followed by the wands. He kept the snitch clasped in his hand. He closed the chest up, the engravings shined silver in the lamp light.

“I think we should go back down Harry.” Hermione said standing up, followed by Harry.

“Yeah, I think you're right.” They stood and walked back down the stairs, and out onto the landing. Once back in his room and Hermione in hers, Harry sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the small golden snitch.

The next morning bloomed bright and early for Harry as he awoke from a deep slumber. A whizzing noise was ringing in his ears, as he looked up to see a golden blur zooming around the ceiling. He groaned as he got up and jumped and snatched it in his hand. He placed it carefully in a sock and sat it in his top draw for safe keeping. Down at breakfast Ron was shoveling more food than usual into his mouth, ignoring anyone who spoke to him, or answering with a grunt. Hermione and Harry stayed quiet, occasionally glancing at each other and smiling. They hadn't told Ron what they'd found, or about the secret room Harry had found. But they were waiting for the chance to tell him, but every time the chance came around, someone would start to talk to him, or he'd get up for a drink or more food. So they waited for breakfast to finish, and for Ron to be alone. The right time came when they were heading upstairs; Harry pulled Ron aside into his room, followed by Hermione. Harry told of the secret room that he'd found, but left out the part about finding the snitch and wands.

“Can we go there tonight?” Ron asked, hopefully. Harry didn't really want to show Ron the secret room, incase he stumbled upon the chest, but thought better of it, since Ron was one of his best friends. That night Hermione and Ron met him in his room around midnight; they all went to the secret door, up the old staircase, and into the attic-like room. Ron had a large grin on his face when he found Most Potente Potions. He held it up to Hermione, who smirked in return. Harry found the Animagus book, and casually showed it to Hermione who gasped, then gained a curious expression on her face. When Ron spotted the book in Harry's hands, he glanced at the cover and smiled.

“Are you's thinking what I'm thinking?” said Ron, glancing between his two friends, waiting for an answer, Harry just grinned widely, as did Hermione. “So are we going to do it?”

“Well you probably already know my answer,” Harry said enthusiastically. He looked at Hermione who nodded.

“Wicked!” was Ron's response, “When?” Harry thought thoroughly, but Hermione answered before he could open his mouth.

“We'll meet back up here tomorrow night, then we'll decide upon what we'll do” She said convincingly. Harry nodded in agreement; Ron wore a look of disappointment.

“Alright, tomorrow night, same time, same place?” Harry suggested, they both agreed. They made their way back out, down the stair case and into their rooms, staying as silent as possible. Harry lay back down on his bed, closing his eyes once more.

He was back on the tower, wind whipping at his face. He moved to the edge, and began muttering the same words.

Truth be told

There was a tap on his shoulder, he kept speaking.

My hearts gone cold

The tapping continued, slowly getting harder.

Being nice

The taps became sharp pokes.

Has just got old

There was a very sharp, piercing stab. Harry looked down at his left shoulder. A small metal spear had pierced his skin; blood was trickling down his shirt, dripping onto the cold, concrete ground. There was no pain. No nothing. He turned around at his attacker. But before he could get a good look at their form, he awoke.

He took breaths in shallow gulps. Sweat dripped down his face, as though he had just run a long way. He pulled the covers off his bed and stared down at his left shoulder. His shirt was ripped and a red stain ran down his front, issuing from the hole. He pulled his shirt off, still glaring at his left shoulder. There was no wound, just a faint red stain surrounding where the whole had been. His heart beat in his throat, sweat slipped down his face, dripping onto his bare chest. The door swung open and in walked Hermione, smiling broadly. She spotted the shirtless Harry, and her smile faded as her face grew red.

“Oh…..sorry Harry…..I'm…..sorry…..” she backed out of the room, muttering under her breath. Harry sighed, and jumped off his bed, stashed the ripped shirt into his bottom draw and grabbed a clean one. He made his way down stairs, meeting up with Hermione on the stairs.

“Morning Harry, sorry about before,” She apologized, walking down the stairs with Harry.

“No problem Hermione.” They walked into the kitchen, but were ushered back out by Mrs. Weasley. Harry was just able to spot rolls of parchment spread out upon the table, and a few unrecognizable people huddled around in some chairs. They gave each other quizzical looks before settling down in the living room.

“Wonder what that was about?” asked Harry, Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.

“I have no idea, but it has something to do with the Order, I dare say.” She said sighing deeply. There were a few pounding foot steps coming down the stairs, as Ron's red head appeared on the landing. He looked at them curiously before heading down to the kitchen, Harry laughed he heard Mrs. Weasley's shrieks from downstairs, and at Ron's protruding head, looking a bit disgruntled. He collapsed into a chair beside Harry.

“Why didn't you's tell me that we weren't allowed in the kitchen?” He asked glaring at them angrily.

“You didn't ask, besides, you should've guessed since we were sitting up here, and not down there!” Harry snickered at the look on Ron's face at Hermione's statement. At that moment they heard Mrs. Weasley's yells from below, signaling them to come down. The day dragged on, as there was nothing to do, but when the night came, and midnight, the trio was huddled up in the secret room, discussing what to do.

“Are we going to do it here, in this house, or wait till we go to school?” asked Ron, drawing his knees up to his chest, sitting on the ground. They had been up there almost an hour, reading through the Animagi book, and trying to decide where to do it.

“Well, I'm not sure yet. We don't have the proper ingredients for the potion. It says here we'll need mandrake juice, the hair of a unicorn, some dragon's scales, oh….the list is too long, we'll never find all these things!” Hermione cried, dropping the book onto the dusty floor. Harry gave up as well, but a light flickered on in his head.

“If my father and Sirius found all the ingredients, I think we could too, we just need to know where to find them.” Harry stated standing up and swiping the dust off his legs. Hermione and Ron followed his lead.

“Your right Harry, We made the Polyjuice potion in our second year, finding all the ingredients easily.” Hermione said cheerfully. Ron stood thinking a second before speaking.

“Maybe we should clean all this out,” Ron suggested, making a sweeping gesture with his hands, pointing to all the junk scattered on the ground, “we might find some old potion ingredients or something.” Harry agreed with Ron, as did Hermione. About half an hour later Harry was tiptoeing into his room, finally making it into his room, and shutting the door. He climbed into bed, but feeling some thing under his back, he reached under the blankets and pulled it out. Harry gasped. In his hand, gleaming in the moon-light, stained with dried blood, was a small silver spear.

6. The Spear of Shadow

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

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Chapter Six-The Spear of Shadow

Small runes were scraped around the shining metal, glowing green in the darkness. It was the same spear that had pierced his skin in the dream. The point was sharp, but a black metal instead of the silver. Harry ran his fingers over the inscriptions; they slower dulled in colour, leaving just plain carvings. His heart beat faster as the realisation dawned on him. How? Was it even possible to be harmed physically during a dream, and bring the weapon back with him? Unless someone left it for him, someone who was in his dream, someone who pushed the spear into his shoulder.

“But how,” Harry murmured to himself through the silence, “and why?” But nobody spoke out to give him his answers; nobody spoke to give him guidance. In his hands the carvings became green once more, shining bright in the night. Harry gasped as the spear disintegrated in his own hands; became dust that blew to the floor. Only the black tip was left in his hand, almost unnoticeable in the dark. But as he reached out to pick it up, he almost immediately threw it to the fall. A scorch mark burned where it had lain, on the floor; just visible was the black tip. Harry sat there, on his bed, staring at the black tip, unable to believe what had happened. But to top it all off, the tip glowed hot white, and melted, into the floor. There was no trace of the spear left; the few remains of dust had escaped into darkness, or blew away. His breathing came in shallow gasps, as Harry sat speechless on his bed, still staring at the floor.

Harry awoke in the early hours of the morning. He couldn't remember falling to sleep the night before, all he could remember was that the spear vanished before his very eyes, with no trace left behind. “I have to tell Dumbledore!” Harry thought to himself, getting out of bed, and throwing on some clothes. The halls were silent as he made his way down stairs and into the kitchen. No-one was up, so he decided to make himself some breakfast. After fixing himself with some food, he went back up stairs, but paused at Ron's room, when he heard someone muttering and moaning inside. Harry crept in. Ron lay in his bed, thrashing about in the covers, still asleep. He seemed to be having a nightmare; small bursts of talk came from his lips.

“No! No, not Claire, not Claire!” He began tossing around, starting to yell. Harry rushed forward saying his name, and shaking his shoulders.

“Who………what you want?” he grumbled, staring sleepily up at Harry. He finally registered who it was and rubbed his eyes groggily.

“You where having a nightmare. You mentioned someone called Claire, who's she?” asked Harry, placing himself on the corner of the bed. Ron's face paled considerably.

“She………she's our n……next door neighbour………” he said a little too fast and nervously. Harry looked at him seriously considering if he was telling the truth, but merely nodded. Harry removed himself from the room, while Ron changed, then accompanied him downstairs for his breakfast. Harry expected the kitchen to be bare like it had been when he entered, but when they made their way in there was a few people seated inside. Mrs Weasley was busy cooking a delicious smelling breakfast, while Lupin and Tonks were having a conversation on accidental spell casting, which seemed to be going fairly well, considering Tonks had just knocked over her orange juice, leaving a huge orange stain. Across from them Hermione and Ginny were talking and giggling amongst themselves, and Harry swore as he sat down next to Hermione, that he spotted Ginny nudge her arm, her eyebrow raised, and saw Hermione's cheeks blush, but he brushed it to the back of his mind. Harry didn't push the subject of Ron's dream, but told Hermione of it none the less, knowing that sometimes dreams have strange interpretations.

That day they were all heading to Diagon Alley to get their school things, for Harry, this meant being heavily guarded by the order at all times. But at least, after much persuasion, they agreed to follow unnoticed, so they didn't draw attention to the small group. They had just emerged through the brick wall, separating the old batty pub from the alley, when a group of small looking children began swarming around Harry, all in awe. Harry didn't know what to do, so he just looked up pleadingly to the rest of their own group, who all were laughing and smirking at him. A plump old woman rushed forward into the midst of the children, pulling them away from Harry.

“I'm so sorry dear. It's just they haven't seen you before, ever. And this is the first time they've been into Diagon Alley, or anything remotely magical,” she stood facing the others, surrounded by the kids, all beaming up at Harry who just smiled goofily, “You see I run the London Orphanage and all these little dears are having their first trip away. Most of their parents died due to He-who-must-not-be-named, and you are their hero.” Harry looked sadly down at all the happy faces, wondering how they could possibly be happy with all that had happened to them: their families had been destroyed. Once they all had said goodbye to the kids and the lady, they made their separate ways to different places. Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Hermione went one way, saying something about new dress robes, Harry shrugged his shoulders as he, Ron and Lupin made their own means to Madam Malkins to purchase some more robes.

At around lunch time they all met up to get their books. Hermione and Ginny were back in their giggly mood, they both were continuously red, and when they entered the store, disappeared behind a stack of books named: True Love-Spells and Curses. About an hour later they were all standing on the landing of Grimmauld Place, their packages lying on the ground, many more than usual.

“God, how many books do they want to assign us? We've got about ten more than usual, for our NEWT courses, and I can't even do what I wanted to do, since I needed three more OWLs to be an Auror.” Ron was still complaining about the amount of books they needed to purchase in order for their NEWT courses for their sixth year. Harry smiled slightly, but remembered something.

“What did you get for your OWLs, how many?” asked Harry sitting down on his own trunk. Ron looked disgusted a minute before answering.

“I got fourteen and I needed seventeen. What did you get?” when Harry told him his face lit up slightly, but then vanished, “God, Harry. Nineteen! At least you'll be able to tell me how hard it is to be an Auror, and………” His face broke out into an evil grin and laughed, “Tell me how disgusting NEWT level Potions is. I'm going to drop it!” Harry's heart dropped at the thought of another to years of Snape, pestering him about the wrong coloured potion or too much powdered toad. Hermione sat down next to him looking happy.

“Well……what did you get Mione?” Harry asked, knowing she couldn't wait to burst out with her results.

“I got twenty-five,” Harry saw her smile drop, “But I lost marks in Astronomy because I was watching Hagrid and forgot about my test, and in History of Magic, when………” she glanced over at Harry, who now was feeling very uncomfortable. It was his fault that Hermione lost some marks. He had collapsed with the vision of Sirius when they were sitting the exam. Harry stood up stretching.

“Look, I'm sorry Hermione,” She opened her mouth to speak, but Harry kept talking, “Don't try and say it wasn't my fault, because it was, for everything. If I only learnt Occulumcy then I wouldn't have had that dream, saving all of us some marks plus saving Sirius's life.” Ron and Hermione sat speechless staring up at Harry who began walking up the stairs, down the hall and into his room, once his godfathers. Harry lay on his large, deep blue bed, staring up at the high ceiling. There was a knock at the door as Hermione and Ron entered. They made their way over to his bed, Hermione sat down next to Harry while Ron sat in the chair at the desk.

“Harry, you've got to stop blaming your self for everything,” Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Ron cut him off, “Yeah mate, it wasn't your fault, none of it was.” Harry was now fairly angry, but once again he didn't get a chance to speak as Hermione continued, “If you need someone to blame, blame V………voldemort. He's the one causing so much pain and turmoil, him and his death eaters, not you.” He didn't want to answer back any more. What she said made a point. It was Voldemort who did all these things. Voldemort who committed all the crimes and destroyed so many families and lives.

“Thanks Hermione. Thanks Ron. It's just Sirius just came into my life, he was like my dad, and then he left, just as quickly as he came. It's not just me suffering either, Moony is as well. He's the last Maraulder now, all his friends are gone, or the ones that were actually good friends. If I have to kill Voldemort, I will kill Voldemort. It's up to me.” Harry looked up at his two very good friends, both looking confused.

“What do you mean, Harry? If you have to kill Voldemort, you'll kill Voldemort?” asked Hermione. It had just hit Harry that they hadn't heard the prophecy.

“That day, after the ministry, Professor Dumbledore told me about the true prophecy,” Ron made to say something, but Hermione shot him an angry glance, making him shut up, “He told me that Sybil Trelawney spoke a prophecy before I was born,” Harry told them both of what Dumbledore had told him, leaving their faces shocked.

“Harry, you can't go through with it. You'll die.” Hermione was still shocked with the concept of Harry having to kill the most powerful dark wizard to date. Harry gave off a small smile at his best friends care.

“If I don't Hermione, Voldemort will kill more people and wreck more families. I can't let him do that if there's something I can do. It won't be soon, I don't think. I'll have to train and learn new things to help my chances at defeating him. I don't want you or Ron getting hurt for hanging out with me, so I wouldn't feel offended if you want to go, and not hang around me anymore.” Hermione's face was streaked with tears. She leant in and hugged Harry, cleanly around the middle, sobbing onto his shoulder. Ron came over and sat down with them, shaking his head, a smirk on his face.

“Mate, if you think we'd leave you, after doing all this dangerous stuff with you, just because we found out that some nutter wants to do you in, and that you want to do him in as well, your just as crazy as Gilderoy Lockart that time we seen him in Mungo's.” Harry grinned goofily out from under Hermione's bushy hair. She let out a large sob, raising her head showing her magnificently brown chestnut eyes, glistening with tears. She sniffed a couple of times before smiling, showing off her pearly white teeth, the teeth only a dentists daughter could have.

“Ron's right, Harry. We love you, your our best friend, and you'd think we've want to end that friend ship because we think hanging out with you might kill us, you've got to be kidding. Being your friend from first year has risked our lives; we don't care, and never will.” Ron put a hand on his shoulder and grinned toothily at his two friends.

“So, when are we doing the Animagus thing?” asked Ron, putting on a fake serious voice. Harry hadn't really thought a bout it much.

“Well I heard Dumbledore saying that my dad and Sirius spent most of their early years trying to do it, so I think we should wait to go back to Hogwarts before starting any thing, just in case. But that doesn't mean we can't do the thinking side of it. The book said you need a good conscience mind to do it. By concentrating on what you want to accomplish it prepares you for taking the potion, since that finalises it. We could do that up in the secret room every second night?” They both nodded so he continued, “We could also do tactical training, like self defence and learn some better spells. I could ask Moony if he and some other order members could train us or something, what you think.” He looked at them both with identical grins spreading across their faces.

“Great plan mate!” Ron answered.

“Yeah, Harry, you must of put a lot of thought into it?” Hermione said curiously.

“No, not really. I just thought of it then. Spending time around you, Mione, has equipped my thinking abilities and made them quicker by at least three times.” This caused a light shade of crimson to creep onto Hermione's cheeks. Harry smirked at her; she punched him playfully on the arm as another knock sounded on the door. In stepped Moony, looking a bit less shabby for once, but still had the greying hair. He smiled at the trio friends, bringing back old memories.

“Molly would like you to go down stairs for some food, you all have been up here for two hours, its now almost six. We'll be having an order meeting after dinner; Professor Dumbledore feels it's necessary for you to attend the meeting,” Harry, Hermione and Ron's jaws dropped, “She's actually going to let us go to it?” said Ron incredulously. Lupin smiled softly.

“Yes she's actually going to let you go in. She feels that after last year, you's are old enough already. She would like you down in a minute, so hurry.” He turned and disappeared down to the kitchen. Ron looked amazed at the two, and said rather quickly.

“Let's get down there now, so it'll be quicker for the meeting to start.” He jumped off the bed and raced out of the room, leaving two rather startled friends behind; they just shook their heads and laughed, following after their rather excited friend.

7. Missing Pieces and Brain dead

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

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Chapter Seven- Missing Pieces and Brain Dead

The kitchen was buzzing with anticipation when Harry and Hermione entered. They seated themselves next to Ron, with Harry in the middle. Ron seemed to be just about bursting with excitement with the fact that they were about to sit their very first order meeting. Soon the kitchen was packed with various order members, all glancing nervously at the three young people seated at the table. Once every one had entered and seated themselves, Albus Dumbledore strolled in, a faint twinkle in his eyes when he looked at the three friends. He lifted his hand for silence, which he immediately got. He stood at the head of the table, everyone looking eagerly up at him, expectedly.

“Now, recent events have to be taken into order, that is why we have some guests joining us for tonight,” he smiled casually at Harry, Ron and Hermione, before continuing, “I, and many others feel that Harry has been put through more than he should have, and his friends, Hermione and Ron, have been with his through most of it. That is why they are joining us, so we may be able to inform them, and aware them of the dangers involved. Now, will our informant please inform us,” He sat down as Severus Snape stood, glaring at Harry for a second.

“The Dark Lord has gained more power over the last few weeks, gaining control from the inside in silent. He has spies inside the Ministry, more than before. Fudge still remains clueless to our threats and continues to employ the spies. With the recent actions of Azkaban………yes, Potter?” Harry had shot his hand in the air.

“Umm………what actions of Azkaban?” Snape sneered at him.

“Azkaban has been taken over by the Dark Side, Harry. The Dementors are in Voldemort's control,” Instead of Snape, Lupin answered from his left, smiling slightly.

“Thank you, as I was saying, before being rudely interrupted,” he sneered at Harry again, “With the recent actions with Azkaban, we need to find a securer prison for our prisoners, I have a few ideas, but will tell the more, how may I say `important' members later. The Dark Lord suspects a spy is among them, but has no suspects. He has plans, more deadly than I know, he has only told the trusted few in his inner circle, which consists of three. That is all.” Snape took his seat, as Kingsley Shacklebolt stood up.

“The Minister still suspects Albus of plotting against him and is placing another High Inquisitor at Hogwarts. I'm not sure who it is at this time, but I do not think it would be Umbridge again. The Ministry Officials are against Fudge's antics of ignoring he-who-must-not-be-named until there is proper proof. He has convinced the officials that the events that happened last year in the Ministry and the sighting of a pale-faced, red eyed; cloaked creature was classified as a sick joke played by Albus Dumbledore and some students. No one wants to stand up to him, they are too afraid to loose their positions. People are beginning to get frightened, with the sightings of Death Eaters and every thing being quiet, people are beginning to talk. We don't know what to do!” He took his seat, a pleading expression on his face. Professor Dumbledore stood, facing the others.

“Thank you Severus, Kingsley. Yes I'm afraid things are getting complicated. With Voldemort's powers and followers getting stronger and larger, we must stick together and fight till the end. Remus, if you would?” Remus Lupin stood a grave expression on his face, he nodded softly to Dumbledore.

“With the darkening times, we must ask for the help of all creatures. I will be having a journey to find the were-wolves. We need their help in the up-coming war, and it would be easier for me to travel alone as I am one of them. We might be too late in asking them, as Voldemort may have beaten us to it. But we have to try, try any thing to get help. We need to join forces, even with the ones we have disliked for ages. I am returning to the place where I first got my condition, there used to be a few colonies in the Balimere Woods, hopefully they haven't shifted.” He took his seat, looking paler than usual. Harry smiled sympathetically at him, feeling guilty that his life was destroyed because of a bite. The meeting went on for about four hours, with various order members standing and telling the others what they had learnt. At around ten when Ron let out a large moaning yawn, Mrs. Weasley shuffled them out and up to bed, telling them to get to sleep straight away without talking. Hermione said a sleep goodnight before moving off into her and Ginny's room leaving Harry and Ron trailing into their own. Harry collapsed onto his bed, he saw Ron do it as well, while letting out a sort of groan.

“Hey, I'm going to stay in here tonight, okay?” Harry asked sitting down on his old bed, still worried about the spear that dissolved into the floor.

“Sure mate, that's fine. That was so…………boring. There was nothing even remotely exciting about it, except Snape's talk about you-know-who. I thought it would be a little more informative than that.” Harry nodded in agreement, putting his glasses on his bed side table after getting changed.

“I think they weren't giving us all the facts. They left something out, I can feel it.” Ron mumbled something from under his pyjama top, emerging on the other side and lying on his bed. They said their good nights and closed their eyes, ready for sleep.

He was standing on the tower again, mumbling the same verse under his breath, slowly getting louder. Darkness swallowed all around him showing nothing but the tower he was standing on. The poking began on his left shoulder getting harder and sharper, but just when it was about to stab through his skin, he stopped rehearsing the verse. Everything was silent, no wind whipped about his body, no spear poked and prodded his shoulder. He stared blankly out into darkness staring into nothingness. He stood there for a long time, still staring, still feeling the presence of the thing behind him, when a small white dot appeared a long way off in the darkness, slowly coming closer and growing larger. It took form of a person, a woman with long white hair, bright blue eyes and a long white dress. She looked out of place in the darkness at the tower. When she was about three metres away, she screamed a high pitch scream, reverberating around in nothingness. She rushed forward still screaming, straight at Harry. He didn't flinch as she became mist and floated passed him, leaving silence again. He began hearing whispers beside his left ear; he turned around showing no one, not even his hidden poker. He turned again to become face to face with the white haired woman. He still didn't flinch, but let out a small gasp. She whispered silkily at him.

“Soon, Ashir, soon,”

Harry awoke in a cold sweat panting. He grabbed his glasses from his bed-side table, slipping them on his nose. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he remembered his dream; the white haired woman floating before him.

“Who's Ashir?” Harry mumbled to himself, rubbing his fore head trying to think if he'd heard the name before, but some thing beside him moved and moaned. He glanced over at the bed beside him, a thrashing Ron inside it. Harry quickly moved over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to wake him, but he didn't.

“No, please no. Get of Him. No, he's not dead, not dead. GET AWAY FROM ME! CLAIRE!” Ron shrieked, sitting bolt upright knocking Harry back, where he stumbled over his bed, landing on the floor. As he got up he heard Ron's shallow breaths and hurried foot steps coming up the hall. Light spilled into their room blinding them for a second. It was Mrs. Weasley.

“What's going on in here, who screamed, are you's ok?” She bustled over to Ron, looking around for Harry, spotting him getting up off the floor. “Harry? Are you ok, was it another nightmare?” She asked sympathetically. Harry was about to say it wasn't him, but with a quick glance at Ron, told him other wise. He was still breathing shallowly, but more slowly, sweat dripped from his hair, his pleading eyes looking at Harry than his mother, a look of dread clearly showing.

“Err………yeah, sorry, it was just the usual nightmare,” Which was kind of the truth, “sorry I woke you.” She looked sternly at him a few seconds before smiling sadly.

“That's fine Harry. Now are you alright, you still look a little shaken,” Harry nodded with a smile, “that's good, you both should get some more sleep, it's only about three hours after the meeting.” She left with a quick `sleep tight', before shutting the door, leaving them in darkness again.

“Harry?” Ron's voice spoke through the darkness, “Yeah?” Harry answered pulling himself into bed, “Thanks, for telling mum it was you, its just…………never mind, good night.” Harry pulled himself back up; staring at Ron's shadowed form.

“Ron, I do mind, why have you been having these dreams, I know Claire isn't your neighbour.” Harry heard Ron shuffling uncomfortably in his covers. There was silence for around a minute, before he answered.

“I don't know. I've been having them since…………before the holidays,” Harry knew he was about to say since the incident at the Ministry, “I don't know who Claire is or any one else is in the dreams are.” He let out a small confused mumble, allowing Harry to think for a few seconds.

“I don't know either, Ron. But I'll try to find out.” Harry answered settling back down into his bed. “Thanks, Harry. Goodnight.” Ron answered a sound of gratitude in his shaken voice. “What are friends for?” Harry took his glasses of and placed them back on the bed side table. He closed his eyes, flashes of the ministry kept flicking across his mind. He saw the death eater's head get shrunken to a babies head, then back again. He felt how he felt when Hermione got hit with that unknown curse, being flown into the wall unconscious. He saw Neville with his broken nose rush to help a giggling Ron with the brain trying to strange him. He looked upon Ginny, holding her ankle in pain. He saw the prophecy slip from Neville's hands and smash. He was there when Sirius fell. Fell through the veil to his death. It was his entire fault that they all nearly died. But they volunteered; they all were willing to risk their lives to help him. He smiled in his sleep, for realizing what great friends he had. But one thought stuck in his head the entire night.

He awoke with a start in the morning, the flashbacks still crisp in his mind. But the one thought was still in his head, still flashing. Harry gasped. The one thought that was in his head was the one about Ron. The brain had wrapped around him, digging its tentacles around his arms and neck. It was the brain giving him these dreams. He struggled getting up from out of the covers, which were twisted around his waist and legs. He finally escaped, but seeing Ron's empty bed, he hurried downstairs, but after meeting Ginny and Hermione on the downstairs landing, hurried back up. He still only had his boxers on from last night. He pulled on some pants and singlet top and went back down.

He passed the two giggling girls on the landing. He rushed into the kitchen red-faced and short of breath. Ron was sitting at the table picking at his food and occasionally putting some in his mouth. He looked up when Harry slumped into a chair beside him.

“Morning Harry,” He said with forced happiness. Harry managed to steady his breathing enough to tell Ron what was giving him the night mares. His face dropped when Harry finished. “So, you really think it was the…………brain?” He stammered, his food lay forgotten on the table in front of him. Harry nodded meekly, gulping down some orang juice. “So the dreams I'm having are, actual things that happened to that person?” He asked, looking blankly at the table.

“Definitely looks that way doesn't it? So all we have to do is find a way to stop them from going to you, some how.” He reached out and took a cold piece of Ron's toast, eating it thoughtfully. Hermione and Ginny entered later on, still giggling every time they looked at Harry, who just shrugged it off, since they only seem his boxers and bare chest, nothing more. The day was uneventful, but the afternoon brought unexpected surprises.

Minerva McGonagall turned up at around three with three other unknown people. They all were carrying trunks, including McGonagall. They ushered Harry, Hermione, and Ron into a large room, which Harry had never seen before. It seemed the same size as the great hall at Hogwarts, with murals over each wall. They sat their not-talking for over half-an-hour, but when Harry was about to ask why they were there, the large door opened and Albus Dumbledore entered, a twinkle in his eyes. He stopped in front of the seven people gazing around at them all.

“Now, you may be wondering why I have asked you to come here today, the reason I will tell in a minute, after I introduce some guests. This is Dainin Strongfoot,” He pointed to a muscly looking person, with dirty blond hair and deep brown, almost black eyes, he smiled warmly at them, “this is Maizy Kirra,” He signalled to a small little witch, with short boyish black hair and bright eyes, one blue, one green. “Hiya, guys!” Her voice was bright also and cheerful, “and this is Armand Bytin,” the last was a middle sized man, with a strong looking face, light brown hair that was rough, but not as much as Harry's, with deep blue eyes, he merely nodded at them all. “They will be your personal teachers. You all will be studying the art of wandless magic or soul magic, as the magic is contained in the soul, with Dainin, stronger Occlumency and Legiliumcy with Maizy and I feel this is necessary, Animagus Training with Armand. You will start tomorrow morning and go through until school starts, which will be in about three and a half weeks. They will continue to teach you at school, we have yet discovered a means for this. Please speak to no one of this, not even your parents as we would like to keep this a secret so if Voldemort has a spy in our midst he will not know of your training. You may go now if you like.” Harry, Hermione and Ron all said their goodbyes and thank you's, heading out of the room and up stairs.

“Well that was a surprise.” Said Hermione once they were upstairs in Ron and Harry's room. Ron nodded happily.

“Yeah, it was. So we don't have to do Animagus Training our selves, we have professional trainers to help. I can't wait to see what forms we are. I wonder when we do.” Harry said pacing around the room, imagining all the forms they could be. Harry imagined himself as a dragon, soaring over the forbidden forest, diving at unsuspecting students. That night after dinner they organised to meet in the hidden room that night, to clean some of it out. Once up inside the dusty hidden room, they set to work. Moving boxes and trunks aside and cleaning them out. They found heaps of old books, which Hermione needed to lock into trunks to stop herself from reading, old robes and broken broomsticks as well as old hats and photographs. After midnight they made their way back to their rooms to sleep, Harry went back to Sirius's old room, feeling unsteady about the whole spear incident but more aware that it was gone. He lay down in Sirius's old bed, pulling the covers around his neck, getting finally comfortable. He closed his eyes and dreamt of turning into Buckbeak, flying over Hogwarts with Hermione on his back then picking up Sirius and soaring over the mountains, forever happy.

8. The Training Begins

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- Hello Everyone! I don't own Harry Potter and never will, blah blah blah, the usual. Now sorry for the long wait but here comes the good news. I've finished all my assignments and surprised myself by fluking them all, and now I'm in my holidays which means more time to write more on both my stories. YAY! Right, back to business should Harry have only one Animagi form or more, and should his animal be magical or mortal, or both. And I also need some suggestions for Hermione and Ron's forms, coz I don't really want to copy from my other story, but if none prevails, I might just have to use what I've got, ok, to the story I go!

Chapter Eight- The Training Begins

After a very rushed breakfast the next morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in the same hall as yesterday with their newly acquainted teachers. Dainin Strongfoot emerged from his fellow teachers and stood in front of the trio, smiling slightly but sternly.

`As you all know I am Dainin Strongfoot, your teacher for the rest of this year for Soul Magic. I am deeply concerned about your safety in this course as the art of wandless magic can be very draining to your powers and highly dangerous to underage and non-skilled people as your selves, but Albus has guaranteed me that I can have my strictest confidence in the three of you.' He spoke with a slight, but unrecognizable accent and a soft clear silky voice that echoed about the room. He stepped back into the line as Maizy Kirra skipped forward a large grin on her face.

`Hey guys, and gals. I won't bother introducing myself because you already know who I am and what I'm teaching,' Harry gasped as she spoke with out moving her lips. Hermione let out a sigh of acknowledgement beside him. `Wow, that's really strong Legiliumcy, hardly no one can tap into peoples minds and talk to them in their thoughts!' she breathed in inspirationally. `Clever girl,' this time she spoke with her own lips, smiling broadly at her. `Now, Albus has asked me to teach you lot to shield your minds from prying eyes. I know that one of you already has some experience in the matter but I'm willing to make you three's minds as strong as can be!' She stepped back into her spot, as the last member took a few steps forward. He had a high cheek boned face, bright blue penetrating eyes that glistened and darkened in the light and messy light brown hair, framing his handsome face.

`I am Armand Bytin and am going to teach you the skill of shape shifting, or commonly known as Animagi. If you are eligible to transform, you will be able to before school begins, if your skill comes unbound. Your forms will be unique to your nature, as mine is to mine. Some great wizards and witched have multiple forms and are known as Multimagi, this happens if they have many amazing characteristics. I doubt any of you will be a Multimagi, but I will be highly amazed if one of you is.' He gave a brief stone smile, stepping back into the line with his companions. `You will have one lesson now, which will go for two hours, the next will be at one o'clock and the last will be at five o'clock. That will be your timetable until school resumes, then we will arrange more suitable times.'

Two of their number left leaving Dainin Strongfoot as their morning teacher. He swished his hand shutting the doors behind the other teachers, Harry gulped. He swished his hand again, producing a pile of cushions on the floor before them. `Today I will teach you the techniques, as well as what and what not to do. If you master the skill this lesson you will practice on these cushions, using a levitation spell.' He signalled to the pillows, while seating him self in an armchair that just appeared behind him, “take a seat,” Harry turned to find three squishy armchairs behind them, he sat as did his friends. `The art of Soul Magic is an essence of your emotions, feelings and thoughts, mixed together in your soul and kept in you, ready for a moment to suffice. How ever not all who seek to find their magical essence succeed, some become so enthralled in their own minds that they never are the same again. Others have so many emotions and feelings, that their own Soul Magic destroys them. How ever if the proper training is used, the essence of magic in someone's soul can be released in safe flows and coursed to the exact cause.'

`Now, I have to see if you all can produce Soul Magic without a wand, please stand and place your wand hand forward. I will place my own hand on yours and if you have any magical essence ready to be released, I should be able to sense it, since it should be close to the surface.' The professor stood, as did his students. He moved first to Hermione, who squeaked with nerves as he approached. `Please stay calm and close your eyes. Try and blank your mind from any thoughts.' He reached out and clasped her hand with care, closing his own eyes. A moment later he opened his eyes, and with a mere nod and smile moved on to Ron, who began to tremble, `Relax, Ron.' He took Ron's hand and continued the same process, but took a little longer trying to find his magical essence. He opened his eyes and smiled, with a nod he came to Harry.

Harry gulped as he felt the teacher's hand on his own. He closed his eyes, and began to blank his mind, pushing all thoughts out of his head. It was a lot easier now than last year, having practiced over the summer. They stayed in that position for a while, Harry's mind still blank. He began to feel a warm tingling feeling in his hand, as he opened his eyes. The professor stood back, a curious but calm expression on his face.

`You have a lot of built up magic in you soul, I could sense it before even touching your skin. I feel Albus was right when he said I could have confidence in you.' He whispered the last sentence in his native accent, before sweeping his hand and making the arm chairs vanish. `Now to the actual Essencing or Soul producing. Stand before your cushion, wands away and concentrate on levitating the cushion. Imagine saying the spell, or if you like you can say it out loud, but remember to keep you eyes focused and magic bound. Begin.' He moved behind the cushions examining their faces. Harry took a deep breath as he glared at the soft pink cushion before him. He heard Hermione next to him; she took a breath, before saying the spell loud and clear.

`Wingardium Leviosa!' the cushion stayed motionless before her, not even the tassels swayed or flinched. She sighed in frustration.

`The key of triggering you Magical Essence is to find the one emotion or feeling that has the strongest effect on you, try and find it.' Harry concentrated on his pillow, searching through his mind for the one trigger to his feelings. He went through love; the love for his friends, his surrogate family, but that wasn't it. He went on to the happiness for having great friends, great people in his life, but still nothing happened. Then he went through the bad things, the guilt, the pain, the anger. Suddenly a great pull erupted from him at the thought of them things. The guilt of leading many people to their dooms, the pain of loosing his family and harming the people he loved, then came the anger the hate. He thought of all the people lost during the darkness. The people suffering for no cause. The people dying because of him. HIM, Lord Voldemort's pitiless mind, his cackling, mad laugh. The anger surged through Harry for all the people lost because of him, all the pain he had caused everyone, caused him. He glared at the cushion, pushing all the anger, the hate and guilt forth from his soul; he imagined the cushion as Voldemort.

Suddenly feathers and bits of material were floating around the room. Feathers rested on his head and stuck in his hair. His breaths came in shallow gulps, as he focused his energy back into his body.

`I think that, err………was a little too much magical essence.' Spoke Dainin emerging from under the cloud of feathers, smiling slightly, sweeping away the feathers with a flick of his hand. `Next time try to focus on the exact spell and not on trying to destroy the subject.' He chuckled slightly, moving off to help Ron. Harry was feeling slightly embarrassed now that another pillow was replaced in the other one's spot.

This time around he focused his powers on levitating the spell, and not letting his mind slip to Voldemort to the extent of the last time he tried. He said the spell under his breath pushing his emotions with it. And to his astonishment, his new deep blue and red cushion wobbled slightly before rising a foot off the ground. It remained there a little over a minute, before Harry, loosing concentration, let it drop to the ground.

`Ooh, very good Harry. But try not to let you focus slip.' For the rest of the lesson the trio kept trying to levitate the cushions using their magical Essence. Harry was the only one to levitate his pillow more than a foot and keep it their over two minutes. Hermione came close, but let her focus falter on a lone feather floating to the ground. Ron however was having some trouble. He was only able to make his cushion wobble slightly, before he got frustrated and reached for his wand.

By the end of the lesson they all were magically drained and short of breath. Their teacher wished them good day and reminded them of their next lesson in the same hall. They talked quietly through their lunch and on the way back to the hall for their next lesson. As they entered the room, they glanced around hopefully looking for their next teacher, but found no one. They stood there for a while, talking, when through the window, in a dark drown blur flew a magnificent bald eagle. It circled the room above them, before swooping to the ground and transforming into Armand, landing gracefully on the ground. Hermione awed to Harry's left, and with a quiet “blimey” from Ron, Armarnd spoke.

`The art of Shape shifting is one of a dangerous nature. I will be keeping my eye on all of you, inside and outside of this hall. Your Animagi form symbolizes your personality, your traits, like mine shows me. Today I will give each of you a piece of parchment. On it, I want you to write the best qualities of your two friends. By reading this we will try and guess what form they will be. Also, you may write what you think your best qualities are. Write what you feel in your heart. Please come and take a piece and do what I have asked. Hand them back in as soon as you have finished, then we will go through what you have written.” He reached into his back pocket and took out three bits of yellowy parchment and three quills. He gave them out to the three friends, telling them to find their own space.

Harry wandered to the corner of the hall and sat down with his back to the wall. He began with Hermione, writing her name and listing her most admirable traits. His quill scratched down that she was smart, wait, very smart, talented, brave, Harry gulped as he wrote beautiful, caring and a great best friend. He gazed across the hall at Hermione sitting in the opposite corner, to find her staring at him, quill in her mouth, deep in concentration. She smiled casually and went back to writing. Harry blushed for no real reason and moved on to Ron. He was lying in the middle of the hall; eyes clenched shut and quill poised on his forehead. Harry chuckled slightly, copying down his best friends good qualities. Good in the air, loyal, goofy and funny, tall and lanky, wait is that a good thing or a bad thing? Who cares? Brave, spirited and a great best friend.

Harry stretched fitfully as he stood, and made his way over to Armarnd who now was leaning against the wall. He handed him his sheet and waited while he looked it over. `You forgot to write stuff about you self.' He pointed out handing it back to Harry. He groaned as he thought of something good to write about himself. I have great friends was the only good thing that came to his mind, now he made up some for the bad in his head. I always have to be the hero, I lead my friends to danger, everyone around me gets hurt in some way and I have a cursed scar on my head. Harry passed it back to Armarnd who read it through and surveyed Harry for a few seconds before reaching out and taking Hermione's parchment. Ron was finished a few minutes later, looking totally disgruntled about some unknown thing.

`Great, finished already, now I will put a charm on the paper in front of me, which will write down all your names and the good qualities you wrote about your selves and what the others wrote about you.' He took his wand out of his front pocket and took a deep breath, `Copyier!' the parchment glowed faintly orange before writing started to appear, a minute later it returned to its original color, writing now sprawled across its cover. “Ok, it worked properly. First person is Miss Hermione, hmm…you've got some great characteristics, it says that you really smart and clever, caring, a great friend, brave, talented, hmm……got bushy hair, that's a strange one and even one that says you're beautiful. So, what animal falls under these characteristics any suggestions?' Hermione was getting over the fact of someone writing down that she was beautiful, her face still held a strong shade of pink though. They were all thinking of any animal that would suit Hermione, but none came to mind. `Alright, you continue thinking while I move on. Harry, whoa, you've got a lot of good traits here. It says you're a great flier, smart, brave, courageous, understanding, and a terrific friend, loyal, honorable, has a nice smile and just a plain great wizard. You've got two great friends mate, so what animal does he symbolize?' Hermione and Ron just stared at Harry, deep in their thoughts, Armarnd also joined in on the staring, making Harry feel even more uncomfortable.

`How about a dragon or a stag like his dad, or maybe even a magical creature, like a Hippogriff or Griffin? He's got too many things like he could be.' Hermione sighed in frustration once more, brushing away a strand of hair from her cheek. Harry just laughed softly, smirking one of his most famous smirks. Ron stayed silent looking quizzically at Harry still. `Ok, you can bide on that too, now onto Ron. It says you're a good flier, loyal, goofy, funny, tall and lanky, brave, spirited, a good best friend, a great chess player, and always sticks up for his friends. You've got a lot of good traits as well, so any suggestions?' Armarnd asked looking up from the parchment at Ron.

`Is there any animal that fits the description that is red or orange?' asked Armarnd humorously. Ron glared at him, finding nothing funny about it. Harry and Hermione laughed as Ron looked scathingly at them also. `So, no suggestions once again? We'll go through the exercises tomorrow, that lead up to the transformation and practice the spell. You are dismissed.' They all wandered out of the hall, talking joyfully of what the exercises would comprise of.

After dinner they went back to the hall for their last lesson of the day. When they entered their teacher was already there. She was standing in the centre of the room, smiling broadly. `Hey people, have a nice feed?' They all said hello and answered her question, gathering around her happily. `Great! So we will start by just practicing to clear your mind, trying to get all thoughts, emotions and feelings out of your head, do this with your eyes closed. I will try and get into your mind without you realizing. You have to try and push me out of your head, Harry, you will be able to do it easier that the others with your experience. You may begin now.' Harry closed his eyes, and began the same practices of the previous year. He emptied his mind of all thoughts, and put up a shield, hoping he'd do it better than what he did with Snape. Suddenly flashes of memories flashed through his mind. It was the Triwizard Tournament, the third task. He was staring across at Cedric's limp form. Now he was at the Ministry, witnessing Neville being tortured by the Crucius Curse. Then he saw Sirius. No. He thought. I'm not seeing that again. He pushed Maizy out of his head, opening his eyes into the smiling face of Professor Kirra. `Great kid!' The rest of the lesson was much like Harry's first experience, full of Maizy's prying eyes peeping into their minds.

That night they met up in the secret room once again to no longer study Animagi but to clean. A large cloud of dust stuck to Harry's glasses as he opened a cardboard box. Inside laid old pieces of parchment and on them, scrawled many assignments marked and stashed away. Harry shuffled through then, and finding nothing of importance, moved the entire box into the centre of the room, where all the rubbish was placed. Ron was going through all the trunks, pulling out everything inside and placing the important stuff back in, while throwing out the junk. Hermione was sorting through the books stacked in each corner, wiping the covers and stacking them in neat piles by order. Harry was stuck with the boxes, which covered almost all of one wall and along the others. So far he had found the plans for the House of Black, stating all the enchantments covering the perimeters; old photographs, ranging from the early ancestors of Sirius to Sirius him self and the Malfoy family; even remnants of a broomstick, the old letters on the handle, slightly peeling off read: The Flying Albatross IX.

It was well over two in the morning when Harry laid down his head to sleep. They had made great progress that night, almost completely cleaning the whole room. When he finally closed his eyes, sleep over came him as did the usual dream.

He was standing on the tower once more, wind whipping by his sides and eternal darkness lay ahead. The white woman appeared in the midst of the night, slowly drawing nearer. She once again rushed forwards and dissolved into white mist. When Harry turned back around to the front, her silky voice sounded in his ears. `Soon Ashir. Soon I will have you all to my self and you will never see your precious Saydi again.' The white woman appeared in front of him, laughing joyously, her blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. `I lost you once before, you were mislead, but now, yes now, I have the darkness on my side and not even the light can shine through!' She let off a high pitched scream and dissolved in a swirl of mist.

He awoke. Sweat was beaded on his forehead, and a searing pain on his chest made matters worse. He pulled back the covers off his body and stared at shock at his shoulder. In exactly the same spot where the Spear had punctured his skin was a sign burnt into his flesh. It was red and blistered like he had been branded. It was an unrecognisable letter in some foreign tongue; Harry had never seen it before, it read:

Harry was completely confused on why he was having these dreams and how they were physically leaving a mark. He was determined to find out who this white haired lady and Ashir was by telling Professor Dumbledore the moment he woke up in the morning. He made his way to the bathroom; he splashed some water on the born and touched it softly. It was still stinging like it had just been done. He dried it off and made his way back to his room, passing Ron's on the way. Peering inside he spotted his best friend flailing in his covers, mumbling incoherently. Harry sighed and made his way inside, waking his friend from slumber.

`Ron you were dreaming again, we'll talk to Dumbledore tomorrow.' His friend looked frightened about something but nodded none the less. Harry lay back down in his bed, not feeling like sleeping again. The next morning Harry slumped down to breakfast at an early time, not having slept at all after his night time wanderings. Ron came down soon after, looking pale and clammy. He gave Harry a small smile before sitting down, Harry returned it, not wanting to show how sick he felt. Lupin walked in looking concerned about something, but when Harry asked what it was he just shrugged it off.

`Moony, do you know when Professor Dumbledore will be coming back to Headquarters; we need to talk to him about something?' asked Harry, feeling his stomach squirm as his burn gave off a short sting. `No, I don't Harry. But he might be coming in tonight; I need to talk to him as well. About my assignment.' Lupin took on a frightened look again, staring into space before him. `Thanks Moony, we better go.' Harry signalled to Ron and they both left, meeting Hermione outside the hall door. She smiled slightly, before walking in with them. Dainin Strongfoot stood off to the side a bit, his back facing them. He turned around when he heard them enter and smiled brightly. `Alright, we'll continue with levitating today, but if you manage to levitate you cushion today, we'll move on to something harder. Ok, grab your cushion and begin!' After a half an hour they all had moved on to their next subject, which happened to be chairs. By the end of the lesson, Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed to levitate the chairs and keep them there for over two minutes. Which Dainin said was great progress.

They moved off to lunch, totally drained and starving. Hermione gulped down her pumpkin juice and began eating some sandwiches like she hadn't eaten in days. `Hermione, you can't be that hungry can you?' asked Ron, with his mouth half full of a sandwich. She swallowed the food in her mouth before answering. `Well I am, actually I never ate much last night or didn't eat this morning and after the training………oops' she forgot that Mrs. Weasley didn't know, and she just happened to be standing behind her. `Oh, don't mind me dears. Albus discussed it with me, and thought I was to be trusted, he also told Arthur, Remus, Tonks and Moody so we didn't worry where you lot went all the time.' Hermione let out her breath gladly, and continued with her half a sandwich.

Armarnd began to talk about half an hour later in the hall. `The training is a mixture between exercising your mind for the transformation, practising the incantation and getting ready the potion, which I have got one of my loyal accomplices to do for me, so that's out of the way. Now, to exercise your mind. Close your eyes and blank your mind, just like you would do for Occulumcey. Imagine a spotlight in the middle of the darkness. Put yourself in it. Imagine that you are transforming into your Animagus form. Then transform back into you human form. Keep doing that, even though you can't see what you are transforming into.' And so it began the first stages of becoming an animagus like his father. Harry did as he was told; he imagined the spotlight and put himself in it, though the transforming part wasn't coming along too good. He could see himself transforming into a blurred shape but then that would change again, then keep changing. Harry couldn't control it.

Later that lesson they began to learn the Incantation, which all three of them already knew. They didn't tell their teacher this, since they would have to explain about the book and so on and so forth. So they pretended to be quick learners, and memorised it all over again. They also went over the potion ingredients and method, which they were glad they didn't have to do. That night after dinner they went to their second lesson with Maizy Kirra, who they thought to be a really fun person to be with. This lesson they continued with their mind shields, which began to get slowly stronger. Harry Hermione and Ron that night were sitting by the fire in the living room when Dumbledore appeared, looking very grim about something. But when he spotted the trio, his expression lightened a bit.

`I have just been informed that you three are excelling in your training, which is very goo news. Also Remus has just told me you wanted to talk to me about something?' Harry glanced over at Ron, who tensed immediately. Harry took a deep breath. `Well……yes, I have something to tell you, but so does Ron. Ron?' Ron started to look nervous, but still didn't answer. `Do you want us to tell him?' with a quick pleading glance from Ron, Harry continued, `You see, sir. Last year at the Ministry, when Ron got attacked by the brain, we think it is giving him nightmares.' Dumbledore looked curiously at Ron, before sitting.

`I see, well I think I can do something about that. I will have to do some tests; you don't mind do you Ron?' Ron shook his head slowly, `Jolly good. And you wanted to tell me something, Harry?' Harry nodded slowly, thinking if he should tell him or not. `Yes, sir. Um…I have been having these nightmares.' said Harry, but Dumbledore cut in, `Voldemort?' Harry shook his head. He explained about the tower and the spear, how it stabbed him. He told him about the white woman, and then paused at the burn. Ron and Hermione looked shocked that he hadn't told him all of this. Harry took a deep breath.

`I had a nightmare last night and when I woke up, I had this,' Harry pulled down his shirt to his head. He heard Hermione gasp, and Dumbledore stood abruptly. His face looked grave as he stared at the symbol burnt on Harry's arm.

`Oh dear. It seems that Avlantia has risen again.'

A/N-Hehe………cliffy!

9. The Royal Four

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter and never will! Thanx to the people that have reviewed, they make me feel special lol! Hey on the last chapter did it show what sign was burnt onto Harry's shoulder? Because it should have had this picture of an A, but all fancy. If it didn't work, just imagine a capital letter A with swirls added to it and little arrows, ok?! Rightio, on to the story I go!

These: > < are where things are being read from a book, or letter!

Chapter Nine- The Royal Four

`Avlantia?' they all said in unison. Dumbledore's face looked grave, his eyes missing any sign of twinkle. Their light blue now looked dull, out of life. He sighed and motioned them to sit, which they all did, awaiting more information.

`When I was but a Charms professor at Hogwarts, there was four people that were classified the Royal Four. Ever since their first year they were best friends right up until they Graduated. Comprised in their little group were Ashir Dire, Abagale Priest, Saydi Morier and Tyson McCloud, all Gryffindors. Ashir and Saydi fell in love through the years, but Abagale loved Ashir more than anyone. Tyson was Ashir's best friend; they never left each other's side. But there was one person who watched the four closely; he was a Slytherin by the name of Tom Riddle. He cherished Abagale from the moment he laid eyes on her, but a Slytherin can never love a Gryffindor, so he thought. He became engrossed in the Dark Arts through his years at Hogwarts and after he graduated, his love for Abagale never faltering. So much alike was his love to Abagale's, when Ashir and Saydi became Head Boy and Girl she was heart broken. They all later graduated and Abagale disappeared after Ashir and Saydi proposed they were to wed. Many thought she was just heart broken, but that was just one of her reasons. She turned to the Dark Side, but not to Tom, she abided by her self, studying ancient magic's of the darkest sort. She returned after many years to find out that Ashir had a family. Two children a girl, Elindor and a boy, Wade.

`She murdered Saydi one night while they slept; she killed the children in cold blood also. She left a burn on Ashir's shoulder, the exact one you have there. She then vanished once more and never has been seen again. As for the incantation you recited to me. When Ashir woke to find his whole family murdered he broke down, he disappeared. His best friend, Tyson was distraught, he knew he went to find Abagale and seek vengeance. But he never turned up again.

`Many years later they heard of a witch turned dark, she called her self Avlantia. Only Tyson knew that she was Abagale, the one who killed his best friend's family. He went after her, they fought. He vanquished her to the dark; everyone thought that she was dead, but obviously not. Tyson has never been seen since that fight.' Dumbledore reached up and put a hand to his head, a silent tear rolling down his face. Harry gulped, and glanced nervously to Hermione, she was quivering, her hands clenched over her mouth. Ron looked ghostly pale, his mouth hanging open. Harry took a deep breath and faced Dumbledore and asked the only thing that came to him.

`Why me?' he stuttered, feeling incredibly sick. But Dumbledore raised his head and there eyes locked. He shook his head sadly. `I do not know.' The room was deadly silent; the clock upon the wall was the only sound heard amongst the silence. Dumbledore slowly stood, looking hopelessly among his students. `You all have your training to commence with; I think you are already ten minutes late. Please do not discuss what I have told you with any one else. I will tell the Order members later tonight that we might have more trouble to worry about now. It seems as if Abagale has found Tom.' He gave a brief false smile before departing. They stayed in the room, slowly digesting all the information that they had just been giving. The clock kept up its clicking in the back ground, still the only sound being heard. They began to stand, and slowly make their way out into the hall for their next lesson.

Dainin Strongfoot was standing in the middle of the room, humming a distant tune. They strode in and apologized for being late but he brushed it away. `Professor Dumbledore has already seen me. Today we'll just continue with levitating the chairs, then tomorrow we'll begin another spell.' The rest of the lesson dragged, with out much progress. They all had too much on their minds to concentrate on a single feat. The class with Armarnd was much the same, except they were learning the incantation and potion for the Animagi Transformations. In Occlumency their shields only needed a single prod with Maizy's Legiliumcy spell and they vanished. She asked what was wrong but they only said they had something on their minds.

They met again in the secret room that night, but they only partly sorted through the junk, their minds too full on the day's information. Harry let out a long, hard sigh before slamming the lid shut on the trunk he was sorting through. `Why am I having these dreams? I still don't really know who this Avlantia person is. Is she alive and working for Voldemort to kill me, or is it just something Voldemort has cooked up. I'm so frustrated!' He sat on the closed trunk and put his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair. Hermione and Ron both stopped what they were doing and looked sadly at him. `We don't know, mate. These things always happen to you, we don't know why!' Ron tried to comfort him, but failed. `It's because of the stupid prophecy!' lashed out Harry, anger growing in him again. He let out a long sigh, trying to keep his emotions from taking over. He looked pleadingly up at his two friends of six years and smiled.

`I wouldn't have been able to survive the last six years without you two. You're the first friends I ever had.' He smiled lopsidedly, causing them to both break out into identical grins. `Before I came to Hogwarts my only friends were my family, since no other wizards or muggles lived near us. You were my first proper friend.' Joined in Ron looked very happy. `Me too,' added Hermione, `at muggle Primary School no one liked me because I liked going to school and learning. I always was reading a book.' Hermione smiled merrily. `You two were my first friends as well, and if it wasn't for that troll we probably never would have become friends.' They all laughed at old times, and then sat grinning thoughtfully.

`I'll ask Moony and Tonks tomorrow if they will be able to teach us some defense skills, like combat. We'll have to move the other classes around to fit it in, that's if you want to do it?' asked Harry considerately. They both grinned, `Sure mate.' `Yeah Harry, that'll be great. Harry smirked again. `Should we tell Moony about this place, he might be able to use it?' they all looked at one another and said in unison, `Nah!' they laughed happily and got back to work, cleaning out the remainder of the trunks and boxes and sorting through the books. By the time they went down stairs the morning light was beginning to shine through the curtained windows, setting a fluorescent glow around the rooms. Mrs. Weasley spotted them as she was making her way up the stairs.

`You lot are up early, did you have a good sleep?' she smiled cheerfully at them, wearing a flowered apron and carrying a wooden spoon.

`Err………yeah, it was good, we're just hungry.' She gave them a warm smile and continued up the stairs saying, `Breakfast is on the table when you're ready!' they all let out anticipated breaths and smirked at them selves, `That was close,' they laughed on the way to the kitchen, finding a large breakfast laid out on the ancient table. They were half way through when two red heads appeared in the kitchen, they smiled broadly at the trio.

`Good Morning All!' announced Fred brightly, seating him self down next to Ron, grabbing a piece of toast. They were the green dragon-hide suits from the previous year, with matching boots. George sat down next to Hermione, grinning for no reason. `What are you so happy about?' asked Ron, reaching for more toast. `Nothing my dear brother, just that we helped our mother cook this morning!' Ron spat out the toast in his mouth looking horrified, Hermione choked on the bacon she was swallowing and Harry froze drinking his Pumpkin Juice. The twins broke out in hysterics, saying something about seeing the looks on their faces. `No we didn't help mother cook, we just finished getting ready for work, so don't you worry you're pretty little heads about it.' Fred said still red in the face, but George finished laughing and began looking serious, `Pretty? You gotta be joking, these lot, pretty?' They both began laughing again as Ron glared at them, slowly starting to eat again.

`I think we better be off, have a lovely day!' announced Fred, glancing at the clock on the wall behind him. George looked at the clock as well, `Yes, I suppose your right. We'll be back later on tonight, see ya!' they got up and left up the stairs both baring identical grins. All of a sudden Ron started coughing, and began looking awfully pale. `I don't think they were joking about breakfast!' he managed to stutter. Ron's face continued going pale, until he was almost transparent. He looked frightened down at his now see through hands. Just as he almost totally disappeared Tonks appeared in the kitchen and began laughing hysterically when she spotted Ron. She was almost crying when Mrs. Weasley walked in humming merrily, but stopped abruptly when she got sight of the now outlined form of Ron.

`I'M GOING TO KILL FRED AND GEORGE WHEN THEY GET BACK HERE!' she screamed angrily, striding over to Ron and performing the counter curse. His color slowly returned as did his form. Harry and Hermione hid their fits of laughter, but Tonks was now wiping the tears away from her eyes still laughing freely. But she backed away when Mrs. Weasley glared at her. When everything had settled down Mrs. Weasley rounded on Harry, her face softening considerably.

`Albus told us all last night about you dreams. Here, let me fix up that burn for you.' Harry pulled down his shirt to the burn; Mrs. Weasley's eyes began to well up. She performed a healing charm on it. The burn healed over, but a red outline of the sign still resided on Harry's skin. `That's the best I can do dear. You better hurry up and get to the hall for training; you don't want to be late today.' She smiled warmly at the three friends disappearing up the stair case. She briskly brushed away the tear rolling down her cheek, and sniffed her nose; Tonks came over and began patting her on the back.

Their Soul Magic teacher was already in the hall, humming the same tune as the day before. That lesson they moved onto blowing things up, which got Ron's mood up again. They were working on balloons; they each got one and tried to pop it. Harry got it the first go, by releasing his anger into it. Ron got it soon after and smirked amazingly that he got it before Hermione. She was having trouble and only managed to make the balloon sway slightly. When half the lesson had passed and no one seemed to have any ideas to give her, one struck Harry. He leaned over to her and whispered something in her ear. Her face paled slightly, but she concentrated on that one thought. Bits of rubber began flying over the room a moment later and settled in the hair of a very pleased Hermione.

`Thanks, Harry,' she said thankfully. `Not a problem Hermione, any time.' Ron looked carefully between the two before speaking, `What did you tell her Harry?' he asked curiously, Harry smirked, `I told her to think of how much she hated Voldemort and push all her anger at the balloon.' Harry answered happily, Hermione blushed slightly. The rest of the day flew by and soon enough they were back in the secret room, cleaning once again. They had almost finished the entire space. They had placed all the books in the book shelf they found and Hermione performed a vanishing spell on the junk, leaving large amounts of space. All they had to do was sweep and pack the boxes and trunks up in an orderly fashion. They planned to do that the next night.

The weeks flew by, with many order meetings and complex training sessions. Soon it was the day before returning to Hogwarts, and the day Ginny came back. She had been visiting relatives in France, and would be returning. It was also the day that they would be taking the potion to become full Animagi. Over the past two weeks they had been practicing the incantation and doing the mind exercises, now it was the final day. Also they had become quite skilled in Soul Magic and had managed to do many spells without a wand. And in Occlumency they all managed to block their minds, without them breaking when the Legiliumcy spell was cast on them.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Armarnd stood around a bubbling cauldron in the hall. The potion was ready made, so it was perfect in every detail. All the trio had to do was say the incantation over and over until the potion turned from purple to lime green. When it did this they had to drink a goblet of the potion and continue with the incantation, visualizing transforming. Then it would be permanent. They began to recite the memorized incantation, slowly and quietly at first, but gradually getting louder. When they were saying it for the seventh time there was a sizzling sound as the potion hissed from purple to a sickening yellow green. They quickly scooped some into goblets and drank at the same time. It was like a hot ice was running down his throat; he almost choked as it ran down to his finger tips, then to his toes. They continued with the incantation, visualizing the spot light and transforming.

Suddenly a searing pain began on his fingertips working its way up to his shoulders; the same began on his toes working up to his hips. It slowly worsened becoming unbearable. Harry collapsed to the ground, sweating and panting. Thoughts flashed across his mind as he blacked out: something must have gone wrong, should it feel like this, something went wrong……………

Things kept flashing through Harry's mind. He was in a forest, trees surrounding him and a stream trickling from the side. FLASH. He was soaring through the air, wind whipping by his sides as he flapped his wings. FLASH. He was back in the forest, his nose to the ground, sniffing at some unknown sent. FLASH. He was flying over a large castle, the word Hogwarts crept across his mind. He dove from the sky, flattening out, heading to the ground. FLASH. Back in the forest, now wading through the stream, water soaked up to his neck, clinging to his hair, cooling his skin. He climbed out, padding on the cold stones, he glimpsed at himself in the reflection. FLASH. He was now nearing the ground, but he swooped up easily, nearing the lake. He flew over the top of it, searching for his reflection in the cool waters, he found it. FLASH. He stared at him self for a minute, but heard something snap near him. He flicked his head up to see an old man with a long grey beard and dark skin, the word Indian flashed through his mind. The old man opened his mouth and spoke a word. FLASH. He was back in the air after seeing his reflection, soaring over the forest, he swooped down into the branches and spotted an old man and another creature, he flew over them, and the old man looked up and spoke a word to him. FLASH. The old man spoke a word: Tikarni. FLASH. The old man spoke a word: Hawk.

Voices met his ears, jumbled at first but slowly coming clearer. He recognized one as the concerned voice of Mrs. Weasley, saying something to another person. They answered, it was the distinguishable voice of Armarnd, he was trying to calm her down, speaking words to her. He caught a few of them something about magic and animals. What was happening, where was he? Then the thoughts came back, of the Animagi transformation, but then, what happened after that? What were the other flashes of, where he was in the forest then in the air in the forms of animals? What about the old man, who only spoke two words, one to each of the animals. Who was he?

Harry caught the sounds of foot steps resounding from down stairs. They drew closer to where he lay, until they stopped. There was a knocking sound then the opening of a door, as someone entered. A cold cloth was placed on his head, and a goblet was placed on his lips. He slowly opened his mouth, allowing the cool liquid to trickle down his throat. But it wasn't cool, it began to burn his throat and heat his body up. It was a Pepper-up Potion; he'd know that sickly taste and the burning feeling from any where. He coughed slightly pulling his self into a sitting position, his eyes still closed. He began to open them, they were only open a crack when light billowed in, blinding his momentarily. There were shuffled steps as blurred shapes swam before him. The cold rim of his glasses was placed on his nose as everything came into perspective. The shape of Mrs. Weasley loomed beside his bed, a caring expression in her eyes, next to her stood Armarnd, his deep blue eyes penetrating into his own. Harry turned his head to inspect the room he was placed in; they were in Ron's room, with Ron sitting up in the bed next to him, looking intently at him. Harry smiled wearily, looking around for Hermione, but seeing none of her bushy brown hair.

`The transformation was a success, but with unexpected results. Your two friends woke up an hour or two ago, but you have been out the longest. It seems you have taken on a magical animal form, which is very peculiar as none have been registered for over two hundred years. We're not sure what form you are yet, as we haven't asked what dream came to you, so if you want to enlighten us, it will be much appreciated.' Harry furrowed his brow at Armarnd's statement, trying to remember his dream. `Well in my dream, I kept having flashes of two places, of two animals,' Armarnd stepped closer, a serious expression planted on his face, `First I was walking through a forest and came to a stream, then I was in the air, flying over Hogwarts. Than this old man said to the, what was it, dog-like form, erm………Tikarni? Then he looked at the one that was flying and said Hawk, I know what that is but not the other one!' Armarnd began saying things under his breath, still staring at Harry. Molly was now glaring at Armarnd in a very disapproving manner.

`Ok, you've asked your question, now leave them be. Let him have their rest.' Armarnd gave a curt nod before quickly disappearing out of the room, still mumbling to himself. Molly wished them good rest then left, saying something to someone in the hallway. Hermione entered a second after, closing the door after her. She walked briskly to Harry, and sat on the bed, looking at him, waiting for something. After Harry didn't say anything, she spoke her self.

`Well………what are you?' she asked excitedly, almost bouncing with anticipation. Harry thought for a second then shrugged, `I remember looking at myself in the reflection of the water but I can't remember what I looked like, in one I'm a hawk.' Hermione's face was overcome with a curious look, `One of them, what do you mean, One of them?” Harry smiled slightly.

`I'm not sure,' He then went on explaining his dream, and gave her the names that the old man said. She gasped then vanished out of the room, returning a moment later with a large book clasped in her hands. She began flipping through the pages, finally halting on one, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but she thrust the book under his nose. On the page before him was a rough sketch of a wolf, with glowing golden eyes. The name above the picture read: The Tikarni. It gave a brief explanation of its features. Harry began reading, and then became shocked as he neared the end.

>The Tikarni is believed to be a legend. Many muggles out camping believed they spotted a wolf prowling through the trees, its eyes glowing golden in the light. They believed it to be a trick of the light, but we know better. The many abilities that the Tikarni have is the ability to sense danger approaching even if it is many miles away, the ability to change color at will to blend into its surroundings, but only earth colors like, different shades of brown, black grey and white. It is also noted that they have the ability to transport to paces, but that is believed to be false as none have been spotted to do this. Its teeth are glistened with a poison that is able to knock out many wizards for over an hour. They rather like to be alone, but when they are together they become very protective of each other, and are known to fight to the death if one id endangered.

Harry stopped reading, all the information was too much for his weak mind. Hermione had an excited looked on her face as she shut the book.

Ron was now standing above them reading with mouth hanging open. Harry was just as dumbfounded that he had two animal forms and one was magical. He cleared his throat, signaling that he had read. Ron just gaped at him, while Hermione looked on kindly. “shut your mouth Ron, you have two forms as well.' Harry was now the one to gape, Ron had two as well. `Well………so do you!' Hermione stuck his tongue out at the red head. Hermione as well, now that had to be a record.

`What are you both?' asked Harry astounded. Ron turned red and began mumbling, Hermione laughed, `He's an orangutan and a Red Siberian Tiger. And I am a horse and an owl.' Harry smiled at Ron's two red animal forms, and then congratulated both of them. But they both then turned on him, saying how cool it was to have two animal forms and one magical. They stayed up there a while, discussing who good it would be to transform again. Hermione and Ron couldn't remember what they had looked like either; it seems they were in the perspective of the animal as well. Later on they moved down stairs into the kitchen to eat dinner, as they missed lunch. Hermione and Ron had already eaten, but still accompanied Harry down. Once entering the kitchen the voices that were being spoken stopped abruptly when the trio entered. Armarnd and Professor Dumbledore were sitting at the table, the head master smiled at them as they sat down; Armarnd smiled as well, but looked sternly at Harry, making him feel uncomfortable.

`We were just discussing your Animagi forms, it seems you three share something highly special with in you, as all three of you are Multimagi, and one of Harry's form's is magical. Armarnd discussed with you that Multimagi were created if the witch or wizard had many strong characteristics, but it also takes a lot of mental and physical energy to have two forms, especially one of magical nature.' Dumbledore smiled warmly at the three, and then turned to see Armarnd looking sternly at Harry. `Oh, don't worry about Armarnd; he's just shocked to know Harry has a magical form, as all witches and wizards who have had magical Animagi forms were exceedingly powerful people.' Harry gulped and shook his head slowly and took a breath, but as he was about to speak someone else's voice broke the silence.

`I wouldn't dwell on it too long, Bytin, as Potter's not like all other people, he's just a small pesky brat, just like his god………' Snape didn't finish his words as a black wolf launched it self at him, sinking it's fangs into his hand, its golden eyes glowing.

10. The New DADA Professor

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter and never will! So how was that chapter? I couldn't think of what to write, it took me ages to write it coz I wrote most of the chapter out then thought it was stupid so I started again. I hope you liked it!

Chapter Ten- The New DADA Professor

Snape began yelling madly as the wolf snarled its teeth before him, golden eyes flashed menacingly. His hand dripped blood upon the cement floor from many teeth marks punctured by fangs. Suddenly the Potions Master collapsed, fast asleep. Harry bounded out of the door, jumped up the stairs and into Sirius's old room. He leapt onto the large bed back into his human form, panting madly. Anger flared inside him from the incident downstairs, sweat dripped down his cheeks, mingled with a solitary tear. His eyes glared at the wall in front of him trying to make his anger subside. The feeling of being an animal was great; it was as if he was free, free to do as he pleased. When he transformed and launched at Snape, it was as if knew everything, like he understood all the things in the world. His senses picked up many things. He smelt the fear on Snape as he sunk his teeth into him, he could here his heartbeat race against his rib cage, and he could taste the git's magical essence.

His anger began to rise again as he thought of what he said about him and Sirius. How dare he insult his godfather! He began taking deep breaths trying

to stay calm, but the only thing that could keep him calm now was to fly his broomstick. But he couldn't because that old hag Umbridge had it locked up in the dungeons at Hogwarts. An idea flickered into Harry's head. He raised himself off the bed and sat on the edge, thinking off his hawk form, wanting to be that hawk form. Suddenly he felt free again as he soared through the open window of Sirius's room and over the house tops. His eyes could spot many things from any height and he could hear many things as well, like he could here voices as he flew passed an open window of a muggle house. He could smell everything, even though he didn't know what the smells were he knew the difference between a human and animal, a muggle and wizard. He continued flying over roof tops, over houses and forests. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't care. He went into a dive, soaring to the ground at a tremendous speed, he pulled out easily barely a foot from the grass. He turned around and flew back the other way, heading back to Grimmauld Place. He passed other birds on his return journey; many flew at a wide distance from him. He could sense their fear.

Sirius's window came into view, but someone's form stood in his way, just staring at him. He could smell and see who it was, the person had a strawberry scent about them, as well as a rich smell of old paper. Hermione. She was looking sternly at him as he flew by her into the room. He landed on the bed in his human form, he smiled awkwardly at his best friend, but she wasn't smiling. She stormed over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. Harry nervously patted her back, completely surprised. She pulled away, tears falling from her eyes. Harry opened his mouth to speak but she spoke first.

'Don't you ever, EVER do that to me again!' she said, 'I came up here to see how you were to find you gone. Professor Snape is lying downstairs fast asleep because you bit him with your poisoned fangs.' Harry grinned happily and was surprised to find a smile tugging at Hermione's lips. 'Don't think that's a good thing, because when he wakes up you're going to be in so much trouble.' She finally gave into the smile.

'It was worth it though!' Harry said happily. 'He continues to bad mouth Sirius even though he's dead,' Hermione smiled sympathetically. 'And he insults me for no reason!' he said trying to stay calm again. 'I had to get away. And the only thing that makes me feel better is flying and since I don't have my broomstick I thought that would be better and safer as no one knows that I'm an Animagus. Yet.' He added thoughtfully. They headed back downstairs and into the kitchen. Professor Snape was lying in the corner, his head on a pillow. Harry smiled triumphantly as he took his seat. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at the table, sipping tea out of a mug. He gave a short smile to Harry as he sat down.

'Harry, you have to take control of your emotions,' said Dumbledore, 'You gave Professor Snape enough venom to keep him asleep for about four hours at the least.' Harry tried hopelessly not to laugh, but stopped when Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. A slight twinkle appeared in the old mans eyes, 'I'm glad your able to transform so quickly, Harry. Now I believe your classes have been canceled today, Mr. Weasley is up stairs with his sister, if you would like to know.' The twinkle shone out again brighter this time. 'Thanks, sir.' said Harry as they left to go up stairs. Dinner that night was a joyous affair, with Mrs. Weasley cooking a scrumptious meal and Professor Snape still in a deep sleep in the corner of the kitchen. Fred and George had arrived home from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes bringing with them an assortment of their products. But as soon as they had entered The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black their mother blasted them with a lecture on misusing their jokes on members of the family, but after that it was rather funny. They told of a customer that came into the shop that day and eaten a piece of what they thought was ordinary Bubble Gum to find out it wasn't and inflate to the size of an elephant, and Fred and George just pushed them out the door saying they shouldn't steal.

The next morning bloomed all too early for Harry, who had to be awaken by Hermione shouting in his ear. He hadn't had any dreams since he got the burn which he was thankful for. It was the day they were returning to Hogwarts, now only four of them leaving to actually attend school, since the twins had left the previous year. Harry dragged him self out and quickly showered and dressed, dragging his ready packed trunk down stairs. There he met Dainin Strongfoot humming merrily and staring at the roof. He greeted Harry and handed him a sheet of parchment with different times marking when their training would be through Hogwarts, it only had about two months worth of classes.

'You all will be ready by then,' he said at Harry's confused look. There was a crash as Ron's trunk tumbled down the stairs with a startled Tonks standing at the top. 'Oops!' was all she said as she bounded down the stairs after it, scooping up the spilled contents and packing them back in the trunk. Ron came down a moment later looking confused as to why his trunk was already down here, Tonks said she brought it down causing Harry to unsuccessfully conceal his laughter. Tonks glared at him then smiled innocently back at the inconspicuous red head. The ministry cars pulled up outside Kings Cross at around ten-thirty, leaving them around half-an-hour to board the train. Moody took the front of the group his hat hiding his swivelling magical eye, then cam Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny followed by Tonks, Lupin and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all looking around carefully for any suspicious peoples. They passed through the barrier two at a time with their trunks finally catching site of the scarlet steam engine. Harry felt a jolt in his stomach as the thought hit him that this was second last time he would be coming through the barrier as a Hogwarts student. They just stood on the platform talking about odd things, until it was about ten to eleven when they boarded the train. Harry looked out of the window at his guard, they smiled and waved casually, he couldn't see Tonks but thought she must have already left. The train began to move as Hermione and Ron left to the Prefects cabin leaving Harry alone. Neville joined him then Luna and Ginny. Neville told Harry how his grandmother was really proud of him for going to the Ministry and defending his friends and that his parents were still giving him chewing gum wrappers with letters on them. Luna told of how her and her had almost caught a Wobblegone Swamp Eater, causing Ginny to go a deep shade of red trying to keep her laughter in.

Hermione and Ron returned about half-way through the trip, telling them how Katie Bell had got Head Girl and Jason Foster, a Ravenclaw, had got Head Boy. The lunch lady came by selling almost all her cart to the occupants in Harry's compartment. Night fell as the train pulled to a halt at Hogsmeade station; the students began packing into the Thestral drawn carriages, the first years trailing behind the large form of Hagrid disappearing to the lake. The lights inside the castle shown out of the many windows in the darkness, illuminating the shadowy grounds and the small cabin which was Hagrid's home. The Great Hall was filled with floating candles and many students pointing to Harry, talking about last year at the Ministry, where rumours were created saying how he and Dumbledore had made a hologram of you- know-who in order to convince the ministry that they had been right all along. They slumped into their usual seats at the Gryffindor Table getting settled and ready for the sorting. Harry's eyes trailed along the Teachers Table briefly crossing Snape's eyes and smirking. They rested on an unfamiliar face sitting on the right of Dumbledore, his face turned up to the ceiling, staring into the enchanted night sky. He had scruffy black hair framing his features, his face was gaunt, his eyes pierced into Harry's, who hadn't realized that the teacher had looked down at him. He immediately looked away, turning to the stool Professor McGonagall just placed in front of the table, where the first years were milled, all looking nervous and anxious.

Soon the sorting was over, Gryffindor gaining twelve new first years, looking proud and excited. Professor Dumbledore stood and announced the feast, seating him self back down and beginning a conversation with the new professor. They piled there plates with food, eyes filled with a great yearning for the meal in front of them like they never had seen so much food before. Ron boar into his, stuffing his mouth with potato and chicken then reaching for some pork, his eyes alighting when he spotted a lone piece of pie sitting half under another plate. Harry began chewing on a piece of garlic bread, his eyes wandering over the students laughing and talking with happiness, not having to worry about what was to come. Dumbledore cleared the tables when everyone was done, standing in front of them all, a twinkle in his eyes.

'So we begin another year, filled with joy and laughter. Once again the Forbidden Forest is strictly as its name says, forbidden to all students. Mr. Filch has added a more items on the list in his office, I believe all from Fred and George Weasley's new store which is flourishing,' a few cheers emitted from the Gryffindor table from the twins friends, 'yes, yes. The rules addressed to the school last year by a former professor have been lifted, as have any bans,' his eyes trailed to Harry who was feeling extremely happy all of a sudden, 'Congratulations to our new Head Boy and Girl, Katie Bell from Gryffindor and Jason Foster of Ravenclaw, I'm sure they will do a great job! This year there will be a Dueling contest, to find the top dueler in Hogwarts. If you would like to enter there will be a list pinned up on the notice boards in each of you common rooms. They will be taken down at the end of the week, so try and get your name down by then if you will like to compete. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year is Tyler Rohain,' Many students looked at the man beside Dumbledore, 'Now, I'm sure everyone is tired and wanting some rest, so you may go, Prefects take the first years and show them the way.' Harry began to stand with Hermione and Ron, who showed no movement of taking the first years.

'Don't you have to take the first years?' he asked yawning, 'Nope, the fifth year prefects have to do that, not us!' he said happily, ascending the stairs and beginning to whistle. Harry looked quizzically at Hermione who was staring nonplussed at Ron, 'What are you so happy about? Why are you whistling, you never whistle?' she stammered, 'Well Harry's back on the Quidditch Team, and we're sure to win this year!' they had just entered the common room and headed to the armchairs by the fire, 'And why is that?' she asked sitting down in an armchair, followed by Ron and Harry.

'Well, we need new players on the team, we need to replace the beaters, we need chasers since Katie will be too caught up in NEWTS and being Head Girl and all. And there's only me and Harry left, so of course Harry'll get captain' 'What! Me?' stuttered Harry, emitting a slight chuckle at the thought of him being captain of Gryffindor Quidditch Team. 'Yeah, you, I'd be no good at captain. I can't talk in front of people, but I'm good at strategies and stuff like that. So if you get captain, can I be the strategizer?!' he asked hopefully. Harry nodded numbly. 'And if I get captain, you can be the talker, ok?' Harry nodded again, thinking through what it would be like being Quidditch captain.

Harry took his timetable that Professor McGonagall handed him the next day at breakfast, and immediately wished he hadn't. In the first time slot taking up two periods was his least favorite subject, Potions. He and Hermione made their way down to the dungeons after breakfast, leaving Ron laughing at them. He didn't have to take Potions; instead he was going to Care of Magical Creatures with Dean and Seamus. Sitting at the back, Harry and Hermione unpacked their bags; they were the only Gryffindors attending NEWT Potions, so they were open to many insults and angry looks. They sat listening to Professor Snape.

'Newt level Potions is highly difficult, most in this class got in on talent, others got in by pure luck,' his eyes flashed at Harry, 'If those people continue being behind the class, I will have them kicked out of this class and never to return. Now, some revision questions Potter,' Harry inwardly groaned, 'What is the main acting ingredient in the Wolfbane Potion?' Harry knew this, 'Err...the petals of the Lunar Lily, only blooming on the night of a full moon, sir,' Snape's eyes flashed at him, 'What is the ingredient in the Invigoration Draught that acts as a potion when not boiled at the precise temperature and is a useful antidote when it comes to a bite from a spider?' Snape's face now possessed an evident smirk. Harry thought hard, going back to last year when they made that potion. Hermione's hand shot in the air, just as Harry answered, 'The blood from an adolescent Red Caps.' Hermione gasped from beside him, and Snape's smirk vanished. The rest of the lesson went on and on, with Snape asking everyone questions but none as hard as the ones Snape sprang on Harry, who got them all right. As the bell rang the potions master help Harry back. Hermione told him he'd wait out side the door, so Harry stayed back in the dungeon class room with Snape.

'Potter, I don't know how you answered all of my questions correctly, but beware, one slip up and you'll be out of here so fast that you on your broomstick would look like you weren't moving at all. You are to report here every Tuesday night for Remedial Potions, as the headmaster still has some hope in your skills, even though I don't see any skill in you at all. Go,' Harry smiled brightly opening the door, calling back, 'You shouldn't be so mean, sir, as you might be having another nap if you are.' Harry joined Hermione walking into the Great Hall.

'Harry, how'd you know all the answers to Snape's questions?' she asked once they seated them selves next to Ron who was stuffing him self with Shepard's Pie, barely acknowledging their presence. Harry shrugged, 'I studied over the summer, and I didn't want to be kicked out of Snape's class, because I need it to be an Auror. Anyway, you always get all Snape's questions right, so what's wrong with me?' he asked reaching for an apple. 'Nothing, it was just a surprise to hear you answer Snape correctly all lesson, that's all.' She answered reaching for a sandwich. After lunch they had Charms than Defense Against the Dark Arts, both of which they had together. In Charms it was pretty much the same as Potions, with Professor Flitwick revising the past lessons and asking questions. Harry continued surprising his friends by answering all the questions asked of him correctly, and when asked of it, he again said he studied over the holidays.

Defense was what everyone was looking forward to, wanting to know what the new professor was like. When they entered the classroom, Professor Rohain was already there, sitting upon his desk and gazing peacefully out of the open window, looking out upon the grounds. He turned and faced the class when they all had entered, examining all of their faces in detail, he paused for a second on Harry, looking deep into his eyes. Professor Rohain had scruffy, what Harry had thought was black, extremely dark brown hair. His eyes were bright blue-green, showing a kindness in them covered in an unknown emotion.

'Hello class,' his voice was soft and kindly, gaining silence from the class like Professor Snape was able to achieve without asking, 'as you all know I am Professor Rohain, and I will be your Defense teacher this year, and maybe next, I don not know. I have heard you have covered dangerous creatures, defense spells, jinxes, curses and hexes as well as the unforgivable curses. But you are very behind. This year we will go over a bit of everything, even Dueling properly. How many people here have considered competing in the Dueling Contest?' almost all the class raised their hands, including Harry, Ron and Hermione, as well as Draco and his cronies. The professor smiled, 'Excellent, and how many have actually competed in a Duel before?' many of the class dropped their hands. Harry was among the ones with their hands still up. The teacher nodded at the ones with their hands still up, 'Harry, could you please come up here, and Mr. Malfoy,' Harry groaned as he stood and walked to the front with Malfoy, knowing what they were going to do, 'Professor Dumbledore has said you two are among the top in your class, Harry, you being the highest. Would you two please demonstrate a Duel for us all, if you like?' They both nodded and walked away from each other, wands in hand. They turned and counted to three, Malfoy shot a stunning spell at him just before three. Harry easily dodged it sending a disarming spell back. Malfoy blocked it sending one back. They continued like this for a while, sending spells at each other and blocking them. Harry finally managed to hit him with a jelly leg jinx, causing him to topple to the ground just as the bell rang. The class began filing out as Harry lifted the spell and began walking back to his seat when something hit his back, drenching his shirt and starting to burn his skin. He yelped in pain as he pulled of his cloak and through it of the ground, but still it kept burning him.

He yelped in pain and through off his shirt to the ground. Hermione and Ron were the only one's left now, except the teacher who was yelling at Malfoy outside the classroom. He came running back in, seeing the state Harry was in. He was panting and trying not to yell in pain as the spell that hit him continued to burn. Professor Rohain quickly muttered the name of the spell to fix Harry's back.

'Mr. Malfoy hit you with the Acid Spell, which burns as if it was eating through your skin but never leaves a mark.' Harry sighed as he reached to pick up his cloak when he heard his teacher gasp. He looked up as a hand grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. Tyler Rohain stood gaping at the mark on Harry's shoulder, and then quickly released him. 'I'm sorry but you have to go, go, I'll see you tomorrow for your next class. Good Day.' He ushered them out of the room, handing Harry his clothes and shutting the door after them. Harry pulled on his clothes, as his friends began quickly talking of what happened, walking into the library for their study period. Their professor's actions had startled the trio who began trying to figure out what it meant. He obviously recognized the mark on Harry's shoulder, Avlantia's symbol, but how? This mere question took up most of their time in the library only ending when dinner began.

Up in the common room that night Harry, Ron and Hermione wrote their names down on the list for the Dueling Contest. There were many names on it already, varying from a few first years up to seventh years, all eager to compete for their house. A notice was placed up for Quidditch Tryouts on Wednesday Afternoon where the remaining team members and Professor McGonagall would decide upon the new players than a captain. Soon Harry and Ron were standing on the Quidditch pitch with their broomsticks, Professor McGonagall and the new team members behind them voting on a new captain. During tryouts they had decided upon all the new members. The chasers were Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas and a fourth year, Jarrod Symons; they all seemed to communicate well and shared the quaffle evenly among them selves. The beaters were Sara James, a solid fifth year with a very strong arm and Seamus Finnigan who had a brilliant aim. McGonagall announced that they had come to a decision so Harry and Ron made their way back to the group; both nervous at the outcome.

'It was a very close call, but the difference resided in a mere two votes. The new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain is Harry Potter,' a great happiness welled inside him as his fellow team mates congratulated him and he thanked them. Soon after they were celebrating in the Common Room, with many bottles of Butterbeer smuggled up from the kitchens as well as lots of sweets. It ended soon after when Harry went to bed with a head ache when Dennis Creevely tripped over the rug and smashed Harry over the head with his camera. Ron joined his soon after having drunk too much Butterbeer and sunk into his bed with a stomach ache. After a dreamless sleep he awoke in high spirits, got showered and headed down to breakfast humming slightly when he was pulled abruptly into an unused classroom. Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the person in front of him.

'She's coming! She's coming for HIM!'

11. Mysteries Unsolved

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter and never will. Sorry for the long wait but I was grounded from the computer for three days! THREE DAYS! How rude, well hope you like this one!

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Chapter Eleven- Mysteries Unsolved

`Erm………what?' stammered Harry at the figure before him.

`She coming for him, when five moons pass,' said the centaur before Harry, his majestic eyes flashing. Harry backed up.

`What do you mean, she's coming for him? Who's she, who's him?' he asked getting frightened and curious now. `I can not tell you, but I think you already know. Beware, Harry Potter, as she is coming,' said Firenze walking out of the class room door, leaving a bewildered Harry behind. After retelling his events with Ron and Hermione, they both looked as confused as he was.

`We obviously know who she is, that's Avlantia, but who is he?' this question was playing around in their minds after Hermione said it, causing them to lose concentration in the day's classes. In Defense Against the dark Arts the professor was half an hour late and just assigned them to read from their text books. Professor Rohain' actions to Harry had startled the trio and so they began to try and figure out why he had acted so abrupt. Harry trudged along the dungeons almost a week later, clearly wanting to be any where than here. He knocked on the door of Snape's office before he was pulled inside by Professor Snape. The potions master had been exceptionally cold to Harry since the incident in the holidays, which consisted of him springing hard questions on him during class, causing him to upset his potion. This night was no exception. They stood a few feet apart, both glaring at each other, when Snape entered his mind using Legiliumcy. Bits of his memories flashed through Harry's mind, but when the picture of Sirius falling through the veil began to play in his mind, he'd had enough. He forced Snape out of his head, pushing with him a spell of his own.

Snape was blasted into the wall opposite him, the cabinet toppling on top of him. Jars smashed upon his head, eye balls rolled across the ground, escaping from their glass prisons. Snape immediately stood, swiping of glass shades from his robes and water from his greasy hair. He shot a death glare at Harry who was looking very smug indeed.

`Better, Potter. But do try to and push me out at the start, not when I get to a memory you don't want me to see, Legiliums!' Harry was ready for that attack so he immediately put up a mind shield like he practiced with Maizy. Professor Snape was looking quite confused at not being allowed into his mind, so he tried again, harder this time. Still he wasn't able to break Harry's barrier. At the end of the hour and a half Harry was strolling through the darkness back to the common room, happy for once coming back from Snape's office. Once in bed he went through the weeks events in his head. What was Firenze talking about? Who was Avlantia coming for, and why was he all of a sudden throwing a Hermione in class, becoming all smart. He soon drifted into a deep sleep, replaying the image of Snape smashing into the wall, the eye balls rolling away from him.

They had Quidditch practice the following afternoon, which went on fine. The first match of the year would be in three weeks, against Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, which was an easy win. This year's Gryffindor was great, the chasers all got along well and co-operated together good, Ron was much more confident than the previous year, as he always took the Slytherin's comments to heart, now he just shrugged them off. The beaters were great as well, firing bludgers at their targets and hitting them dead on. Harry was the same as always; loving to be in the air and feeling free. Hermione occasionally came down to watch their training but always brought homework with her. Soon it was the first night for the dueling contest where they would assign everyone their partners and find out when they were fighting.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing in the Great hall, where all the tables had been pushed against a wall, leaving large amounts of room. When everyone was gathered inside, it seemed as if the whole school had joined. A small platform had been placed at the end of the hall, where three teachers stood. The first was Professor Dumbledore smiling broadly down at his students, the next was Professor Rohain who was gazing up at the sky through the enchanted ceiling, and the third was Professor Snape who was glaring at the headmaster. Dumbledore cleared his throat, gaining silence from the crowd.

`Welcome to the first night of the Dueling Contest. Many of you are here to participate, but a lot of you are here to watch. If you aren't competing could you please go to the back of the hall, and the ones that are competing move to the front please,' there were many footsteps as at least half of the group parted and moved to the back of the hall and the others moved forward. `Now in these hats,' he held up two old wizards hats, much like the sorting hat, into the air, `are all the names of the people who wrote their names down on the lists. Every person who is competing will come forward and take a name out of the hat that is the person you will duel against in the first round. There are age limits, first through to third years will duel in just that group, while fourth to seventh years will be in that group. If a first year draws out a third year student, be warned, you must compete against them, there are no changes. There are at least thirty-two students in each age group, so there will be five rounds. In each duel, the person who wins will move onto the next round, while the looser gets eliminated, that is if the person gets knocked off of the stage. Tonight we will get you all to draw your opponents out, then next Friday night will be the first round for the first group, comprised of the first through to third years. Then the Friday after that will be the first round for the second group, the fourth through to seventh years.

`I believe there are only a couple of first years here so they must be warned that you have to compete against who you draw out even if it is a third year. If you pull out of the draw, you will be eliminated and your opponent will move to the next round. Now, would the first to third years follow Professor Rohain to the left side of the hall to pull you opponents out, and would the other years go with Professor Snape to the right hand side please.' All the students moved to the allocated sides, lining up behind the hat, `There is a spell on the hat that prevents you from pulling your own name out, also it goes in alphabetical order, the teacher controlling the hat with call out who is next. If you have already been chosen by somebody else, please move to the side the hat will call out who you get so that person can move aside.' announced the headmaster from the podium.

The lines shortened and soon Harry was called up, haven't been chosen yet, he glared at Snape before placing his hand into the hat and clasping a piece of parchment. He pulled it out and read it. Harry laughed out loud, and passed the parchment to Snape, shaking his head the hat called out, CHO CHANG! Harry laughed and moved back to Hermione who had been chosen by Colin Creevely. Hermione smiled innocently at him as she had heard the hat yell out his opponent. He just smiled back, feeling he was already in the next round. They heard the hat yell out Ron's name as they spotted him walking swiftly towards them his face set in anger.

`Guess who pulled me out, just guess!' he said, when they just shrugged he answered, `Ernie Macmillan, him of all people, that pompous little-` he wasn't able to finish what he was saying as Cho Chang appeared right beside him. He glanced nervously at her before moving next to Harry, so he was facing her.

`Hello Harry,' she said sweetly, smiling beautifully, `Hi,' answered Harry back, `so, we're dueling against each other,' she said, `Yeah, I know, I pulled your name out so I know,' he said plainly. Her smile faltered a bit but she continued, `Listen could I talk to you, in private,' she added looking at Hermione disgustedly. `Fine,' he answered following her to a corner, `what did you want to talk about Cho?' he asked idly, wanting to be elsewhere. She stepped closer to him, staring into his eyes and taking his hand in hers.

`I want to give it another go, I mean, you and me. I was out of line last year, and I like you, I like you a lot and I think you like me to,' Harry pulled her hands of his own and stepped away shaking his head. `No, I don't, I was the one out of line last year, and I should've seen that you only wanted to be around me to remind you of Cedric. And I need something more than that, you do to,' silent tears trickled down Cho's cheeks and her eyes flashed at him, then to the direction of where Hermione and Ron were standing talking. She stepped away from him and swiped away her tears. `I knew it, I KNEW IT!' she roared, so everyone in the hall turned to them, `EVEN LAST YEAR, even last year I knew. I knew that you and………and HER were together!' Harry backed up and started walking away, saying over his shoulder, `I don't know what you're talking about Cho, but me and Hermione are just friends,'

`Oh yeah, than how'd you know I was talking about precious Hermione, huh, how'd you know?' Harry turned to face her, now about ten feet away. `I knew because you've always been jealous of her, of our friendship and because of that you're blaming her because I don't like you. But the truth is I had a crush on you for a year or two, but that's all it was a crush. And I'm over you know, so you should move on,' Harry turned to face the podium and walked towards it, being followed by Ron and Hermione. Harry sighed once everyone began talking again, mostly of the ordeal that just took place. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder so he faced her.

`Thank you Harry,' she said, `For what?' asked Harry, confused. `For everything, just everything,' Harry still didn't know what was going on but nodded none the less, and turned his attention to the podium where professor Dumbledore was announcing all the dueling partners for the first and second groups for the first round. The school was in a knot of excitement the following Friday with the first round for the first group taking place that night. The platform at the front had been raised so it was about two metres off the ground, with a small set of stairs on one side. The hall had been enlarged so the entire school could sit or stand comfortably while the duel took place before them. The participants for the first group stood up the front to the right-hand side, ready to enter onto the stage when it was their turn to duel. Harry Ron and Hermione stood at the front gazing up at the headmaster who just moved upon the stage.

`Welcome one and all to the first round for the first group of the Hogwarts Dueling Contest. First up we have Jonathon Atkins verses Guy Taylor, please make your way up please,' a small first year walked up onto the stage followed by a tall second year, `You may take your marks then begin when I say so,' the two duelers took their marks, standing a few metres away, wands a-ready and glaring at each other. `GO!' shouted Professor Rohain taking over from Dumbledore. The two begin firing spells at each other, mostly stunners and disarming spells, but the second year was far more advanced than the first year and soon knocked the first year over but not of the stage. But he thought he had knocked him off and lowered his wand turning around, getting hit by a stunner and toppling forwards and of the stage. The crowd cheered as the small first year strolled off the stage, by the stairs. The second year was awoken from the spell and looked around disgruntled, but then realized that he'd lost. He stalked off into the crowd, his head hung low. It continued like that for almost three hours, most of the duels ranging from a few minutes to about twenty minutes by two third years. Soon it was over, with about sixteen students left to move onto the next round.

`Thank you for coming, these are the students who have made it to the second round,' professor Rohain then named all the students who won their duels, `please come back next week for our first round for the second group, the fourth through to seventh years.' then all the students began moving out back to their dormitories, most of them talking about the duels that had taken place, but some talking about the next weeks contest. The next morning professor Dumbledore called Harry Ron and Hermione into his office during breakfast.

`The reason I called you three up here is two reasons, firstly, Ron,' Ron looked up curiously, `Have you had any dreams on returning to Hogwarts?' the professor asked politely, Ron seemed to be thinking, `No' he replied happily. `Good, good, that's all in order,'

`How?' blurted Ron, gaining a small smile from the headmaster. `Well I went to the Ministry and inspected the brain tanks in the Inquisitory Room, and found out how to stop the dreams from reaching you. I destroyed the brain which happened to infect you.' Ron nodded slowly, `Thanks,' he murmured, `No problem, the second is you, Harry. How are you coping with everything? I've heard you are doing great in your classes and in the extra training you all have been getting?' Harry smiled up at his headmaster, `Yes, sir. I've been doing well in class and am coping well with………with everything,' he ended not really wanting to say his godfather's name. Dumbledore nodded sincerely, `Well I'll let you get back to your classes, and good luck with the dueling contest,' the three then walked out wandering to charms. The days passed quickly, with Snape still confused at Harry's Occlumency skills and the trio's extra training, which was coming on fine.

They all were standing in the great hall once more, but this time the people up the front to the right consisted of Harry, Ron and Hermione. They all had butterflies in their stomachs and Ron looked as if he was about to belch up some slugs. Hermione was muttering spells under her breath and ticking them off on her fingers, but Harry was just standing quite still and relaxed, looking up at the enchanted ceiling. The hall fell silent as Dumbledore stood atop the stadium a twinkling in his eyes.

`Welcome to the first round of the second group, first up we have Lucy Anderson versus Dean Thomas, please make your way onto the stage!' the two contestants walked up to the stage as the headmaster descended. They began to duel and soon Lucy Anderson toppled over the edge leaving a smiling Dean at the top. Next were Terry Boot and Sandy Raven, ending up with Sandy winning. It continued this way for some time until Hermione was called up. Colin was looking extremely nervous and kept dropping his wand as they took their stance and faced one another. Colin was unable to fire his first spell as Hermione blasted him with a stunner sending his flying off the platform and onto a conjured cushion. Draco Malfoy was the next best, having to verse a skinny seventh year who was smaller than him. He sent her flying into the ground off the platform in a manner of minutes. Ron and Ernie Macmillan were up next. Ron managed to send a spurt of water at him causing him to drop his wand in surprise, but when Ron stepped forward to blast him, he slipped on his puddle of water, sending him sliding into Ernie and knocking him off the platform. A few people laughed at Ron's luck, but he laughed the hardest joining Harry and Hermione in the small crowd.

`Next up we have Harry Potter and Cho Chang,' Harry's heart skipped as he stepped up onto the platform, followed by Cho who was smiling strangely. Harry took his stance and faced Cho, his wand ready in front of him. At Dumbledore's signal he sent a stunner at Cho, who blocked it easily. She sent a disarming spell at him.

`Protego!' he shouted scratching the air. He blocked it while sending a jelly-leg jinx at her, just as she sent the body binding spell. The two spells hit, exploding with a puff of violet smoke. Harry dived out of the way as Cho sent a fire ball at him. He shouted a reducto spell at her, catching her unawares and sending her back wards and off the platform. Harry smile triumphantly and jumped back down to the hall floor. Hermione smiled warmly at him while Ron patted him on the back. At the end of the night sixteen people were left over, the other sixteen skulking away in the large audience.

`That was it for the first round; please join us next week for the second round of the first group!' announced professor Rohain, ending the second night of the dueling contest. Harry, Ron and Hermione followed Ginny and Neville back up to the common room after the contest, chatting happily about the night's events when someone called out behind them. They turned around to see Professor Rohain standing uncomfortably next to a wall.

`Harry, could I talk to you please, privately,' he added noticing Harry's friends stepping towards him. Harry nodded at them, giving them permission to keep going Harry followed the professor into his office, shutting the door behind them. He ushered Harry into a seat and seated himself on his desk. `Look, I'm sorry about the other day in class, it's just, haven't seen that symbol for a very, very long time.' Harry nodded silently, wondering what was coming. `But, may I ask you a question?' Harry nodded once more. `How did you get it, I mean, Avlantia's mark?' He gulped at his professor's frightened but stern voice, echoing around the quiet room.

`I-I'm not quite sure. I was asleep, and I dreamt it-somehow,' he noticed professor Rohain's face drain of color and he immediately jumped off his desk and step closer. `This is really important to me. What did she say to you, tell me everything about her that you know?' Harry fidgeted a bit in his hard wooden chair, staring curiously up into his teacher's bright eyes, penetrating into his own. `Why?' he asked softly, never faltering his stare. Professor Rohain sighed and moved back to his desk, he removed his wand from his cloak and pointed it at the door and continued around the room, performing a silencing charm. Then continued his gaze at Harry.

`Will you please tell me what you know of Avlantia and of that burn? I have only seen that mark once, and that was a long, long time ago.' Harry felt that he should tell him, but didn't know why he felt this way. He nodded briefly then explained all that he knew of Avlantia, of her real identity and of his dreams. He told of her friends through Hogwarts and how she murdered her friend's family then vanished. When he finished his tale his professor's face looked grave.

`So, Abagale's back,' he stammered holding his shaking hand to his head, pushing his hair out of his face. `Where are you dear friend?' he seemed to ask himself, not realizing Harry was still there. Harry shuddered, `She's your friend?' he blurted out looking disgustedly up at Tyler Rohain. `No, she is not my friend; she was, but not any more. No, I was wondering where Ashir is, my dear brother.' Harry gaped at the man in front of him, putting two and two together.

`Your him, you're Tyson, his best friend!' he spluttered staring open mouthed at his teachers nodding head. `Yes, I am him, I have not gone by that name for almost thirty years,' Harry shook his head disbelievingly. `You can't be him, Professor Dumbledore said that you went to Hogwarts when he was a Charms professor, but that was like fifty years ago and you don't look fifty?' a small smile crept upon Tyler's lips, `Yes, very observant of you. You see, we were quite close, Ashir and I and I was the only one to know, apart from their family, that Ashir was an elf.' Harry gasped but continued listening, `One day we were wandering along the top of a cliff above a large river and Ashir slipped he fell into the water and almost drowned, I jumped in and saved him. And it is a custom in elf families if someone saves one of their own they present them with a gift and mine was to stay and protect Ashir forever, since elves are immortal.' Harry nodded thoughtfully, taking everything in. `But you must not tell anyone about who I really am, or anything what I have told you, as if Abagale knows I am here, she will come. You better get along to bed, as it quite late.' Harry nodded and left thanking him and making his way back to Gryffindor common room, his new information running through his mind.

Firenze's words also played through his thoughts, who was Avlantia coming for, and why did Tyson McCloud all of a sudden turn up after that many years? Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice a white mist floating across the floor at his feet, lurking up the corridor. He also didn't notice a body lying flat across the floor near a statue, their face blank. Or he didn't spot the bodies closed eyes flicker open, their pupils missing, their eyes plain white and staring, a wicked smile spreading across their lips.

12. In the Darkness, It Finds You

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

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Chapter Twelve- In the Darkness, it Finds You

Sun seeped in through the open hangings around Harry's head. His naturally unruly hair even messier having slept upon it all night. The sunlight drifted across his closed eyes, he clenched them tighter when the light touched them. Today was a Saturday and the first Hogsmeade weekend of the first term. All the sixth year Gryffindor boys still slept in their four poster beds, their hangings pulled around them in hope of blocking out unwanted sounds or wandering beams of light. But in Harry's case, they were not enough. He groaned as he opened his eyes, squinting at the sudden blear of light. He clasped his glasses and placed them upon his face, ruffling his hair at the back, forgetting that was his father's trait. The common room was silent as he returned from the bathroom, the fire's flames now mere glowing embers. He dragged himself over to the long table before the window, lying on top of it gazing out upon the grounds. He spotted Hagrid and Fang outside the small cabin on the sloping lawns, and a few students sitting by the lake, chatting happily. He was so absorbed in the beauty of the grounds he didn't here muffled footsteps behind him and a few fits of giggles. He closed his eyes, letting the sunbeams bounce across his face, making his hair light and shiny.

But he did feel the icy cold sheets of water being poured upon his bare back. He yelped and jumped up in fright, forgetting he was lying on a four foot high table. He tumbled to the ground, the freezing water escaping past his boxers. He climbed up and stared into the exceptionally red faces of the two girls in front him. Hermione and Ginny stood before him, the red head holding an empty glass jug in her hands, her eyes cast down upon Harry's half naked form. Hermione, however, was trying to hold back fits of laughter, looking at her friends face beside her, who was still staring upon her best friend's naked chest.

`What did you do that for?' Harry shuddered, glaring at the two people before him.

`I-erm-yeah-i-what?' Ginny stuttered finally realizing she was staring at Harry and immediately became the color of her own hair. Harry smirked and asked again, `What-did-you-do-that-for?' she looked at Hermione, confused then looked at Harry again, `Oh my god!' she said laughing again, then nudged Hermione in the ribs and pointed at Harry's head. She too began to laugh hysterically, leaving a dumbfounded Harry speechless.

`What's so funny, what, what's on me?' he said reaching up to his head, wiping his face thoroughly and running his fingers through his hair, finding nothing. They continued to laugh, even as Ron Weasley turned up beside them, groggily yawning and wiping his eyes. He glanced at the two laughing girls then at Harry. He two began to snicker.

`Mate, you should see your hair,' said Ron, between laughs. Harry bolted up the stairs and looked into the mirror, Ron was right. His usually abnormal hair was twice the size as usual. It stood out of his head, intertwined within each strand making it look extremely tangled and knotty. He sighed and began to try and tame it with his brush and causing it to fizz out a bit more, he splashed some water on it from the jug on the window ledge, and then brushed it. He wandered down the stairs a few moments later, his hair at least a bit more decent. His friends were sitting in armchairs by the fire, he slumped down on the floor, lying on his stomach, propping his hands up to rest under his chin. Hermione giggled as she caught Ginny staring at Harry's bare back, causing her to return red.

`I think you should have changed, Harry, or at least put a shirt on, as you're making Ginny uncomfortable,' Hermione smirked as Ginny yelped and became crimson. Harry murmured something, not really paying attention, but he caught a few words of it and felt his cheeks burn. The many shops in the small town of Hogsmeade were over ridden with students from Hogwarts, many talking happily, purchasing an assortment of goods. A group of four people were wandering down the streets, comprised of two red heads, a brown haired girl and black messy haired somebody by the name of Harry Potter. They were on their way up to the top of a hill, where perched an old house, named the Shrieking Shack. Harry's stomach was beginning to feel fluttered, as he neared the falling down shack, his hands began to shake. They stopped atop the hill, facing the boarded windows and bolted door. Memories flooded Harry's mind of his third year, chasing the large wolf-like dog that was Sirius, thinking he was going to eat his best friend, to find out he was actually innocent and searching for the real culprit. There was an awkward silence amongst the group, but Ginny, not knowing what was happening was about to speak, but Ron nudged her and pointed to Harry. Hermione moved forwards and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't turn around, just continued staring mindlessly at the old house. It was Harry's idea to come up here, he wanted to remember. He didn't want to forget.

The floor boards creaked and the many layers of dust stirred as the group made their way into the shack. Harry in the lead, stepping upon the stairs and making his way up to the second floor. He groaned as he spotted footstep marks in the dust, barely noticeable, and a large mark dragging into another room. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. In side was the same as three years ago. An old broken bed stood to the side with a collapsed chair next to it. He slid his fingers along the wooden bed head and sat upon the creaking mattress, dust rising around him. Voices filled his head of that night, many years ago, how he accused Sirius, his godfather of selling out his parents.

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`Ron-are you ok?'

`Where's the dog?'

`Not a dog,' Ron moaned. His teeth were gritted with pain.

`Harry, it's a trap-`

`What-`

`He's the dog………he's an Animagus………'

Ron was staring over Harry's shoulder. Harry wheeled around. With a snap, the man in the shadows closed the door behind them.

A mass of filthy, matted hair hung to his elbows. If eyes hadn't been shining out of the deep, dark sockets, he might have been a corpse. The waxy skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face, it looked like a skull. His yellow teeth were bared in a grin. It was Sirius Black.

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`Harry?' Hermione said from in front of him, ending his memories. He swiped at his eyes and looked at the ground. It felt like it had happened yesterday, he could remember the way Sirius had looked when he first seen him with his own eyes. How he had felt when he realized he could stay with him now. Then how much anger boiled inside him when Wormtail had escaped. The trip back to Hogwarts was not a joyous affair, as Harry kept up his sullen mood the whole day. He kept witnessing that day over and over again in his head, and kept hearing the voices.

`Well………your parents appointed me your guardian,' said Sirius stiffly. `I anything happened to them……'

`I'll understand, of course, if you want to stay with your aunt and uncle,' said Sirius. `But………well………think about it. Once my name's cleared……….if you wanted a………a different home………'

`Of course, I thought you wouldn't want to,' said Sirius quickly. `I understand. I just thought I'd-`

`You want to?' he said. `You mean it?'

Ron interrupted Harry's memories this time, telling him the carriage had stopped at school. The rest of the afternoon was spent out in the grounds for Harry, under the same tree that his father, Sirius and Lupin had sat under when they were at school. He was staring out into the lake, his mind wandering onto Sirius once more. “I thought I had gotten over his death?' he thought angrily, letting go of the snitch in his hands and snatching it back again. He sat there until the sun was setting in the sky, throwing an eerie red haze over the water and a cold chill to spread over Harry's body. Somebody sat in the tree above him, a wicked smile spread across their lips, their eyes blank and staring.

`He's all alone, he is. But we aren't alone, are we, no, no we're not. But what should we do with him, as he is all alone, with him self and nobody else.' Spoke the figure, shrouded by the shadows cast by the branches of the tree, their face unrecognizable. Harry heard nothing, as they spoke in barely a whisper. He was too busy with his thoughts on Sirius and Voldemort to care for what was around him. His friends were in the castle, worrying about him out their alone. The figure in the tree climbed down a few more feet, no even two meters away from him, still with that frightening grin. `Not yet, not yet, she says, not yet. But soon,' murmured the shadowy person softly, clawing out with their hand towards the top of Harry's head.

Later on, when the moon shone bright from over head, Harry sat with Hermione and Ron in the Gryffindor common room around the fire.

`What did Professor Rohain want with you, last night Harry?' Hermione asked, breaking the silence. Harry shrugged.

`He just wanted to apologize for the other day in DADA when he seen my burn,' he said remembering the promise he made to Tyson. `And, what did he say?' she asked again, `he just said it has been a long time since he's seen that mark, but he didn't tell me how he knew what it was, that's all,' he muttered, clearly not wanting to talk at the moment. She didn't speak again.

At breakfast next morning almost everyone was there. Harry was gazing around the hall, feeling a bit better after yesterday, but not having slept much the night before. His eyes fell on the Ravenclaw table. He scanned it a few times then realized that Cho Chang wasn't there. Her friends were, the one who ratted them out the year before, Marietta, was sitting by herself, looking around for a sign of her friend. Harry shrugged and went back to his food. He had no idea what they were going to do today, perhaps visit Hagrid. And that was what they did. They were walking back up the grounds at around three that afternoon when Harry noticed something that made his heart stop. Floating upon the waters of the lake, bobbing up and down softly, was the giant squid. Its tentacles floated by its side, unmoving, lifeless. Also many merpeople were lying on the grass surrounding the water, gasping and shuddering. Hermione gasped as many small, horned water demons climbed out of the rippling water, squeaking sickly.

`Ron, go and fetch Professor Dumbledore, anybody you see, quick!' Harry managed to say as the red head pelted away up the grounds and disappeared into the great castle doors. `Hermione, get Hagrid, NOW!' Hermione nodded quickly and ran back towards the cabin from whence they came. Harry ran down to the waters edge, gasping at the many lifeless bodies of the water life, floating gently or washed up on the shore. He stared at the once clear water, now a sickly yellowy green. Bubbles frothed at the edges, the grass lay dead and brown where its waves had washed atop them. There were footsteps behind his as Hermione appeared with Hagrid by her side. His once lively face now pale beneath his black tangles. He collapsed at the waters edge, whimpering softly.

`Hagrid, what do we do?' Harry asked pleadingly horrified at the sight before him. The half giant shook his head sadly, `I don't know, I jus` don't know!' he said gruffly. Suddenly Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Rohain arrived behind them. They heard Professor McGonagall's small shriek and Professor Rohain's, `Oh my,' but the headmaster, strode forward, staring at the many struggling water creatures. He turned briskly towards them.

`Minerva, Professor Rohain, Hermione, create a large hole, with a considerable width near Hagrid's cabin. Fill it with water from your wands. Go now,' they turned and ran to the half giants home, `Harry, Ron, Hagrid, please take as many live creatures as you can to that hole. Please, go quickly!' they nodded and set to work. Harry began levitating many Grindylows off the brown grass and out of the yellow water, and back across the grounds. He spotted Hermione and the two teachers standing over a large pond, filled with water which was cascading from their wands. He lowered the small horned creatures into the cool water, where they squeaked softly and sank into the depths. He then ran back to the lake and continued levitating the sick creatures back and forth into the clean pond water. After all the creatures had been moved, many remained behind, lying on the shores or floating in the water. Dead. The headmaster looked gravely over the once beautiful, clear water of the lake. His eyes held no twinkle, no sign of joy. They were cold, lifeless. Dead. The others were at the newly made pond, caring for the creatures that survived. Professor Snape had gotten a sample of the lake water and returned to his potions lab to analyze it, he was yet to return.

The giant squid had now sunk to the lakes bottom, no longer able to bask in the sunlight during a hot day. Harry's heart was pou8nding roughly in his rib cage. His skin was cold and his breath was hoarse. And the same word flashed across his mind. “Why?” they now stood before the pond filled with sick or dying water creatures. Many merpeople had not survived the day as hadn't the Grindylows. Other creatures like fish and other smaller squids and octopi had not lived, as none of their kind dwelled in the small pond. Hagrid was in the water, spooning some unknown liquid into the mouth of a merchild, while Professor McGonagall was treating an assortment of water demons, like the Grindylows and small scaly, cat-like creatures that were making sounds cross between a cat's meow and a bird's chirp. The chief merman was sitting hunched against the side of the pond his face in his hands and his green hair billowing over his shoulders. Harry stared sadly at the small amount of creatures that had survived and that they too, looked extremely ill.

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`My fellow students, today, is a day that will haunt us for a very long time. A great tragedy had fallen upon us, as our Great Lake was poisoned,' spoke Professor Dumbledore that night at dinner. Many students began talking worriedly but the headmaster continued. `Many of the water creatures did not survive today, and if it wasn't for the quick actions of a few of our students, that number would have been much greater. The culprit has yet to be found, as the poison that was used, has not been identified. Over the next few weeks the grounds will be off limits, as the remaining creatures need rest and quiet. Also we will need to drain the lake and search for any sign of who might have done this. Please enjoy your meal tonight and try not to think about the horrendous even that has bestowed upon our lives. Thank you.' With that the old man took his seat and placed his head in his hands. Hagrid, Professor's McGonagall, Snape, Rohain and Grubbly-Plank were not present at the staff table as they were down in the grounds caring for the survivors.

Harry didn't feel like eating that night, neither, it seemed, did Hermione or Ron. Ron stared down at his food with a blank face, no emotion present. Hermione was sitting hunched staring across the hall. Harry sat staring up at the ceiling, searching for something, anything that might have the answers. He found the brightest star in the sky, the Dog Star. Sirius. Who would want to poison the lake and kill so many innocent creatures? He thought miserably that the only person who would do something like this would be Voldemort. Voldemort and his followers.

The mood the next day was one of an uncomfortable nature. Nobody spoke much as nobody knew who had poisoned the lake, and everybody accused somebody else. No news had come from the potion that had been used, and no clues had been found. The ministry was arriving that day to drain the poisoned water from the lake and remove any corpses before refilling it. Harry sat, staring numbly out of a window on the third floor. He had History of Magic and Professor Binns was droning on once more. He was watching the ministry officials down at the lake side, swishing their wands in the air and draining the water away. Harry could make out the tips of a large cliff when he felt a prod in his ribs. He looked blankly over at Hermione who was glaring at him and pointing to the front of the room, where professor Binns was explaining something about Grindelward and how Dumbledore defeated him. Harry sighed and drew his attention back on his class.

At the end of the day the entire lake was drained leaving a great, gaping chasm where the once full lake had been. Many bodies of dead sea creatures lay on the bottom of the sandy ground, including the one of the giant squid. Harry could see all this from the owlery window where he was viewing down upon the grounds. He could make out the stony village of the merpeople, and the wall where Ron and Hermione had been tied up two years ago. He could see many shriveled up plants of the seaweed and gaping caves in the sides of large cliffs. He stayed there for a while, only going down for dinner when he smelt the food reaching his nostrils. After dinner, Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to head to the library to finish their essays for Charms, since they needed to use the books in there anyway. It was going on nine o'clock when they began packing up, scooping their finished essays into their bags and returning their books. The trip up to the common room was one of a prickling silence. No one had anything to say or didn't want to when anybody could be listening. They reached the portrait hole and entered, finding only a few people left after the long day. Neville was one of the one's left. He was sitting by the fire staring into the dancing flames. He looked up when they entered.

`Professor Dumbledore wanted to see you three as soon as you returned up here. He said to meet him in his office and the password is Sugar Quill.'

`Thanks, Neville.' said Harry, dumping his things upstairs with Ron then heading back down, meeting up with Hermione and returning back through the portrait. They soon were sitting inside the headmaster's office. The headmaster himself was sitting behind his desk, scribbling on a piece of parchment. He stuffed it into a book sitting upon his desk then faced them.

`We have found out what poison was used to contaminate the lake,' they nodded in response, `It goes by the name of Phoenix Blood, as tat is what it is. The blood of a phoenix before it burns can be used as a dreadful poison, but its tears are the opposite, they heal what was been hurt. All we need to do is collect a few of Fawkes's tears, which I have already done, and drip them into the sick creature's mouths. It will take about a week or two for them to become completely well again, and no doubt the culprit will be found before then.' Dumbledore's eyes twinkled briefly, before he sighed.

`But, sir, how would the person have gotten hold of such a potion, because aren't they highly rare. It's not just phoenix blood, there is also a special kind of acid found in dragon's stomachs and the hairs of a full grown Wellart!' groaned Hermione clearly confused. `Yes, I'm afraid we do not know the answer to that question, Ms. Granger. The ingredients are ones of an unusual type, and the potion is quite hard to make. But you three must get some sleep, as you have classes tomorrow!' they nodded and climbed back down the revolving staircase and along the darkened halls.

`I wonder who it is?' whispered Hermione from Harry's left, `I don't know,' answered Ron from Harry's other side. Harry stayed silent. He was going to try and find out who was doing this, before they stroke again. His two friends were whispering something about Draco Malfoy when Harry stopped suddenly. He had seen something, or someone ahead of them, dressed in white. Ron stopped a few feet away from him a look of curiosity on his face. Hermione was looking in the same spot as Harry, trying to see what made him stop. Then the figure appeared again. Floating across the darkened hall to the other side, then vanishing into the shadows. Hermione gasped, causing Ron to turn around in bewilderment. The figure appeared again, coming closer, a strange smile of victory upon her lips. Harry gasped as he caught a sight of her face as she passed the window, the moonlight beaming on her face. Her eyes were white and blank, pupil-less and milky. But that wasn't the reason behind his terror. It was Cho Chang.

She was dressed in a long white dress, it seemed familiar to Harry somehow, even though he couldn't remember seeing it anywhere before. She walked straight at them now, almost floating along the ground, barely touching the bare stone beneath her shoeless feet. The same smile was playing on her lips as she stopped about a meter away from them. They stepped back, not knowing what to do. Harry had his wand out, pointing it straight at his ex-crush. She laughed shrilly, causing Ron to gulp from beside Harry, his face pale in the moonlight.

`Ch-Cho?' stammered Harry. `Yes, he is not alone any more. No he isn't. He is with the mudblood and the muggle lover. But no matter. Yes, that was the name of the girl, the name of us. The girl.' She said silkily, remaining with that frightening grin. Hermione began to shiver beside him, her own wand out. Ron was speechless and staring, reaching for his own wand now. Harry glared at her, his eyes scanning for a reason not to hex her. Suddenly there was a swish as Cho was standing nose to nose with Harry; her breath was hot and putrid. He went to step back but realized he couldn't. He was stuck. Ron reached out to pull her away, but she flicked her wrist and he was flown into the wall beside them, cracking his head against the stone. Harry tried to move, but he couldn't, he couldn't speak.

`Expelliarmus!' yelled Hermione from Harry's left, but her spell just rebounded off Cho's shoulder, hitting her, causing her wand to fly off into the darkness. She let out a little squeak of terror then launched herself at Cho, pushing her away from Harry. He watched in terror as Cho's grin vanished. `Foolish mudblood, do not touch us. No. No touching.' She raised her hand as Hermione was raised off of the ground and flown backwards into the corridor. Harry tried his hardest to move, but he was frozen. Sweat beaded on his head and tickled his eyes. He grinded his teeth, trying to yell for help. Cho came again, now closer then before, her nose brushing against Harry's cheek. He gulped as she lent in to whisper in his ear.

`You know,' was all she whispered before she was blasted off away from Harry and smashed into the wall opposite Ron. She didn't get up; instead a white mist flew from her form and drifted down into the darkness. Harry could finally move. He stared at the figure before him, expecting it to be Hermione or Ron. But it wasn't. It was Dobby. The elf was standing in front of Harry on the floor, his eyes wide and glaring. They were set in an angry stare.

`Mr. Harry Potter, Dobby has come, sir. Sorry I was late, but Winky has gotten to the Butterbeer again.' Harry stood speechless. `How?' was all he muttered, `Dobby always knows, now, Mr. Harry Potter, sir. He does. But you is best to get your girly and Wheezy, sir. I will get Professor Dumbledore.' Harry nodded weakly and went and found Ron slumped up against the wall, groaning. Hermione was further away, lying on her stomach, her wand a few meters away. Blood trickled from a cut on her head, and she wasn't moving. Harry knelt down to her and turned her over. He gasped and fell backwards. Her eyes were open and staring, they were blank, white, pupil-less. A smile was on her lips. Harry was breathing heavily as he stood up and faced her; she was standing now, facing him.

`Where was we, oh, yes. You know where he is, you know. And soon, so will i!' a white mist flowed from Hermione as she collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

13. Hidden

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will; that honour belongs to JK Rowling.

Angelbud2233-kool, I didn't know i could be freaky! And that thing with Dobby, just call it elf sense! Thanks

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Chapter Thirteen- Hidden

The hand on his watch pointed to the same as it did before. Between `close' and `lost'. He sighed and pulled his sleeve down, covering his birthday present. They were in the hospital wing; Hermione lay before him on a white bed, her eyes closed. Madam Pomfrey had ordered him to go, she threatened to get the headmaster, but he didn't care. His two friends were in here, in the infirmary. Ron was sitting in the corner, upon his own bed. His eyes were also closed, but in thought. They had been in here for almost a day. Not leaving for classes, or food. Hermione hadn't awoken from her experience, neither had Cho. She was lying behind a closed curtain on the opposite side of the hospital wing, forbidden to all.

Dobby had told Professor Dumbledore of that night, of what he had seen, of what he had done. The headmaster had yet to call upon Harry, knowing he wouldn't talk while his two friends were injured and he wasn't. The white mist had not been seen again, and no students from the school were missing. It seemed to have vanished, or was hidden inside the castle, awaiting another body to possess. This frightened Harry. Knowing something was out there, lurking in a secret passageway or in a suit of armour, or already inside its next victim. He was unable to do something, he was useless. He felt as though, now, he knew who the culprit was who poisoned the lake. But actually who it was, was the mystery. No one had any clues. Not yet, anyway, as Hermione hadn't had her say yet.

Finally on the third day, when Harry was resting his head upon his arms along the edge of Hermione's bed, her eyes fluttered open. She stared thoughtfully around, noticing the head of her best friend resting next to her own, just off the pillow. She smiled and began running her fingers through his hair. His head flew up, startling her. An extremely happy smile lit up his face when their eyes locked.

`Finally, your awake, Mione,' he said, `how are you feeling?' Harry's words startled Ron who had been reading a Chudley Cannons Magazine. He grinned broadly and scrambled over to his friends.

`Hey, Hermione, how are you?' he asked softly. The brown haired girl smiled joyfully. `Much better now that I'm awake and seeing you both again!' they all laughed, catching the attention of Madam Pomfrey who bustled in from her office. She smiled softly, `How are you feeling, dear?' she asked striding over and feeling Hermione's forehead. `Much better, thank you.'

`Your temperature has dropped back to a normal heat, and you don't look as pale, but I can't say that for Ms. Chang.' She cast her eyes over to the closed hangings, sympathy plastered on her face. `When will she be able to leave?' Harry asked hopefully, looking up at the healer, eyes pleading. She looked into his face, `she should be able to leave as soon as she takes a few of these potions,' she signaled to a tray full of different colored liquids. `Then if she feels up to it, she may leave. But only after she has some left, you two also look like you need some rest, especially you, Mr. Potter.' Harry smiled gratefully.

Later that night the Gryffindor trio sat in armchairs about the fire. Hermione was wrapped in a doona, with Harry's arm wrapped around her. Ron looked on humorously from across from them, smirking at them when Hermione wasn't looking. Harry brushed it off, but felt his cheeks burn none the less. He knew they were just friends, didn't he? She shifted comfortably onto his lap, gaining a suppressed snicker from their red head friend. He just shrugged and began playing with a strand of her brown hair, running it through his fingers and wrapping it around his thumb. They all couldn't be bothered doing their homework, even though Hermione had protested when Harry and Ron made her rest on the lounge, but she had gotten over it.

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There was no word from Dumbledore over the next few weeks, or from the unknown menace running freely through the castle. Their extra training was coming to a close, all having mastered occlumency and legiliumcy, though Ron barely past that course. They had passed the wandless magic training, Harry having mastered all spells with Ron and Hermione trailing behind, closely. Armarnd came occasionally, to check on how they were going with their second forms, or came to speak with the headmaster about some unknown thing. There was no word from Remus Lupin on how his assignment was going; they knew nothing, whether he was living, lost or killed on his journey. Harry sometimes spoke with Snape, at the end of potions class; but all he got was a death glare and was told not to meddle with things that didn't concern him.

Hermione was better, as was Cho. She had left the hospital wing almost a week after Hermione, having no recollection of what had occurred. Ron was holding on the theory that she was still possessed and trying to do Harry in, he never gave up his suspicions too quickly. Hermione was dragging them to the library every afternoon, looking up ghostly menaces and body possessing spirits. But Harry, somehow, knew who was behind it. Avlantia. He voiced his thoughts to his friends, but they, or rather Ron, said it was ridiculous and that no person could possess another being while still alive. Hermione, however, thought it possible and began looking up anything on Avlantia, or Abagale Priest, wanting to know anything and everything she could.

It was well into their third week and a quidditch game later when anything came up on the accused. They were rummaging through files of old newspapers and clippings when Hermione stated, “Ah Ha!”

Harry looked up from his century old clipping, and stared at the front page of a musty looking newspaper. “Listen to this!”

*There have been three tragic deaths late last night. Saydi Dire was found dead in her London home early this morning, also found was her two children, Elindor and Wade. Her beloved husband, Ashir Dire, was missing, no clues have been found of his where-abouts. The culprit is yet to be found who bestowed upon there disastrous events. The family's dear friend, Tyson McCloud, is distraught; he has lost the only family he has known.

`I just can't understand who would do such a thing to such lovely people, and why?' said Tyson, covering his face with his hands and mourned. There will be a memorial service next Tuesday for the Dire family*

There was a black and white picture to the side, of a young man covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking silently. A caption at the bottom stated, `Tyson McCloud, mourning the loss of his lifetime friend'. Hermione began to squint at the man who now was looking up at them, his face shining with ink tears. “He kinda looks familiar, but I haven't seen him before, it's weird.” Harry nodded uncomfortably, “Yeah, weird.” He hadn't told his friends of Professor Rohain's true identity, and he wasn't planning to. It wasn't his secret to tell.

That night Harry laying his bed, listening to the unsteady breathing of Neville and the loud snores of Ron. He was thinking about the day's findings, about Tyson and Ashir, wherever he was and if Avlantia aka Abagale Priest was plotting against them this very second. Sleep came in waves upon his troubled mind, washing away his thoughts and leaving behind nightmares.

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Wing once more whipped by his sides, whisking through his hair and stinging his legs. He looked around and sighed. He was on the darkened tower again, shadows lurking from the bottomless sides. His eyes set in a particular space in the night, but nothing came, no white woman, no scream. The prodding began from behind him, on his shoulder, where once it pierced. This time before the final poke could take place; Harry spun around and met the grinning face of a dark-haired teenager. He was around his own age, his hair not as messy, but you couldn't call it neat either. His eyes were deep brown and deadly, holding a hidden evil. In his hand was the Spear of Shadows, the runes glowing silver in the darkened air. The boy smiled, showing perfect white teeth, he held a certain proverbial look about him, but he couldn't quite grasp his name and where he'd seen him before.

The dark haired boy spoke, chilling Harry to the bone. “Hey Harry, fancy meeting you here.” Harry stepped back, his foot slipping over the edge of the tower. He steadied himself before tumbling into nothingness. He looked with hatred at the seventeen year old Tom Riddle, his evil smile still present on the recognizable face. “Tom!” he spat, gaining a glare from the young version of Voldemort. “Now, now, that's no way to speak to your brother.”

“I'm not your brother you insufferable git!” he yelled, staring down hopefully into the darkness.

“I was being rhetorical, Harry, I meant no offence, although, that should be what I felt, but anyways, I think you've met Abagale?”

Harry jumped out of his skin as a tender hand was placed on his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. Avlantia glided forward and stood beside tom riddle and opened her mouth. “Young Harry, why do you shiver, it is a lovely evening,” she said gently, smiling silkily, Harry gulped and moved back to the edge. “You are not, afraid, are you, Harry, as there is nothing to be afraid about, and this is but a dream.”

“I know what dreams involve with you, monsters, in them, I'd rather jump from here than listen to you again.” they both laughed, Abagale with a soft laugh, while Tom Riddle with loud, boisterous booming laughs. “My, my, Tom, you never told me that young Harry had such a temper, and a savage one at that.” Riddle grinned, “Why, that's one of the things I love about him.” Harry shivered once more, his back felt as if a thousand spiders scuttling across it. He gulped and took a large breath as he stepped off the tower platform and the two figures had startled looks on their faces as he was dropping tom said, “See ya soon, Harry!”

He was falling, falling through time itself, the darkness swirled around him, blinding his eyes and seeping into his throat. Singing soon filled the endless silence, ringing in Harry's ears as he dropped. He caught a few of the dull words, as they slowly got louder. Soon he was hearing a whole song, or poem, with a woman's voice singing it.

He who wields the light in the dark

Will try and find that lonely spark

But day always has a night

As dark has a light

And the one that tries to survive

Will no sooner be alive

And when the prophecy is beheld

Say goodbye to your precious world

And as I find my long lost love

There will be no white dove

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The darkness consumed him as sweat poured from his soaked hair. He panted for air in the world that was once his; he tried to waken from that dreadful dream, those monsters. But the darkness was thick and clingy; it entered his throat, his lungs; the ever lasting hate.

14. As Darkness Looms

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will! Hope you all like it!

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Chapter Fourteen- As Darkness Looms

He who wields the light in the dark

Will try and find that lonely spark

But day always has a night

As dark has a light

And the one that tries to survive

Will no sooner be alive

And when the prophecy is beheld

Say goodbye to your precious world

And as I find my long lost love

There will be no white dove

The darkness was intoxicating. It was everywhere. No light shone from before him, from behind or beside him. It was thick, so thick it was hard to breathe. Time was not an option in this desolate place, as there was no day, just an endless, starless night. He was alone, alone, completely alone for the first time in his life. Sure, he was alone before he knew about the whole being a wizard thing, but he still had his relatives. But this, this was scary. Facing Voldemort was easy compared to this. There was dead silence, even his breath was silent, and his voice when spoken made no sound. He knew he was there, he could feel himself standing on solid ground, but the ground, he could not see. His body was invisible in this darkened nightmare.

The last thing he could recall was hearing that song play around in the darkness as he plummeted down from the windy tower and the shocked expressions on his enemies' faces. Was this some sort of plan, plotted against him by Voldemort? He thought within his head, at least I can hear my own thoughts, he said in his mind.

But so far, there had been nothing but the dark to keep him company. He had tried to walk, to find a way out of this night time landscape, but it was difficult. Not knowing where he was going, not seeing his own feet step and not hearing their footfalls was frightening. He was blind, deaf and lost. After a while he sat himself down, feeling the ground underneath him was reassuring, especially after not being able to see it. He ran his fingers over the cold surface, finding no cracks, no marks, just smoothness. It was perfect. The lack of color, noise and practically everything, made this shadowed world, almost `comforting'.

There was nothing to worry him in here, except for his lack of senses. There was no one to harm in here, no one to lead into danger, no one to kill. It made him feel safe, knowing that everyone was living out there somewhere in peace.

The darkness soon grew on him, making him feel extremely tired. He yawned silently and unseen, and lay down upon the cold, smooth surface. He stared ahead of him, not knowing his eyes were closed and he was already asleep. His dreams were dark and blank as well, not letting him see any color. After awaking unknowingly, he began walking again through the dark, slowly at first but getting faster. Soon he was running, running from some unknown assailant hidden in the shadows. Colors began shooting up in front of his eyes, mere hallucinations from the endless black. They were confusing, popping up here and there, startling him.

He never got tired from his running; even after thinking he had run for about three hours, his breath was still calm, his legs were normal, his joints were creakless. He slowed to a walk, getting bored by now. He slept again, not making much difference to the darkened wake, to his dreamless sleep. When he woke, he ran again, faster, and faster, feeling his hair whip back onto his head, but hearing no wind I his ears.

As soon as it happened he jumped back up, startled and with a headache. He had been running for almost all day, none stopping, keeping his calm breath, when he ran into something solid, something `wet'. He pulled himself off the cool, invisible ground, and felt in front of him. He felt a cold wall or barrier in the dark. He pressed his ear to it, hearing faint sounds. His ears buzzed at the small noise after so long without it. He felt over the entire surface of the unseen wall, finding no glitch, no crack, no mark once more. Suddenly there was a blinding light, making Harry clench his eyes shut with pain. Even with his eyes shut, he seen the white piercing light, blearing into his mind. He carefully opened his eyes, finding the light still present, but faintly dimmer. Soon he grew accustomed to it and opened his eyes wide.

There was a thin slit of white light shining from under the unseen wall, seeming to be a door. Harry flopped to his stomach and pressed his head to the floor. He peered into the light, trying to find its source. He gasped at the scene on the other side and quickly scrambled to his feet. He frantically scratched at the black wall, trying to find a means of opening it, to reach the other side. Finally, he found a small latch kind of thing at the bottom, he grasped it and pulled. It turned out to be a large zip, and when pulled, the wall slowly unzipped, showing the scene on the opposite side.

Harry was blinded momentarily by the sudden blare of light, but soon recovered. He stepped out from the exact opposite to what he was seeing. The wall slammed shut behind him, with a slight `zipping' noise being heard. Everything here was white and light. There was a soft tune playing somewhere in the distance, unrecognizable and foreign he stepped forward, finally seeing his body for the first time in what seemed like a century. He wore bright white robes, unknown to him, not having seen them before in his life. They were laced in a silver trimming, with a large symbol sewn on the front. Harry gasped at it and tried to pull it off, recognizing the unmistakable sign of Avlantia.

The tune sounded closer, bringing with it a voice and a figure. Harry's heart beat in his throat, threatening to jump out and bolt for its life. The first figure drew closer, singing beautifully, clothed in the same white dress. It was Abagale. Following close by, clothed in black jeans, shirt, jacket and boots, was Tom Riddle. They stopped in front of him, followed by the music. They smiled happily, with the young Voldemort's, sinister and evil.

“Told you we'll be seeing you, Harry!” said Voldemort, grinning widely, his eyes alight with malice. Harry stepped back, not uttering a word. “Where you going, Harry?” came the silky voice of Avlantia, she glided forward.

“What do you want with me!” shouted Harry, hearing his voice for the first time since entering this strange place. “My, my, you have got a nasty temper,” she began. “I can see why Tom likes you so much. So much that he has to kill you, a pity, since you're such a good looker.”

Harry looked around frantically for any signs of an exit or a way to get away from these psycho's. He wanted to wake up, to get away. But, how? He never had the choice before of waking up, it always just happened. So how could he escape, how could he get away?

“Harry, oh, Harry?” he snapped his head up and stared at Abagale. “Thank goodness, I thought we'd lost you for a second. We have come to you today, to talk with you about a particular prophecy; I believe you know which one.” His heart beat in his chest, pounding into his ribs, making his feel extremely sick. “Yes, with the look on your face, we believe you do know what we're talking about. Tom has informed me of last year, when he tried to take his prophecy, but once more, you defied him. And now, he needs to get it back. No matter what. So Harry, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice.”

“I'll never tell you the prophecy, you will have to kill me before I utter one word of it!” he spat, his voice sounding braver than he felt. Tom smiled.

“That can be arranged!” he said happily, stepping forward and linking arms with Abagale. She smiled also, and drew his arm closer. “Yes, that would be the easy way. We kill you, and see what happens, so you can not defy us again, or you can tell us, which would be the hard way, as you would most likely tell us something wrong and you may escape. So I think we should go with the first way, what do you think, Tommy?” Harry almost choked on the pet name given to Voldemort.

They stepped closer, but stopped again, and looked around, for some unknown thing. Then Harry heard it, a soft calling of a name, his name. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. The two enemies of his looked at him, disappointed looks on their faces. “Oh, well, looks like your being woken up. But until next time your eyes close and you stumble into the world of dreams, have fun!” said Avlantia sighing. Voldemort spoke.

“Occlumency will not keep us out, Potter. You can't always stay awake.” He was falling, falling through the darkness once more. This time specs of white were falling with him. Suddenly he splashed into freezing cold water; it engulfed him, chilling him to the bone. He was drowning. When all was lost, there was a blinding light as his eyes opened.

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“Harry, Harry,” said a soft voice from above him. A hand was being run through his hair, and one across his cheek. A billowing curtain of brown curls fell about him, as the face of Hermione slowly came into focus, then out. There was hushed voices from somewhere in the room and shuffling footsteps. Glasses were placed on his face, letting the world come into focus.

Hermione was sitting on the bed which he was lying on. Her eyes were red and puffy, with tear streaks running down her cheeks. She smiled happily, and leaned in and hugged him, sniffing. Ron was sitting in a chair on the other side of his bed, his face pale. He grinned thankfully. His eyes held a certain terror and pain. Madam Pomfrey came bustling in, her own face set in a stern expression, holding a tray full of many goblets of potions. She placed her hand on his forehead, and then checked his temperature.

“Mr. Potter, can't you stay a whole year here, without taking a trip to the hospital wing!” Harry smiled slightly, feeling his head throb painfully. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“Don't speak Harry,” Hermione murmured her eyes full of unshed tears. Later on, after taking many potions and having a small meal, Professor Dumbledore came in. Harry tried to sit up, but the headmaster shook his head.

“Try not to move, Harry,” he said, taking Ron's seat. His two best friends were forced out of the infirmary by Madam Pomfrey, saying he needed rest, as did they. He slumped back down in his bed, looking intently at the old man.

He took a deep breath. “You have been asleep for almost a week,” Harry gasped soundlessly. “When you did not awake, Mr. Weasley sent someone to me immediately, and you were taken here. We have attempted many times to awaken you, using potions and spells, but none succeeded. Almost everyone gave up hope of you ever awaking, but Hermione stayed by your side always. She never left for food or classes. She repeatedly said your name and talked to you, wishing for you to wake up, and today you have.” Harry nodded, and then pointed to his mouth. The headmaster's face looked grave; his eyes were sad and held no sign of his trademark twinkle.

“It seems, as you slept, a spell was put on you or you have taken a potion. It has taking your voice, rendering you mute.” He closed his eyes, wishing what he was hearing wasn't true, hoping that he was still dreaming. He reopened his eyes, and pleaded it wasn't true, that he had heard things. But it wasn't.

“I'm truly sorry, Harry. We will try everything we can to help you, to get your voice back. But until then, please try to rest. If you want, you may go to classes and meals, but if not, you're welcome to stay here or somewhere else. When you recover your voice, you may tell us what appeared in your sleep. Did Voldemort appear in your dreams?” Dumbledore asked, and frowned when Harry nodded and mimed, “He wasn't alone.”

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`Why isn't it working?” huffed Harry angrily inside his mind, after the third time at attempting to empty his thoughts into the silver and black pensive before him. The headmaster, professor McGonagall and Professor Snape shook their heads, expressions of helplessness written on their faces. All that showed up in the swirling white mist, was blackness, no matter how long they watched, the white room never played before them.

“It seems that whatever took Harry's voice, has taken the ability for those memories to playback. We will just have to wait and see what unfolds.”

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Harry yelled with all his might at the parchment before him. He had tried to write what had occurred in his head, but every time he tried, something else was written instead. He had begun to write `Voldemort' and the word `Harry' was written, he had attempted to write `Avlantia and `Abagale' but both times, `Hermione' was written instead. The word `prophecy' was written as `story'. He angrily screwed the parchment up and tossed it into the roaring flames of the fire. He also had no ability to perform magic with a wand, not able to speak aloud. So he had to use soul magic, pretending to use his wand.

`This is so frustrating!' he thought miserably, flinging an extra piece of paper into the fire using soul magic. Hermione had gone to bed and Ron was off somewhere with someone. He felt so alone. He hadn't slept since waking up from that week long dream with Voldemort and Avlantia, and he wasn't planning on sleeping any time soon. But Tom Riddle was right, he couldn't stay awake forever.

15. Sleep Deprived and Mute

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will! How do you all like it? Hope its good enough so far. Christmas is coming up for Harry and his friends and for us!!! Hooray, hooray, hooray! I'm getting a Discman, and I can't wait, coz I can listen to music while writing! YAY!

I couldn't be bothered writing personal responses to everyone, so I'll just thank all the people who reviewed now, THANKS! See, that was so much quicker!

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Chapter Fifteen- Sleep Deprived and Mute

“Harry, you have to sleep, look at you!” it had been almost a week since Harry had awoken from his dreadful ordeal, and a week since he'd last slept. Hermione had been pestering him all day, since breakfast when he had almost collapsed after showering. Everyone was worrying about him, not just his friends. He had decided to go to classes. He couldn't stand not doing anything. He could see it in his teacher's eyes, as he sat in a corner scribbling down notes, or staring numbly out of a window.

The fact that he was still mute was floating about his head, when almost all the professors were working on a cure. His mind was also blocked from replaying those moments inside his dream. Dumbledore had suggested that Voldemort had placed a newly found spell on him, causing him to speak none, write none and show none of his experiences. Every night Harry sat by the window, away from the fire and attempted to write something, anything about his nightmare. But every night he failed. Ron was worried about him. He sometimes spoke to him, of how he was, but it never worked. Ron wasn't the only one getting extremely worried as well. Hermione was by far the most miserable after Harry, having come up of nothing in her late afternoons in the library.

He just shrugged and stared at the parchment before him, willing himself to write one word, just one. But he couldn't. He ended up writing his own name when he was attempting to write `Voldemort'. He couldn't mime what happened either. Whenever he thought of opening his mouth to mime what had happened, his mouth would stay clamped shut.

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The castle stood under him, the many windows dark and shadowed. The moon reflected in some, a mere glint at his height. Some nights he would come out here to think and to fly. Quidditch was still an option to feel the wind rustling past as he searched for the golden snitch, but this kind of flying was taken to the next level. He could fly freely above the grounds and castle, seeing all and feeling the wind currents underneath his feathers. He would just glide down over the forest, peering inside, occasionally glimpsing animals that only came out at night. He sometimes saw a unicorn, grazing with its foal, so peacefully.

Tonight was no different. He watched as Hagrid's hut passed by beside him, as he flew up into the night sky. He was shooting straight up, his eyes on one shining star in the sky. Sirius.

He hissed silently and angrily, turning in midair and plummeting back to the grassy slopes. Unknown to him, was that he was being followed. A medium sized brown glossy owl trailed behind him, flapping madly to keep up with Harry's powerful wings. After about five minutes of flying, Harry dived down hear the lake and caught the reflection of something following him. He swooped down to the side of the lake and landed with a plop on the grass, as a messy haired, green eyed boy.

He looked up to where the owl was following and smiled.

“Trust Hermione to keep a watch on me.” He said in his mind. The bird didn't seem to think that Harry knew who she was until he raised his hand and waved happily. She glided down and crashed lightly onto the grass. She transformed and looked embarrassingly up at Harry who was offering his hand to help her up.

“Thanks,” she murmured, brushing down her sweater and jeans. Harry just nodded and smiled slightly, turning and walking back around the lake. Hermione caught up with him and placed her hand in his and leant into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled and squeezed her hand continuing on their walk. They sat under the large Beachwood tree, hand in hand. They were just sitting quietly, thinking about odd things when Hermione startled Harry by leaning in and pressing her lips to his. He savored the moment until they pulled apart. Hermione was tinged a slight pink, and Harry was sure his face was red. She smiled nervously.

“It's getting late, maybe we should go back.” He nodded happily and helped her up, walking back with her up the grounds. Up in the dormitory he fire was a mere glowing ember, setting a slight glow on the armchairs by the fire. Harry kissed Hermione goodnight at the bottom of the girls' staircase, this time it wasn't a small peck, but a long, passionate kiss. When they pulled away, Harry's face was burning, and Hermione's was bright red. She stood back grinning from ear to ear.

“Night, Harry!” she said to him, walking up the stairs.

“Night, Mione.” Harry mumbled softly, forgetting he was mute.

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“Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron!” Harry said in a singsong tone, doing a sort of jig in the bedroom after waking up in the morning and yawning exceedingly loud. His red headed best friend groaned in his sleep.

“Harry, shut up I'm trying to sleep!” he grumbled incoherently, forgetting Harry was supposed to be mute. Harry waited a few seconds, grinning stupidly, before Ron said quite loudly “WHAT?”

He sat bolt upright in his four-poster bed, scrambling around with the hangings. He flopped out onto the floor, staring up into Harry's broad grin.

“Did you just say something?>” he asked nervously and excitedly. Harry began to pretend to be deep in thought before saying.

“Maybe I did.”

“How?” asked Ron getting over his first shocked state. “I dunno, I think I was mute last night or I just didn't think to speak. Then when I woke up I could speak!”

“And that's it? Did you have another dream last night, about, Vol-Voldemort? He whispered frighteningly. Harry shook his head, remembering nothing of his night's dreams.

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“Have you told me everything that they have said to you, Harry?” asked Dumbledore. Harry, Hermione and Ron had rushed to the headmaster's office straight after breakfast, and Harry had just told Dumbledore everything that he could remember.

He nodded. “Yes, sir.” Harry answered. The old man nodded his head, a faint frown on his aged face. He turned and looked at the boy before him. He smiled briefly.

“You may go, Harry. Please enjoy your time today.” The three friends nodded and walked out of the office, talking of many odd things.

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Halloween came and went and Christmas was fast approaching. The next Saturday was a Hogsmeade trip and this was the day Harry was getting Hermione's gift. The streets were frosted with snow. Students bustled up and down the frozen lane, their breaths escaping their mouths in curtains of white. Ron was walking beside him, a layering on two maroon jumpers atop his long-sleeved shirt under his cloak. And atop all these pieces of garments was a very thick traveling cloak, gave to him by Bill the summer that had just passed. Harry was wearing his traveling cloak over his green Weasley jumper and cloak. Hermione, Ginny and Luna had gone off together while Harry and Ron went their own way.

“Its so bloody cold out here!” stammered Ron, huddling into his cloak. “Can't we go in and grab a Butterbeer, please?” he pleaded. Harry nodded in response. They clambered down to the three broomsticks, opening the door and gasping at the many people inside. They could hardly move. Every table was full, with extra people conjuring chairs and placing them on the corners. There were three spare spots at the counter, where Madam Rosetta was serving a couple of frostbitten fourth years.

“What can I get for you young fella's?” asked the plump witch serving them.

“Just two Butterbeers, thanks.” Responded Ron, gazing around as the witch left and grabbed a couple of bottles of Butterbeer. She returned with a smile, talking the money away as they uncapped their bottles.

“This is more like it!” said Ron loudly, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips. Harry had to agree with him. After the freezing cold of the snowy streets, the warm Butterbeer trickling down their throats was heaven. An hour passed while Ron and Harry were still chattering away in the cozy little pub, when Harry coughed suddenly and almost choked. Ron began to laugh but stopped when he spotted the look on his friends face.

“What's wrong mate?” he asked, a slight bit of a laugh still in his voice.

“I've forgot about Hermione's present, we have to go in less than an hour!”

“Then we better go mate!” they reentered the snow filled street, pulling their cloaks to their chests. They had a quarter of an hour left until they had to go back to the carriages and to school. By this time Harry was really panicking now.

“What should I get her?” he said once again. Ron shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno, mate. Just get her a book or something like that, stuff she likes” Harry peered into the window of Flourish and Blotts, searching for something, anything he could get his girlfriend. Just when he had given up, he spotted something glittering in a nearby window. He walked over to it and spotted a diary. It was completely gold, with a heart-shaped symbol on the front, it was pressed in, as if something should have been there but was missing. Next to it, on a blue velvet cushion was a heart shaped pendant attached to a gold chain. A price tag was stuck to a sign next to it reading: Fifteen Galleons; Seven Sickles; Eight Knuts. Ron appeared beside him and gazed at the gold diary.

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“Your bloody mental mate” said Ron as they wandered back up the road to the carriages. “Buying a thing like that for that much, mental, I'm telling you!” Harry had ended up purchasing the gold diary and heart shaped key. He hadn't minded about the cost, as long as it pleased Hermione he didn't care.

“I've told you before, Ron, I don't care how much things are! Money doesn't matter to me.” Ron rolled his eyes as they pulled themselves up into the Thestral drawn carriage. Hermione, Ginny and Luna joined them shortly after.

“Hello Harry, Ronald.” said Luna seating herself next to Ron and pulling out a copy of the Quibbler. Ron said a meek hello. Hermione sat next to Harry, a parcel on her lap. She eyes the small package on his lap with interest and smiled cheekily. Harry smirked and patted it, gaining a pleading look from her.

“Is that my present you've got there, Mr. Potter?” she asked encouragingly, sliding closer.

“It may be, Ms. Granger. But you will have to wait until the morn of Christmas to see its contents.” She moaned and put a frown on her face. It changed into a pleading expression. Her big brown eyes turning into puppy dog eyes, looking at him with deepest want. Harry shook his head, getting her to sigh and shift further away.

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Author's Note- Sorry this chapters a shorty, but my aunt and uncle are coming in a sec and bringing my cousins who I haven't seen in a year and a half and they're TWINS!!! I can't wait, catch ya's later!

16. Time to Shine

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will!

Thanks to all the reviewers!

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Chapter Sixteen- Time to Shine

The final for the Dueling Contest was that night. After Harry hadn't been awake when the final was due, they had postponed it to December Fifteenth, which was a Friday. The last round for the first group had taken place a few weeks ago, with Gregory Taylor winning against Jennifer Olson. Harry was one of the finalists, dueling against Draco Malfoy. Ron had been beaten by Harry and Hermione had lost to Draco. They both were upset but had been happy that Harry had made it to the top, as they knew he'd most likely win.

“Welcome to the final of the Dueling Contest for the Second Group!” announced professor Rohain that night in the hall used for Dueling. Harry's stomach was doing back flips, reaching up to his throat where it felt as if his heart was going to jump out onto the floor. “Tonight we have Harry potter verses Draco Malfoy in one of the most anticipated matches of the contest. In less than fifteen minutes they will be up here firing away at each other, and as soon as one of their feet touches the ground off of the platform, the other player is the winner. All spells, jinxes and hexes are allowed except the use of Unforgivables. When Dumbledore gives the word, I'll ask the two contestants to make their way to the platform!”

He was extremely nervous now. Hermione had her arm linked with his own, and Ron stood to his right, grinning manically.

“I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face when he's picking himself of the ground!” he said excitedly. Harry smiled encouragingly, though his stomach didn't agree with his lips. All too soon for Harry's liking Professor Rohain took to the podium again.

“Now, would Mr. Potter and Malfoy please take their places on the Dueling Platform, as we're about to start. Ron shook Harry's hand, still grinning. Hermione surprised him by leaning up and planting a tender kiss on his lips. “Good luck,” she whispered in his ear. He kissed her cheek and took a deep breath, walking towards the raised platform.

Malfoy was already at the top and in his stance when Harry arrived. He didn't even move his eyes from the ground when Harry walked passed and took his position, Harry thought this was strange. He was expecting a crude comment at least. “Please take your positions and remember the rules. Bow to your partner, that's right, and raise your wands. When my counting hits zero, you may begin. THREE, TWO, ONE, ZERO, GO!” he shouted, watching as Harry and Draco beginning circling the ring, staring at each other. Harry noticed that Draco's usual sleek, shiny blond hair was now oily and spread about his head in a rough manner and his robes hung of him like extra skin. Something was defiantly wrong.

“What's up, Malfoy, you don't look your usual self?” said Harry, still facing the blond boy while circling. The onlookers watched in confusion at seeing no fighting. He didn't answer too quickly, gazing out at the surrounding crowd. Harry watched his gaze. “They can't here us, silencing charm.” Said Harry, wondering why the boy looked so nervous. Draco Malfoy looked into Harry's eyes and stopped circling, so Harry stopped as well.

“She's coming,” he said quietly. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, um, I already know that!” he said, curious as to how Malfoy knew of this. The boy raised an eyebrow.

“And your not afraid, Potter? She's worse than the Dark Lord, she's his lover. With them together not even Dumbledore stands a chance.”

“And how is it you know all this?” Harry asked, keeping his wand out in front of him. Draco laughed.

“My father is a Death eater, if you didn't know, Potter.”

“Nah, I really didn't know that Malfoy!” said Harry sarcastically. “Where are you getting at with this? And why are you telling me, I thought you'd want me dead or something?” he said unbelievingly. The crowd began to get restless wanting to see some first hand fighting. Draco smiled.

“I don't want to turn out like my father, Potter. If that's too hard to believe.” Harry laughed. “Now that's hard to believe!” he answered humorously.

“No it's not Potter, its true. Everybody thinks I want to be a Death Eater and serve the Dark lord and be one of his `loyal servants'. I have no idea why someone would want to do that!”

“But you always say that you hate mudbloods and half-breeds and all that. I thought-I thought you wanted to kill me, and-everyone who you didn't like?” said Harry humorously but seriously. Draco quirked an eyebrow up.

“There's no doubt about that, Potter, but its not like I'd really do it, I mean, that's just plain stupid to do something like that, you almost always get caught!” Harry gazed around at the people who were watching and waiting. “Shall we continue this later?” he said to Draco. “As we are meant to be fighting, even though they already know who's gonna win!”

“Yeah, me!” said Draco firing a stunner at him. Harry blocked it with a shield charm and sent a disarmer at him. It continued like that for almost half an hour. The crowd was going ecstatic, cheering from behind the silencing charm.

“PROTEGO!” Harry shouted, blocking a jelly-leg jinx. “Petrificus Totalis!” he said, but Malfoy rebounded it at him. He only just ducked out of the way before another spell hit his leg. He looked up into Malfoy's smirking face. “Told you, Potter!” he said, pointing his wand at his head, not seeing Harry's wand being pointed strait at his chest.

“REDUCTO!” Harry yelled, sending Draco flying off backwards into the crowd. The spell which had hit his legs was covering them in large, blue warts. They were stinging and pussing. The silencing charm was removed as the full impact of the screaming crowd met his ears. He staggered for a few seconds before Hermione wrapped him in a large hug, he let out a yelp of pain as her arms squeezed on his pussing sores. She gasped and tutted, staring at the blue warts with disgust.

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“Mr. Potter, you're hear again, I see. What is it this time?” said Madam Pomfrey the school nurse. She gazed at the blue pussing sores and tutted in exact replica of Hermione's. “That's a nasty dose of the Wartiocia Charm! It will take a few minutes to heal if you would like to sit up here for me?” she said pointing to the white sheeted hospital bed. Ten minutes later they were walking back up the corridors, the moon shining through the windows cast a spooky light over the stone walls. Every so often they would pass somebody, hearing, “Congratulations, Harry!” or, “Nice one, Potter.”

“Still famous,” said Ron, not knowing he was quoting what he had said in their first year when they were departing at the train station. Harry smiled, leaning onto Hermione's side, yawning. As soon as they entered the common room, there was an uproar of screams. It seemed that the whole of Gryffindor House was squeezed into the room, all cheering and brandishing bottles of Butterbeer. Harry grinned after trying not to for so long.

“You should have seen the look on Malfoy's face!” someone shouted in the midst of the crowd, answered by other cheers. He was pushed onto a table, where he stood up and looked over at the sea of black robed people cheering his name and whistling. A Butterbeer was passed to him as well as about five handfuls of sweets. Someone enchanted a normal muggle radio, which wouldn't work due to the large amounts of magical energy in the grounds, to play. The party continued all night, only ending when an angry professor Snape was found hexing the portrait of the fat lady to get inside and shut everyone up. Harry slumped into his four-poster bed, hearing Ron humming the theme song to the Chudley Cannons sleepily.

His eyes shut heavily, and he smiled. For the first time in ages, as soon as his eyes shut sleep overcame him, bringing things that would rather be forgotten.

He who wields the light in the dark

Will try and find that lonely spark

But day always has a night

As dark has a light

And the one that tries to survive

Will no sooner be alive

And when the prophecy is beheld

Say goodbye to your precious world

And as I find my long lost love

There will be no white dove

“Time to shine, Harry.”

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That simple sentence had been haunting him all through the Christmas holidays, and even on Christmas Day. The look on Hermione's face when she ripped open her present from him wasn't even enough to lighten his spirits. The holidays passed, with Harry's mind on that one thing: Avlantia.

“She's coming for him, when five moons pass.” Was what the stargazer, Firenze had told him in his first week back. If what he said was true than the `she' was Avlantia and the five moons which were meant to pass were coming to a close, as it was now the beginning of January.

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“What do you mean, he's not here!” Harry practically yelled. Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

“Exactly what I said, Mr. Potter. The headmaster has been called away on urgent business with the order!” she hissed her voice barley a whisper. Harry's heart was beating frantically in his chest and his palms had gone cold and sweaty. “But-but………when will he be back?” he asked, his voice full of worry and nervousness. She looked at him again, this time with curiousness.

“What's the matter, Potter?” she asked, dropping her voice a little, and adding a bit of sympathy. Harry glanced around nervously, not knowing if he should say something. “Nothing, but will you please tell me when he gets back, I need to talk to him as soon as possible. Thanks,” he then walked away from her office, his skin cold, and his heart a lot lower than it had been before. It was one day until the start of February, and one day until the fifth moon had passed since Firenze had warned him. No dreams, good or bad, had come to him since that night when Avlantia's voice had rang through his mind, speaking the incantation about himself and telling him it was `time to shine'.

His friends had been alerted by Harry of the upcoming time, and they too, were worried, theirs shown on their faces, but Harry hid his very well. But they still knew he was afraid inside. It was the second of November and there was no sign of Dumbledore or Avlantia, and Harry was starting to get frantic.

“I think we should tell the old DA, just so the students are aware. Do you still have the Galleon, Harry?” Hermione stated that day in the library quietly. Harry nodded slowly, and pulled his bag onto the table. A moment later he held the fake galleon in his palm. “Good, change the date and time so it reads the fourth of February at seven-thirty in the evening. They should all have their galleons.”

“Hopefully,” added Ron skeptically. Harry agreed with his girlfriend, but something didn't feel right.

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“Hello again everyone,” Harry announced, looking about upon the curious faces of the old DA. There weren't as many as the year before, those people having lost or disposed of their galleons. Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach but he held them back, knowing this was important. “I have called you here tonight to tell you something very important. I have word that there might be an attack on Hogwarts, and I state `might' as it might not even happen. I'm telling you all to be aware and keep your wands with you at all times. I don't know what date this month the attack will happen, but I don know that the attack will come from Voldemort,” there was a sharp intake of breath, “and another just as powerful.

“Please stay calm and don't panic, just remember what you've learnt last year and all the other spells and things the professors had told you. “Good luck, and thank you!” Harry stepped down of the small podium summoned by Hermione and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Hermione smiled proudly and wrapped him in a hug. Ron merely nodded his face slightly pale but a ready look in his eyes. Many people began to crowd around them, firing question after question at Harry. He just shook his head and spoke one three worded sentence, “Just be ready!”

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The wind whipped by his sides as he soared through the air. He watched the many yellow and red flashed below him as a game of quidditch was being played; Gryffindor Vs Hufflepuff. The game had been going for almost half an hour, and Harry had spotted the snitch a few times. He didn't want to end the game too quickly, enjoying just flying around the pitch, listening to the cheering crowd and whistling wind. He noticed a speck of gold glistening in the sun directly below him about a foot from the ground. He smiled and flipped into a dive, falling straight for the ground.

He was picking up speed, hearing slight screams and babbles of cheers coming from the stands. His glasses stayed stuck to his face due to the pressure of the air. He was nearing the ground and the snitch when he caught a sight of something black out of the corner of his eye, he flicked his eyes to it and gasped as the speeding bludger smacked straight into his leg. He flipped through the air and pelted straight into the damp grass. His leg felt as though it had been cut off and his chest and arms were hurting from the impact of the dive. People were screaming around him but he couldn't see anything. His eyes were open but everything was black. He tries to pries them open but they hurt too much.

Finally they split open revealing a large blearing of light; he moaned and focused his eyes. He could make out the blurry pattern of his shattered glasses still on his face and could smell the disgusting smell of blood. His whole body was throbbing but still nobody came to help. He could still hear the screams and shouting and `laughing'. He lifted his head painfully and looked out upon the scene of the quidditch pitch, now a blurry patch of black, moving shapes. Something white illuminated the dark figures and it glided forward. Harry tried to scream but Avlantia, still dressed in white looked down upon him, her ruby lips in a large smile, showing off her perfect white teeth. Her bright blue eyes penetrated into his own, she laughed and spoke.

“Look, young Harry, I'm shining.”

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A/N- OOOOOHH!!! It has begun! What will happen next, only time will tell? Yay, I just thought of what I can lead this to!!! Thank you, thank you!

17. The Form of the Eagle

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two!

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will! If none of you knew this but I'm writing this story as it comes into my head. I've done none of that planning stuff that other writers have done, I'm just writing freely. So if there's any mistakes, like if something happens that is impossible to fit into my story, just ignore it, as I thought of it then wrote of it, not thinking of what happened in earlier chapters.

To answer a few reviews, I can't really do battle scenes or romance scenes as you've already witnessed. And one of you asked how was it that Harry could get o Avlantia so quickly? Well, Harry hasn't gone to Avlantia, she's come to him, they're still at Hogwarts, on the Quidditch pitch!

Sorry, but the stories may come out a bit slower than usual, if that's possible, as I'm now an employed worker. But I'll try and get them out ASAP, even though I'm not allowed on the computer very much!

Thanks to all the reviewers, and Merry Christmas!

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Chapter Seventeen- The Form of the Eagle

Harry's mouth opened and closed in terror, staring numbly into that face which had haunted his dreams for so long. Her smile was filling him with unspeakable fear, as were her eyes. The bright, blue chilled his bones, he began to shake. His scar was throbbing painfully, signaling that Voldemort wasn't far behind Avlantia. Screams and terror filled yells were echoing around the grounds, as well as sounds of breaking wood as the Stadium began to crumble. Coldness swept through him and screams began in his head as three Dementors swept by, heading for a small group of yellow clothed figures collapsing as they drew near.

Harry clenched his teeth savagely, ignoring the pain coming from his injured leg and throbbing scar, as anger poured through his veins. He jumped to his feet gasping painfully as his full weight was pressed on his leg. “Where are you going, Harry?” came the soft voice of the used to be Abagale Priest. Harry shot her a deathly glare, grasping his wand firmly in his hand.

“AWAY TO HELP!” he yelled, brandishing his wand, and pointing it straight at the white woman. She smiled silkily and swiped her hand; Harry's wand flew into the air and caught alight, twisting and burning. Harry's face fell as the remains of his beloved wand fell to the ground as a dark pile of ash. A look of humor crossed her face, but then was replaced by one of confusion. Where lay the pile of cindered ashes, was glowing with a faint light, the newly resurrected form of Harry's wand was being formed. It rose into the air for a few seconds, before dropping back down, resting softly in the green grass.

Harry smiled and picked it up, feeling warmth being emitted from it. “Well, that was interesting.” She said merely. “Oh well, there's always this,” once more she swiped her hand, and Harry's fingers were clutching each other. His wand had vanished. He smiled and looked up at her. He wiggled his fingers and flames began to sizzle from his palm. He said one word and the ball of flame was thrown from his hand and landed on Avlantia's chest. She shrieked softly and began to beat them away with her hands. There was a large, black, gaping hole in her dress, showing large amounts of red, shiny skin where the flames had burnt her. She sighed and ran her hand over it, healing her wounds and mending the hole. She looked up at Harry, a sour look on her face.

“I like this dress, don't do it again!” she pouted as she spotted her glance at his Firebolt lying just behind him and at his backing foot steps. She giggled softly. “I'm not that blond, Harry!” then swiped her hand one last time, making a jet of fire stream from it heading for the broom. It hit an invisible barrier and sizzled out. Harry dived for his broom and clambered onto it, hearing as more and more spells his the shield her had built silently. It won't last much longer, he thought as he soared into the air, watching the frustrated form of Avlantia firing spell after spell into the air only to hit a clear wall surrounding Harry from about six meters away from him.

Harry almost fell of his broom as he looked at the scene before him. He could make out the black cloaked figures of Death Eaters firing spells at students and teachers. Dementors glided through the crowds of swarming dark servants, heading for the weaker students and Harry watched their feeble attempts of conjuring a Patronus. He grinded his teeth as they collapsed and the soul-suckers advanced on them. The wind whipped by his head as he dove for the Dementors. He landed harder on the ground, forgetting his bludger-hit leg and ran full pelt at the Dementors.

He felt the cold wash over him and the faint screaming of his mother. He gritted his teeth and summoned a happy memory. When he and Hermione kissed for the first time. “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” He shouted at the four Dementors surrounding the three Hufflepuff students. They all looked pale and one had their eyes closed and was lying on the ground. The large silver stag erupted from his hand and reared on its back legs and kicked at the Dementors. It pushed them away and followed them, stabbing them with its antlers, even though they went straight through them. Suddenly another two swept up from behind the Hufflepuff students and Harry rushed towards them, hoping he could cast another Patronus.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” he shouted and watched in fear and excitement as another patroni emerged from his hand. But this one was different. Instead of being his fathers Animagi form, it was a large, silver, wolf-like dog. It was Sirius. It snarled at the Dementors and pushed them away. Harry rushed to the students, kneeling beside the collapsed one. “Enervate!” he said and watched as the boy opened his eyes. He shuffled them to their feet.

“Go, go back to the castle or into the forest, just hide or fight do anything!” he shouted and turned on his feet and sprinted away. “STUPEFY!” he shouted, as a red beam of light shot from his hand and hit an unsuspecting Death Eater. The other Death Eaters reared on him, smirking under their masks. “Oh look, its little Harry Potter, the hope of the Wizarding world, and with out a wand in sight. Oh the poor baby!” mocked a voice from one Death Eater. They shot a Crucius curse at him, he dived out of the way just in time, and looked behind him at the Death Eater and watched as they took their mask off.

White hot anger surged through his body as he looked up into the haunting face of Bellatrix Lestrange, her hollow face a replica of what Harry remembered it to be like. He hissed and jumped to his feet, once more ignoring his pained leg. She smiled down at him and pointed his wand at her. “Is poor wittle Harry still missing his puny godfather?” she mocked, her eyes growing wide when she saw a curse being formed in Harry's palm. It shot at her; she got hit on her shoulder. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain, and writhing. Harry hit her with a spell he had found in a Defense book he had found in Grimmauld Place, the Caninius Curse. It acted as if you were being mauled by a vicious pack of dogs or wolves, you could feel their teeth ripping into you and even see them attacking you. But they weren't really there.

“Get them off me!” she shrieked hysterically, thrashing around on the ground in pain. Harry smirked and easily blocked the two spells thrown at him from the other two Death Eaters. He then stunned them and stood over Lestrange. “I'm not so little now am I?” was all he said over her screams before turning and leaving. He spotted a group of Death Eaters torturing a few people. He could hear the shrieks coming from them. Harry growled and bounded over to them, as the black Tikarni. The first one didn't even see him coming before he was on the ground fast asleep with a large gash on his arm.

The other two back up, brandishing their wands, but didn't fire a spell before Harry had attacked them, leaving them knocked out on the ground. He looked at the people they had been torturing and gasped, it coming out as a weird yelp. It was Professor McGonagall, Cho Chang and Colin Creevely. He quickly transformed back and knelt beside them. McGonagall was panting and holding her chest, while Cho was weeping silently. Colin hadn't awakened. The professor Looked up at him with fear and gratitude. She nodded meekly and watched as he bolted away, once more a black flash.

He had been running, hexing, biting for so long. He was drenched in blood, fear and sadness. There were so many students dead or dying around the grounds. But Death eaters now lay with them, with a bloody arm, leg or neck, having been bitten by Harry and given enough poison to last for a day or two. He had just transformed back into a human when he heard someone shout his name. He looked around to find Hermione and Ron fighting with three Death Eaters, and winning. As he was running over as a wolf, he watched as Ron seemed to copy Harry and transform into a great, orange tiger. The Death Eaters backed away, shock evident on their faces. Ron pounced on one, while Harry crept up on the other two, biting them fiercely. He then bit the one Ron had mauled, sending him to sleep.

Hermione raced to him and enveloped him in a large hug, pulling away and gasping when she saw his leg. “What happened? We were so worried when you fell and then Death Eaters came from the forest and everyone panicked. We saw this white lady kinda gliding across the grounds to where you were. We tried to get down there but death Eaters had surrounded her and you. We were stuck fighting them. What happened to your leg?” she said all in one breath.

“Bludger,” was all he said, looking at his leg for the first time. His Quidditch robes were soaked in blood, as were his shoes. He lifted up his robes and looked at a large gash across his knee. He shrugged and smiled up at his friends. “I'm so glad you two are alright, I didn't know what happened, and then-“ he didn't finish what he was saying as there was a flash then Hermione was gone. They looked around, and Harry turned to face Avlantia. She had Hermione by her shoulders and was grinning like crazy.

“Let her go!” he hissed, stepping forwards, but Avlantia held up a finger and swayed it from side to side.

“Ah, ah, ah, Harry, not yet, we haven't even properly met. So, you're the girl who has been hurting poor Tommy all this time.”

“What do you mean?” Harry said savagely having no idea what was happening. “Well, it was I who placed that muting charm on you, and you would only get your voice back when kissed by your true love. And when this little mudblood kissed you, I was alerted to it. So now, all I have to do is kill her, Harry, and Tom will be free to kill you!” Harry stepped forward, anger pulsing through his hands in the form of blue lightning bolts. Ron stood beside him, fists clenched as well as teeth.

“Leave her be, Abagale!” Harry said, feeling much braver now that his friend was threatened. Avlantia smiled silkily and sighed.

“Such bravery, such honor, Tom said you had a saving people thing, too bad it won't help you now, will it, Tommy?” They gasped and Harry became aware that his scar was throbbing painfully. Hermione gave a soft, muffled shriek at the form of Voldemort sweeping towards her. His blood red eyes dug into Harry's, and his lipless mouth gave out a smile.

“So we meet again, Potter!” he hissed standing beside his lady. She smiled sweetly to him and passed him Hermione. “Here's a present for you, darling!” she said. Voldemort smiled pleasantly, stroking Hermione's face with one, long, pale finger. She was shaking and silent tears were flowing down her cheeks. Harry stepped forward once more, now no more than two meters away from them. He raised his hand and said in his mind, “Accio Gryffindor Sword!” He looked sternly into Voldemort's eyes, holding his mind shield in place firmly. Her heard a whistling and held up his hand and caught the Gryffindor Sword. Voldemort and Avlantia eyed it wearily before they both laughed heartily.

“He thinks he can defeat us with that!” Avlantia said, pointing humorously at the ruby-encrusted weapon. “Hey Tom,” Harry said, gaining Voldemort's glare and anger. “Remember this sword, this is the one that I killed the Basilisk with four years ago, remember and you were so ignorant that you thought I couldn't kill it. But I did. How `funny' was that? You thought you were so high and mighty then when I killed you-“ Harry collapsed to the ground, grinding his teeth in silent agony. Voldemort smirked and removed the Crucius curse.

“That's a reminder who your dealing with, Potter.” He said, watching as Harry was helped to his feet by Ron. “LEAVE HIM!” Voldemort shouted, swiping his hand and sending Ron sailing through the air. “LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE!” Harry shouted, jumping forward as a Tikarni and savagely biting into Voldemort's chest, just missing Hermione. He was thrown off but when he jumped, Voldemort loosened his grasp on Hermione and she pulled free. She was now standing beside Harry, holding onto his shoulder in fear. Voldemort growled and inspected his wounds.

“Foolish boy, your lucky I didn't like this robe!” he then fixed the hole and injury. “And if your wondering why I'm not knocked out on the ground, it's because a stupid animal can't knock me down. Now, come here, mudblood!” he snarled again, raising his hand in front of him, as if Hermione would willingly go to him.

“Go Hermione!” Harry hissed, pushing her back o where Ron was slowly getting to his feet. She shook her head, tightening her grip on his shoulder. “I want to stay with you!” she said, tears seeping down her face. “You'll be killed!” he said angrily trying to get her to go. She smiled slightly. “I don't care.”

“Oh, how touching!” said Voldemort pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “Now, back to business.” He raised his wand and pointed it to Hermione and Harry. “Hermione, GO!” Harry shouted, shoving her away, “I'll be alright, now go!” she squeezed his arm briefly, before pulling away. She took one last look at Harry and helped Ron up. “We can't just leave him!” Ron said angrily, trying to get to him, “We can't leave him alone!”

“He wont be alone, Mr. Weasley” said a voice to Harry's left. Harry looked to find Tyler Rohain standing there, a strange light shining in his eyes. “I think you three should go, now,” he added, not taking his eyes off Avlantia. She was looking at Tyler, squinting his eyes then opened them wide a large smile on her lips. “Its really you, I've finally found you, Tyson, old friend!” Ron and Hermione gasped, Harry just stood there, sword and hand raised, ready to fight.

“Go get help!” he said merely, staring intently at Voldemort. He was looking from his lover to the man who had interrupted. He turned to Harry, then looked behind him and sighed. He raised his wand.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” he shouted, Harry watched as the spell left his wand and began to speed towards him and head passed his shoulder to where Hermione and Ron where. He yelled and swung the sword, hitting the green flash with force. It made a clang like metal hitting metal, and then vanished. “GO!” he hissed to Ron and Hermione. He watched them transform and run towards the castle at a mighty speed. He then turned to Voldemort and the others. “Harry, I think you should go now, as well!” said Professor Rohain, his eyes still locked on Avlantia.

“No, sir, this is my battle to fight as well.” He said, glaring angrily at Voldemort. He nodded slowly.

“Now I just need my dear old love Ashir and I will be complete. You wouldn't happen to know where he was, would you?” she asked happily.

“No, I don't, Abagale, even if I did, what makes you think I'd tell you?” Tyler said slowly, his wand pointing straight at Avlantia's heart. Voldemort laughed. “He was the same attitude as, Potter. And speaking of Potter, I believe I should be killing you now!” he said pleasantly, turning his wand to Harry. But just as he opened his mouth to say the killing curse, there was a pop and Albus Dumbledore stood before them. His eyes were cold and twinkless, his hair and beard standing away from his face.

“DUMBLEDORE!” hissed Voldemort loudly, withdrawing his wand. “Hello, Tom, Abagale. Harry, I would like you to go now.” He said softly, his eyes not leaving Voldemort's. “No, sir, I want to fight!”

“You're not ready, Harry, go and help the others, leave this battle to me for now!”

“But-“ there are no buts, Harry, go!” Harry glared at his old mentor, his sword still raised. He sighed and was about to go when something Avlantia said startled him.

“So where is the Eagle hiding?” she whispered to no one in particular. Harry turned and faced her, heart beating. “What-what do you mean, where is the `eagle' hiding? Who's that, I thought you were looking for Ashir?” he blurted, his heart still pounding painfully. Avlantia gave him her sour face. “Well, in our seventh year, if you must know, Ashir, Tyson and that stupid mudblood, “Tyson growled, “went and became Animagus without asking me! And Ashir was an eagle so we called him the Eagle from then on, why are you so curious, young Harry?” she said sweetly, smiling at him. Harry shook his head fiercely.

“No reason, um, I'm gonna go know, bye!” and with that he transformed into a hawk and flew straight up into the sky. His heart was pounding as he viewed upon the blood stained grounds. There was fighting still going on, and it looked as if they were winning. The order had turned and was fighting brilliantly. But that wasn't why Harry's heart was pounding. When Avlantia had mentioned an Animagus form of an Eagle, he remembered something, someone with an Animagus form which was an eagle, but couldn't think of their name. Then it hit him all of a sudden. He almost fell out of the sky; Ashir Dire was right under his nose.

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Author's Note- How was that, there's still more to come, and this is when it gets interesting! Hope you liked it, please review and tell me what you think.

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18. Finding the Eagle

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will! This is nearing the end, everyone! I think I'll do another couple of chapters after this one.

Thanks to my reviewers!

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Chapter Eighteen- Finding the Eagle

Harry hovered there in the air, thinking through what he was going to do. How was he meant to find Armarnd, when he didn't even know anything of this man? Harry had remembered seeing his Animagus trainer transform before them one day while at Grimmauld Place. If he could just find him and explain what was happening, maybe he'd be able to defeat Avlantia before it was too late. He circled the sky, gazing down at the battle scene with angry eyes. Many people had fallen since he'd last looked. But they were worse off. There was still the same amount as Death Eaters standing as there was teachers, students and order members, but the Death Eaters were more experienced. He spotted with his hawk eyes, a group of hooded Dementors closing in on two people near the castle wall. He squinted and spotted a flaming red hair. Ron. With out thinking, he dove from the sky, straight at the pack of soul sucking fiends. He morphed into a human, and began to feel the impenetrable coldness chilling his bones. He heard Ron shouting over and over again, “Not Claire, don't touch her!” Harry gritted his teeth and pointed his wand at the dangerously close Dementors.

“Happy thoughts!” he hissed, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” a giant, silver stag erupted form his wand. It charged at the Dementors, pushing them back with its silver antlers. Hermione was quivering and pale, she looked almost good compared to Ron he was cowering on the ground, scratching at his head.

“Ron?” Harry said unevenly, stretching out a hand to touch his shoulder. He drew away. He turned his eyes to Harry's. There was a fear like Harry had never seen building in them. “They're-back!” was all he managed to say, grinding his teeth and pulling at his hair.

“It's ok, Ron, its ok now, they're gone!” Harry tried to comfort his best friend. Hermione was looking at them with teary eyes, having no idea what Ron was talking about.

“But-but, where's Claire?” he whimpered, staring at him with those strange, fear filled eyes. Harry glanced around, not knowing what to do. “Ron, it's me, Harry! Its alright now, Claire is gone. You are Ron, not whoever you think you are! You have a sister!” Harry said, trying to get the old Ron back.

“I know I have a sister-my sister is Claire!” he said, choking on invisible tears looking up at him confoundedly. Hermione sniffed.

“Harry, what's wrong with him? Where's Voldemort and-and Avlantia?” she said, struggling to stand. Harry shook his head.

“I'll explain about Ron later, Voldemort is fighting with Dumbledore, and Avlantia is with Tyson. I have to find Armarnd! Help me with Ron!” he said, rather quickly. Hermione nodded, still having no clue on what was going on. When they had managed to pull Ron up, he gazed around in confusion.

“I have to find my sister, I have to find CLAIRE!” he said loudly, trying to pull away from Harry and Hermione.

“No, Ron, Claire is gone-!”

“SHE”S NOT GONE, AND STOP CALLING ME RON!” he yelled, finally getting away. He gave a last fleeting look at the two worried friends before turning on his heel and dashing back down the slope, screaming out for Claire to come back.

“Go with him, Hermione! Keep him safe, be safe! I have to find Armarnd, no time to explain!” she stared at him, tears streaking down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak. “NO! I'll be fine, go get Ron, please! And keep safe!” he said. Hermione nodded and leant in. They shared a few seconds of a goodbye kiss, before Hermione took off down the grounds in search of their red-headed friend. Harry savored the kiss, thinking it could be the last time he touched Hermione. He stopped himself from thinking such things and set out to figure away to get to Armarnd. There was a high pitched scream echoing around the grounds, from the direction Hermione had just ran. Harry growled, and bolted after her, as a black wolf.

He soon found the source of the scream. Hermione was standing, petrified staring before her. Harry soon spotted Voldemort, holding Ron up by the neck. Dumbledore was close by, but captured in a red web. He was yelling at Voldemort to release Ron, but he wasn't listening. A sickened sort of smile was present on Voldemort's lips, as he choked Harry's friend. He howled and streaked forward, ignoring the shouts form Tyler who was standing in front of Avlantia, who was smiling triumphantly at the Dark Lord. Voldemort looked up to see Harry almost gliding towards him, and grinned. He tossed Ron to the side and drew his wand. He smirked and hissed two words. A green flash was heading towards him, and all he could think of was finding Armarnd some how before everyone was killed. He didn't even notice the green light before it was too late. He growled and kept running, unable to stop.

But he kept running, even after the green killing curse should have hit him. He ran into something solid, slamming his head forcefully. He pulled himself off a concrete ground as Harry the Human. He looked around. The solid wall he'd slammed into was the side of a great building. He looked around to find a group of people staring at him, nonplussed. He caught the familiar appearance of Armarnd Bytin. He jumped forward towards him, ignoring the pain in his leg and now throbbing forehead.

“Harry-what?” his Animagus Trainer began but Harry cut him across.

“You have to come! Avlantia is at Hogwarts, Tyson's with her, but he needs you, I know you're Ashir! You have to come!” Armarnd looked at him with blankness, but a light lit in his deep blue eyes.

“Take me there!” he said plainly. Harry nodded quickly, morphing into a wolf and watching Armarnd transform into an eagle. He latched onto Harry's hair onto his back, squeezing hard for him to go. Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do, but he began to ran, full pelt down the street. People were yelling at the peculiar sight. Some, what looked like tourists, were snapping away with cameras. Harry only saw glimpses, as he was running so fast now everything was a blur.

“I have to get to Tyson! I have to get to Tyson!” were his thoughts as he ran forward. He wasn't fast enough to spot the car in front of him it was beeping madly. It swerved to miss the canine, but there was no need; they were already gone.

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They returned to the battle scene of Hogwarts. It hadn't changed. They swerved to a stop in front of Dumbledore's webbed prison. He felt Armarnd leave his back, as he transformed back by Hermione's side. Avlantia stepped forward, her eyes alive with malice as she stared at Armarnd.

“Ashir, my love, my sweet, my one and only! You have joined me again, but not in time I'm afraid, as our poor friend has had an accident!” she pointed, laughing, at the form of Tyson McCloud lying to the side. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was hanging open. Armarnd-Ashir leapt forward to the ground to his life-long friend. He placed his hands to the side of his face and bowed his head. He then stepped up slowly and his features immediately began to change. Where his rough brown hair had been, was now sweeping raven black hair, which reached down to his lower back. In the light form the setting sun, it shown deep blue. His eyes were the same color but a tint of green had been mixed in. He stared hardly at Abagale.

“I have shown my true form, Abagale, now its time to show your own.” He said. Avlantia smiled at him and clicked her elegant fingers. Her white hair shortened to shoulder length and began to grow blond. Her eyes turned to brown and her skin began a bit creamier. She smiled, showing off her white teeth and plum red lips. Ashir nodded and turned to his left. Everyone gasped to find Tyson McCloud standing beside his elf-friend, in his true form. His hair was short and scruffy and a deep red. His eyes were an extremely light, pale green. He brushed off his cloak and placed a hand on Ashir's shoulder.

“It's good to see you, brother.” Then they turned to Abagale, both looking sternly at her, anger flaring in their eyes. Abagale looked at Tyson with confused eyes, and then she grinned.

“I should have known, Ashir that you would have managed to share immortality with Tyson somehow. Now, down to business!” she raised her hand to them, but did nothing. Voldemort was cackling madly. Dumbledore was still trapped with no way out, yet. Harry had been sneaking closer to the web, spells flashing through his mind. He knew no spell he had in his head would be strong enough to break Voldemort's, but he had to try something. He then thought of what his headmaster had told him last year. About Harry's secret power. A light switched on in his head. He had to use his emotions to unlock the webbed cage. He thought of Hermione and Ron and Sirius. He thought of love and directed it at the cage, pushing with it hatred and anger. There was a sudden blearing of white light. Out of the white mist stood Albus Dumbledore. Harry heard pained yelling; he turned to see Voldemort clutching his head. Dumbledore smiled slightly, nodded and turned to complete what he had been doing. Harry now turned his attention back to Ashir and Tyson, staring at Abagale with her outstretched hand.

He didn't see the figure standing behind him, ready to strike. While his eyes had been diverted back to Ashir, the figure dove, pulling Harry's Ron form his hand. A blue beam shot from the wand, hitting Hermione in the chest. She crumbled to the ground, blood spilling from her robes. Harry screamed and lashed out at Bellatrix Lestrange, who was lying on the ground with a nose bleed after Harry had elbowed her. She cackled madly, staring with glee at the bleeding Hermione. Harry yelled, drawing his wand to the woman who he hated so much. But before he could utter a curse, a red light hit her. Harry turned to see a very disgruntled looking Ron pointing his wand at her. He smiled meekly then his eyes landed on Hermione.

He rushed forward, but only to be blasted backwards and into Ron. Lucius Malfoy and two other unknown Death Eaters stood over them, all smirking.

“We have got him, master-!” but he too was shot down with a stunner fires from Harry's hand. He didn't need his wand which had been blasted through the air and into a bush. The other tow fired spells at them, which he and Ron blocked easily after having many training sessions for this thing. They soon were lying upon the ground with Malfoy. Harry and Ron scrambled over to their fallen friend. She was breathing, but barely.

“I hope this works………furl!” Harry said, pointing it at Hermione's chest. Bandages shot from his wand and wrapped around her injured chest. She remained lying down, but her breathing became steady. “Watch her!” he said quietly to Ron. He stood and walked over to where Voldemort and Dumbledore were talking.

“You can not win here today, Tom!” Dumbledore said calmly, not noticing Harry step up to his side, but Voldemort did.

“Oh, look. The famous Harry Potter has come to fight the strongest wizard in the world by the side of his headmaster! How noble!” he said humorously. Dumbledore flicked his eyes to Harry.

“You should not be here, Harry! Go and take your friends with you. The ministry should be here momentarily, until then I have to take care of Tom! Please, go, Harry!” Harry didn't move. He raised his hand to his front, pointing it straight at Voldemort.

“No!” he said angrily. His head and blood pumped with anger, he could feel it surging through his finger tips and out in front like small lightning bolts. Dumbledore looked into his eyes and nodded, an understanding coming into his eyes. Voldemort looked into Harry's emerald eyes and an odd realization came over him. He smiled, even though there was a strange look of something like fear in his eyes.

“This boy thinks he's special because he can use Soul Magic. Hate to burst your bubble, potter, but so can I” Voldemort flicked his wrist and a red bolt shot at Harry. He waved it away with a flick of his finger, sending a cloud of purple lightning rods at it. He felt so much anger in his chest. He could taste it; he could feel what he wanted to do to this monster so badly.

“My parents were killed, Sirius was killed, Cedric was killed was killed, so many people have died at the hands of you!” he said, sending more bolts of electricity out of his fingers. “My friends have been hurt, Hermione was almost killed, and Ron almost went insane. This has all happened because of you! And it all is because of me. You are after me! And that is because of a stupid, pathetic prophecy. You don't even now what the last of it said, but I do.” Harry glared at Voldemort, breaking into his mind, although he didn't know how. He flicked pictured of Sybil Trelawney speaking the prophecy into Voldemort's head. The monsters red eyes opened in shock, but closed to slits. He tried to break into Harry's, but Harry was holding his shield up with love. Voldemort gasped, and clutched at his head.

“You are but a boy! I have killed thousands older and more advanced than you. I don't know how you survived when you were a child, but it was because of your stupid, mudblood mother with her `love'-!” Harry yelled, lashing forward with a fast Crucius Curse; he didn't even now he had that curse in mind. Voldemort pushed it aside with his hand. “But that was all she was, Potter, a mudblood and so is your stupid, filthy, little girlfriend!” he shot a Crucius curse towards where Ron was with Hermione. Harry put up a shield and blocked the curse.

“I think you should leave, Tom.” Dumbledore spoke, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Suddenly there was a tremendous screaming. They turned and looked at where Abagale, Ashir and Tyson were. Abagale was on the ground, on her knees screaming her loudest, clasping her hands over her ears.

“STOP IT! STOP IT! YOU DON'T MEAN IT! YOU LOVE ME, NOT HER!” she was yelling, while Ashir and Tyson stood over her.

“I loved Saydi and my children. I only liked you as a friend, Abagale. We felt sorry for you all those years ago at Hogwarts. I never have and never will love you as much as I love my wife, Wade and Elindor. You are nothing to me. You are not my love, and nor am I yours!” that was enough for Abagale. She screamed and rose from her kneeling position. She rose in the air, her long, white her was back, as were her eyes and skin. She cackled, her eyes were white and staring, the exact of what had possessed Hermione.

“You will love me! You have and forever will love me!” she screamed and began swirling through the air. Ashir stepped forward.

“No I won't. You are nothing to me! Saydi was my life and my love as were my children. Since you have stolen my entire life from me, I will take yours!” with that he began an incantation, which sounded familiar to Harry. He had glimpses of a high, dark tower, with wind whipping by his sides. Avlantia was screaming. Voldemort rushed forward, completely ignoring Dumbledore and Harry. He was yelling and thrashing around with his hands, firing spells in every direction, trying to hit the two immortals. But none did. Harry and Dumbledore had placed up shields. Suddenly, with a large blinding flash of white light, Avlantia was gone, only a soft, white mist remained. Voldemort yelled, and began to fire the killing curse in every direction. Ashir and Tyson were dodging them, here and there .Ashir was a second too slow and a spell was heading straight to him. Not even his elf immortality could stop the Avarda Kedavra. Just when the spell was about to hit, the was a flash, and he was lying on the ground, alive and well. He scrambled over to his friend who was lying to his side, eyes open and a brave smile on his lips.

Tyson McCloud had saved Ashir. He had taken the Avarda Kedavra Curse.

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19. Saying Goodbye

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will! This is the last chapter of the Prophecy of Two, and I'm trying to make it longer than all the other chapters of this story. I'm not sure if I'll do a sequel, depends what comes from all of you! I'm on the second chapter for the Prophecy of Light and Dark's sequel, named Harry Potter and the Fulfilment of the Prophecy. When i get about three or four chapters I'll post the first two. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter and of my story and if you'd like a sequel!

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Chapter Nineteen- Saying Goodbye

"Brother, brother, please! Don't leave me!" Ashir was saying, shaking the lifeless form of his lifelong friend, who would never again see the light of day. Silent tears were streaking down his face, mingling with his deep blue hair, suddenly limp and dead. He wept silently for his brother, while Harry and Dumbledore watched in sadness. The grounds surrounding Hogwarts were a mess. Trees were alight and burning. The Quidditch stadium was a mere pile of rubble, still smoking from the dancing flames that had engulfed it beforehand. Bodies were scattered about the ground, of both students and teachers, death eaters and a few Order Members, who had arrived in the middle of the battle, their lives swept away from them. Harry rushed over to where Hermione and Ron were standing, Hermione being supported by a much shaken Ron. They smiled weakly, nodding in understanding. Harry helped with Hermione and began to shuffle closer to where their headmaster was standing, looking with misery about the once green fields.

“Not just lives were lost today, but a part of our souls,” was all he said, looking sadly at the trio. No twinkle was playing in his blue eyes. They were cold and lifeless. They were dead. Ashir had closed his friend's eyes, breathing unsteadily. He was still kneeling beside Tyson, and tears still leaked form his eyes. But his eyes held a new emotion, a new determination. He stared around the grounds from where he was seated, a look of horror and fear mingling with the determined look. He glanced at Harry, nodded silent thanks and lifted Tyson's body off the ground and into his arms as if he was a feather.

“I will take Tyson to my manor, where my parents are homed. My family is his family; he was my brother and still is. Thank you, Harry, once more,” with that, his outline became a mere shadow as he dissolved into thin air. Hermione let out a small, startled gasp but winced in pain as she did so. Dumbledore inspected the bandages were fresh blood was seeping.

“Please take Ms Granger to the Hospital Wing. They have a fire going, which is an immediate portal to St Mungo's. One of you stay.” They nodded, and Harry watched his two best friends struggle moving up the grounds to the castle, where many people were climbing out of their hiding places. Blood as well as misery covered the grounds, the night air finally catching up with them and chilling their bones. Harry found Neville, shaking and white, struggling to help Professor McGonagall form the ground. No traces of death Eaters were left, just a few lying here and there, bite marks on some part of their body, not dead but sleeping. Harry didn't bother with these and began to help moving the injured students and professors back up to the infirmary.

Harry found Parvarti Patil, screaming with agony, staring and shaking the lifeless form of Padma, her sister. He pulled her away, struggling to keep away tears, and wrapped her in a hug. He was never close to Parvarti or Padma, but this just was one of those times. The girl struggled to get away, screaming and crying, but she collapsed in his embrace, sobbing into his shoulder. Lavender and Dean appeared from behind them, and Harry let Parvarti climb into Lavenders arms, her own face streaked with tears, her eyes wide and staring at the form of the dead Ravenclaw. Dean patted Harry on the shoulder, and then moved off to help Terry Boot who was struggling to get his foot from under a large form. Harry yelled and rushed passed Dean and practically dived to the fallen half-giant. Hagrid was breathing form under his shaggy beard, but barely. Harry groaned trying push him over, releasing Terry's foot and rolling the man over.

He moaned and opened one black, beetle eye, straining to smile up at the anxious form of Harry.

“'Lo,” he said. Harry smiled slightly, helping him to sit up. Hagrid gasped and clasped at one of his huge feet which Harry realised with a jolt, was gone. Blood was splattered on the ground, in a trail leading over to a thorn bush where a black cloaked figure draped over the leaves, a large stick protruding from his chest, a baby-whale sized boot, with the foot, stuck in the tree beside him. Harry cringed.

“It ok, `Arry, Mungo can fix it!” he said, before his eyes fluttered and he dropped back to the ground, Harry pulled his arm away before it could get crushed. Five or six people levitated Harry's giant friend and led him to the castle, careful not to knock him on anything, Hagrid's severed foot floating beside him. Harry shook his head, trying to get the feeling of dread form his chest, but everywhere he looked he found someone dead or dying their friends beside them, no better off. Harry helped many people up into the castle, making sure everyone was through the fire before moving back into the nightmarish grounds.

Hagrid's severed foot was nothing to Draco Malfoy. It seemed as if his father had found him, as he kept saying over and over, “'ather, Deff ater, `ather, Deff ater!” His head had a large gash starting from his left ear and running under his chin. It was as if someone had tried to slit his throat, but missed the air tunnel. Blood was splattered down his white shirt; his black robe had been disposed of somewhere. One of his arms had been severely sliced, form his shoulder to his palm; you could see his bone through the blood. Many other bruises and cuts littered his body where someone had continuously stabbed him; Harry gulped, sending bandages all over the boy's arms, then he carefully ripped off his Gryffindor Quidditch cloak and wrapped it tightly around Draco's throat. He then levitated him up the ground, feeling his head to be very heavy. His legs were wobbling and throbbing. His scar was screaming in pain, but he still kept the Levitation Spell going, he needed to get Malfoy to Mungo's. He needed to help, to save!

His chest began to hurt tremendously as he struggled up a few stairs and spotted the Hospital Wing door. He walked in, noticing the large crowd of students and teachers alike, all hurt and bloody. A lot of St Mungo Healers were appearing through the flickering green flames from the fire. They took a patient with them and stepped back through the fire. Everyone was staring at Harry and the levitated Draco Malfoy. Madam Pomfrey was standing in front of him, and her mouth was moving up and down in speech. Harry couldn't hear anything except his own thumping heart. His head was throbbing, his whole body was aching, his leg felt as though it was being sawn off and something was trickling down his face. He lowered Malfoy onto the ground before spotting Pomfrey grasping someone in a white cloak then a lot of green. And then came the dark.

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It was dark, but it was light. Everything was black, but figures were moving around in the darkness, themselves so dark they were almost light. There were voices, muffled and rough. Someone was screaming in the darkness, and a soft tune was playing. Where was he?

The screaming was still going. He caught glimpses of faces in the darkness. Of Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, of Ron's flaming red hair, of someone's barking laugh, of a giant sized shadow. Everything was flashing extremely fast now. The chocolate eyes, the hair, the laugh the shadow, then a white beard, dark blue-green eyes, a fallen figure on the ground, a wolf howling in the darkness. And then the Indian from his dream.

“Part wolf part bird, struggling to survive. Family dead, friends dying, life empty. Everyone gone or going, no sense in it at all. Then the one thing, the monster causing the fear, the horror the hate. A prophecy binding the wolf and snake, a prophecy splitting the life. Only way to survive, is to kill, or be killed. Wolf and snake, bonded to the death.” Then was the light. Everything exploded, sending the darkness flying, the pictures soaring and the sounds reaching his ears. The sight reaching his eyes.

The light was so bright it seeped into his very soul, blinding his senses. Dark figures were moving about in the light, speaking in a language Harry couldn't understand. Someone was placing something on his head then putting something back on. His head was wet, and stung. His body was still aching after the ordeal. There was a great deal of red mixed with black and white in the room, he couldn't quite focus on one things. Every time he got close to putting a name to the figure, it would leak away as well as the name. Everything slowly and painfully came into focus. The reason for all the red presented itself. Seated around the room, in various places, was the whole Weasley Family, excluding Percy. Mrs Weasley was dampening his head with a wet cloth, Ron was seated beside his bed, knowing on his fingernails, Fred and George were pacing at the other end of his bed, both going in different directions, passing in the middle. Ginny was on the other side of his bed, sleeping softly, Mr Weasley was reading a book on a chair near the wall, although his eyes weren't moving. Bill was standing outside the door, talking to Charlie. Harry gasped as he tilted his head to look in the bed beside his own, gaining everyone's gaze.

“Oh, Harry dear, your awake!” Mrs Weasley shrieked, restraining herself from wrapping him in a hug. Ron almost flew from his chair and to Harry's bed. Mr Weasley threw the book aside and bounded to the bed, Fred and George collided in their pacing, Ginny jerked awake, staring fixedly at Harry. Bill and Charlie bolted into the door, followed by a very relieved looking female healer. She took his temperature with what looked like a normal muggle thermometer, but also took his body weight, shape, and his height, just by placing it in his mouth. She tutted when she read the thermometer, and shook her head.

“You are still incredibly underweight and undersize. If you had just one summer eating well, you'd be much taller. But all in all, you gave us quite a scare, Mr Potter!” she said, measuring out a potion in a beaker on the table beside him. Harry gulped down the foul tasting liquid, his throat too sore to ask what it was. The Healer smiled warmly, pulling the blankets up a bit and fluffing his pillow. At that moment there was a rustling and a small squeal. A great weight came pounding down onto Harry's already sore chest, but he brushed it away when he spotted the curly, brown hair scattered about his chest. Hermione raised her head, her eyes red and puffy, tears filling them once more. Streaks ran down her cheeks and her hair was wet from previous teary outbreaks. She hugged him once more, kissing him completely on the mouth, not caring about the many people watching amusedly. She pulled away, and sighed in relief.

“I was so worried when they brought you in and drew the curtain around your bed! They wouldn't let me in and didn't say what happened or if you were going to be alright. They only just opened your curtains yesterday morning saying you should wake soon, but its been almost twenty-four hours and………I'm so glad your alright!” with that she began to kiss him repeatedly on his face, not caring she was hurting him in the process or not knowing.

“This young lady has quite a temper,” began the Medi-Witch, “She almost jinxed us all when we told her she couldn't com in to see you, we had to take her wand and give her a sleeping potion, and she has just awoken most probably because of all you're talking! I will be back shortly, please try and rest yourself, Mr Potter, as your chest and head injuries have not yet healed, and don't seem to want to anytime soon!” with that she walked out of the room. Hermione gasped and sat bolt upright.

“Oh, Harry! I forgot about you chest! It must have hurt you when I jumped on you a lot!” Harry smirked, and moaned, “It's alright, Mione,” it still hurt his throat to speak for some reason. Many people came to see the awaken Harry, wishing him well or thanking him for taking them to the Infirmary.

“Say,” Harry asked, as a very teary Lavender left the room, being held up by Seamus. “How long has it been since I was sent here?” Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

“Umm………around a week, I think?” answered Ron, dropping his gaze to the floor when Harry's mouth sprang open.

“A-a week? I've been here for a week? How? It only feels as if I've only been here a day or two, how is it possible?” he stammered gazing around at the people.

“Well, you've only been awake for a day and asleep for five or so days. When they brought you in they didn't think you'd make it, so kept your hangings shut, to make sure no one got their hopes up or got too upset looking at you.” Said Molly softly, fluffing his pillow once more.

“Yes, Mister Potter, you were quite the sight. If any of you would like to go now before I lift up the sheet, you may” it was the Medi-witch, back with a few more potions and bandages, and began reapplying them to his head. When no one shifted, she lifted the sheets from his bare chest and got him to sit up. Everyone gasped at what they sore.

There was a heavily blooded bandage wrapped around his chest then moving up and covering the burn on his shoulder. After peeling away the dressing Hermione, turned her head away, as did Ginny and Mrs Weasley. Harry looked down painfully onto his chest. There was a great gash starting from jut below his collarbone on his left side, and spreading down to the end of his right rib. It looked extremely deep. Blood had already started to spill form it, running down Harry's ribs and onto the white sheets of his hospital bed. Around the sores edge was green, but then grew to a deep purple-blue bruise. Harry had no idea how he had gotten the gash, he thought he'd only hurt his leg. After the new bandages were placed back on his chest tightly, the Healer examined his leg thoroughly.

She lifted it up before her eyes, squeezing it in odd places and even stroking his ankle bone with her index finger. His leg was almost normal, but just tingled softly.

“We were able to heal your leg immediately as it was done by a non-magical object. But your chest,” she covered back up his chest in order to prevent the cool air chilling his already weak body, “your chest was done by a severing charm. They are impossible to see as there colour is a near clear looking blue. And in the night it would be invisible to the naked eye. It's a wonder you continued to move at all after this was performed, when did you say it happened?” she asked, gazing at him with startling light blue eyes.

“I didn't! I didn't even now it happened, I had no idea someone did this to me!” the witch looked at him, clearly curious as to know how he didn't feel his chest being split open, but thought better of it, and left them to their selves, but not before placing a half full glass of Dreamless Sleep Draught on his bedside dresser. Everyone was avoiding his eye contact for some reason, except Hermione and Mrs Weasley, who was already handing him the potion.

“Drink this dear, I'm sure you'd like a nice long sleep. I think I'll get these kids home for a sleep, and then we'll be back tomorrow. Hermione, you can come if you'd like?” she added, looking at the bushy haired girl with love. Hermione shook her head slowly.

“No, I think I'll stay here with Harry, but thank you anyway. Come one Harry, drink up!” Hermione answered, watching Harry tip the cup to his mouth, and gulp down the purple liquid. His eyes fluttered for a few moments, before they shut completely. Mrs Weasley sighed, stroking his forehead.

“The poor dear, he's been through so much and it's a miracle he still had managed to save more lives, almost loosing his own life in the process. He truly is, the boy-who-lived,” said Mrs Weasley, a silent tear dropping onto the white tiled floor.

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I decided to do another chapter after this one. Sorry this was a tad but shorted than the others, but I wanted to do twenty chapters. Please review and tell me if you want a sequel, I'm not begging, just suggesting!!!

20. The Start of an New Dawn

Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and never will! Well, well, well, this is the final chapter of the Prophecy of Two, and I'm serious this time! Hopefully you have all enjoyed my story and I'm not sure if I will write a sequel, depends on how many reviews I've got for this story and if everyone enjoyed it. If I'm writing a sequel, I think I have a fair idea of what it will be called and what will happen, it just unfolded in my head just now. It was quite strange, seeing the whole plot of Harry Potter and the New Alliances (new title for the sequel) come together in my head without me bidding it to! Ok, please read, and you can criticize flame, cry, and sleep, anything you wish and tell me what you think in a review! You all have been the best reviewers ever! And that means double to the people who reviewed and read my other story as well, which I have written two chapters for, work is keeping me busy!

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Chapter Twenty- The Start of a New Dawn

Harry had been out of the Hospital Wing for almost a week. Dumbledore had announced the day Harry had left the Infirmary that the exams would not be taken at the end of the year; not even Hermione could complain. Many people, when Harry passed in the corridors or at Dinner, would nod in thank or would start to clap. These mere actions caused a fury to boil inside him. He didn't want this. He just wanted to help.

There was still no word from Ashir, who left after the battle of Hogwarts with Tyson's body, a brave look in his pained eyes. Hermione and Ron were both alright, having been released before Harry, but didn't leave his side. Dumbledore had not asked Harry to speak with him yet, but Harry was waiting. The day came when the headmaster sent word that he would like Harry's presence in his office that night, and he could bring Ron and Hermione if he wished.

So the three of them began to stroll through the darkening hallways. As Harry passed a window, he couldn't help to glance out over the grounds. He looked at Hagrids rebuilt cabin, smoke silently spilling from the half-giant's chimney. Hagrid's foot was sewn back in place, a thin scar running around his large ankle in memory of his war. The Quidditch Stadium was yet to be replaced, but the rubble was gone, leaving a large bare space of land where it once stood, a large scorch mark signaling its absence. The grounds had been expertly replaced; the green lawns now full of color, hardly any burnt marks remaining. The Whomping Willow was in fairly bad shape. Many of its branches had been severed off where Death Eaters had entered the grounds through the hidden passage between its roots and didn't want to be thumped by its flailing branches.

They had reached the entrance to Dumbledore's office, the stone Gargoyle stood guard.

“In Victory, we Grow Strength” said Harry, having been told the password in his message. As they stepped upon the revolving staircase, Harry thought of the password, thinking it was the first time he'd heard a non-sweet been used. But also finding truth in its words. They knocked and entered when they heard Dumbledore's voice grant them access. The old man himself was seated behind his desk, scrolling through a large pile of parchment in front of him. They took seats, wondering what was to come.

Dumbledore raised his head, and gazed at them with sad, defeated blue eyes. He sighed.

“Voldemort's attack has severely affected our world. Many students, teachers, Aurors and Order Members were lost in the battle last week. But it has made us stronger, as I will keep saying. You, Harry” Harry raised his eyes, “have surprised us all once more, as have you, Hermione, and you, Ron. Your friendship has affected the outcome of this war greatly. Without you two, Harry would not have stood to face the power of Voldemort and would not have been able to find Ashir in time. You three will receive Awards to the School, but unlike any have received before. I know both Harry and Ron have received Awards to Services to the School in your second year, but these will be much greater. You will receive The Award of Unity,” Hermione gasped, Ron and Harry just looked confused.

“The Award of Unity is given when there is a time when a group of friends work together to achieve a common goal that would save lives or the school. You have achieved both of these things, while surviving in the end. No one has made me as proud as I am now. You three remind me so much of James, Sirius and Lupin it is uncanny. Many more lives would have been lost if not for you three,” at that moment there was a swishing sound and green flames leapt form the fire, startling the three friends, but Dumbledore smiled and stood, clapping his hands together.

“Oh good, Ashir, you made it!” Ashir Dire stood in the circular office and a powerful radiance seemed to shine from his raven blue hair and his blue-green eyes. Harry noticed the mans ears, for the first time. They were elongated and pointy, the ears of an Elf. He smiled forcefully and shook Dumbledore's hand before turning to Harry, catching him very unawares, by bowing. Then clasping both Harry's hands in his own, nodding quickly.

“We meet again, Harry Potter.” He said, and then nodded to Ron and Hermione, before swiping a hand and conjuring an emerald green armchair and sitting in it. Ashir's dark blue, tinted green eyes were hollow, noticed Harry. Before hand they had been alive and full of energy, except for a small sign of sadness. But they were still brave and strong, full of hope.

“I have come to a decision, Albus.”

“So you have, Ashir!” Dumbledore answered, sitting back down. Harry and the others' eyes were fixed interestingly on the Elf before them.

“I will fight on the side of the light. I will help Harry fulfill the Prophecy. I owe it to all that were lost. I owe it to my brother.” Dumbledore nodded.

“And of the others?” he asked. Ashir smiled the first true smile Harry had seen before the battle.

“They feel the same as i. They wish to help to defeat the dark and allow light to bloom. They believe the time has come for the Elves to help humans. The immortal to help mortal. Not many of my kind are left, but what are still on this plane will come to your service and will help Harry conquer over Tom Riddle. Abagale will not return. Her power has gone, but her love for me will not fade. By that power to have me, she managed to live on and resurfaced in this time. She went after Harry because of Voldemort and knew that our paths would cross in the future, as she was correct.”

Dumbledore nodded, as did Harry. Ron was looking blankly at the desk; his brain seemed to be working through something. Hermione, however, was staring at Ashir, awe on her face.

“You're an Elf?!” she blurted going slightly pink when Ashir smiled. Hermione had been lying on the ground when Ashir had shown his true form on the night of the Hogwarts Battle, she hadn't known of Ashir's heritage.

“Yes, I am an Elf.” Ashir answered, turning his gaze to Harry and his friends, then onto the table where three plaques and medals had appeared from Dumbledore's drawer. He held one plaque in his hand and read the inscriptions, a large grin appearing on his face.

“The Award of Unity. This is a very high standard award to get. I can not remember the last time this was given. You have made a great decision, Albus!” The elf answered, placing the commemorative inscription back upon the mahogany table and turning his head to the headmaster, who was smiling proudly at the trio of friends.

“You two may return to your Dormitories if you wish, I would like a talk with Harry alone if you don't mind?” they didn't mind, so they stood. With Hermione kissing Harry softly on the cheek, causing his face to blush slightly. Once they had left the office and the door had slid back into place, Dumbledore sighed.

“Your friendship has helped the school greatly. I have to say I'm extremely proud of the way you handled things that day, Harry. In front of Voldemort, I thought you would show fear and possibly nerves. But you showed me wrong. Instead you stood your ground, facing him like your father would have, like the man you are. The power was hard to miss emanating from you, Harry. Not just magic from anger, but from revenge. Voldemort has heart you too many times, and he knew it when you faced him. Even I could see the surprise and fear in his eyes. That night, when he marked you his equal, I don't think he knew what he was getting himself into.

“I believe you have inherited not just your eyes form your mother. Your ability to stand up to your fears comes form Lily, and the way you would sacrifice your own life for another comes form both, Lily and James and even Sirius. They all shown from you that night, the night you faced Voldemort and revealed the boy he has to defeat. I think he will have a hard time trying to get you to fall. I believe after another year of fierce training, and in time, the world will be released form the power of Voldemort and will be free once more.

“Since you inherited a particular home at the beginning of this year, I believe you will be pleased to know that your mother's love has been transferred to its walls, meaning,” Harry drew his breath, “that you will not have to return to your relative's house this year.”

“Are you serious?” Harry said loudly, his hopes rising steadily. A smile crept onto Dumbledore's wizened face, and his head nodded in a silent `yes'. Harry whooped with joy, forgetting for a moment that Grimmauld Place was Sirius's former home and remembering that he was finally leaving the solitary life of being the Dursley's slave and going to be free.

“Of course, we will still have the order meetings, if you don't mind, Harry?” Harry shook his head, a huge grin spread across his face. “Now, I believe you should be getting to bed, I'm sure Ron and Hermione would like to know what I have said, and” he added, picking up the medals, “be sure to deliver these to their rightful owners! The plaques will be placed in the trophy room early tomorrow morning so everyone will be able to see what friendship really means. Goodnight, Harry!” With that, Harry said goodbye to both his headmaster and Ashir, grabbing the medals and stumbling out of the room and down the stairs.

When he entered the common room, he spotted Ron, Hermione and Ginny seated in armchairs around the fire. He stepped to walk towards them but he felt a hand clasp around his wrist. He turned to face Parvarti Patil; her eyes looked red and watery. Lavender was standing behind her a few meters back, her eyes full of sympathy.

“He-hello, Harry. I just want-want to say, thanks for-for being there for me when-when…………” she let out a strangled sob as Harry pulled her into an awkward hug. He knew what she was thanking him for. When Harry had come across Parvarti with her dead sister he had done just what he was doing now, he comforted her. She pulled away, her face red and wet from her sad tears, Harry's shoulder wet. He wiped away a tear that was about to drip from her nose, and smiled sympathetically.

“Its alright, its going to be ok,” she smiled slightly, before being pulled into Lavenders arms, who was smiling at Harry, her own eyes spilling tears of misery. When he seated himself next to Hermione before the fire, he felt terrible. The news of leaving the Dursleys had made him the happiest he'd been since the attack, but Parvarti's tears made his heart drop. So many people had died and suffered because of Voldemort. He felt Hermione's eyes boring into his own. He looked up and smiled sadly. She returned it, leaning into him and kissing his hand which had draped around her shoulders.

“Its ok, Harry,” she said softly gazing into his emerald eyes lovingly. “Although she has lost a sister and apart of herself, she will be ok. It ahs made her believe in what you must do, in what, we all have to do to defeat Voldemort.” At her words, Harry visibly grew calm and peaceful, even Ron seemed to deflate, not even wincing at Voldemort's name. He caught Hermione and Harry's startled gaze and shrugged bravely.

“Now that I've seen Voldemort face to face and even felt his power, I know he's just a man and his name is just a name, after all.” he smiled. Harry had never heard such words form his best friend, such words that were strong, brave and full of truth. Because Ron was right. Voldemort was just a name and he was just a man. Hermione sniffed slightly, Harry looked down to see a few silent tears streak down her cheeks. He was startled.

“Mione, what-?” but she had quickly jumped up and grabbed hold of Ron's arm and dragged him down to the couch next to Harry and wrapped him in a hug. Harry smiled greatly, patting his friend on the shoulder. Ron was slightly red, but returned Hermione's hug none the less. At that moment there was a blinding flash. The three friends looked up to find Colin Creevy with his well known camera clasped in his hands and a small smile on his lips.

“For old times!” he said, before taking the photo slide and placing it on the desk next to him. Then he walked away. Harry stood and walked to the desk. The photo on it was not moving like wizard's photos, but was just normal. Harry grinned and picked up the still photograph of him and two friends. Once he was back on the couch with Hermione and Ron leaning in to have a look at the now formed photo.

“You have to get that one copied, Harry!” said Ron, grinning. Harry nodded. Hermione, however, pulled out her wand. “Twice Facsimile!” she said, a white beam hitting the photo. It glittered for a few moments before splitting into three identical pictures. Harry passed one to Hermione and the other to Ron, who was grinning in awe.

“Thanks, Mione!” he said, staring happily at the photo.

“This one goes straight into my album!” said Harry, finally having a piece of his friends to carry with him everywhere.

“Hey guys, guess what?” Harry said grinning. “What?” they said in unison.

“I get to leave the Dursleys, I get to leave the Dursleys, I get to leave the Dursleys!” he said in a sing song voice. Hermione squealed and kissed him happily on the cheek. Ron grinned.

“That's great, mate! To Grimmauld Place?” he asked in a low whisper. Harry nodded. Nothing could stop the feeling of happiness that was swelling in his chest.

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The Leaving Feast was taking place at the moment. Behind the teachers table, where the usual winning house's colors were displayed, were many black drapes, much like the ones used for the feast two years ago when Cedric had died. The people that had survived the fight where spread about the hall, no one was worrying about house tables tonight. Draco Malfoy was sitting alone at the Slytherin Table, Crabbe and Goyle were sitting further away form him with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He was looking pale and clammy. One arm was lightly wrapped in a bandage and a thing, hardly visible scar was running under his chin. His eyes lingered on Harry's for a moment. The usual sneer and hateful gaze didn't come. He merely nodded slightly, and turned his eyes to the table.

Hagrid was sitting in his usual seat. He had been released form the Hospital Wing before Harry. The trio had visited him many times in his cabin. His large, severed foot had been sown back into place; a scar marked where it had been taken. A large grin appeared under his scruffy beard and a huge hand waved down at Harry, who smiled and waved in return. Ashir Dire was sitting in Tyson's seat beside Dumbledore, his gaze turned to the ceiling, and he was back in his human form. Many people were not their usual, fun loving selves that night. Colin Creevy and Dennis were sitting quietly just down from Harry. Ron and Hermione sat on either side of Harry, Ron in a quiet conversation with Dean and Seamus. Hermione was talking to Ginny, who was pale and her eyes were red. Parvarti and Lavender were sitting together, Parvarti clutching a Ravenclaw scarf, tears dropping to the wooden table.

Harry sighed heavily and turned back to the teachers table just as Professor Dumbledore stood, gaining immediate silence from the students and teachers. He smiled sadly, gazing over the grief struck hall.

“Another year has gone, a year like none other. Voldemort has once again struck at our hearts and torn away about of ourselves. Many lives were lost, many families broken,” his eyes lingered on Parvarti Patil, “We will never forget the Battle of Hogwarts as long as we may live and we will never forget the heroes who died fighting. Although we have won the battle, the war is still coming. This is just the start of what is to come. Many more hearts and spirits will be broken before Voldemort is stopped,” his twinkling blue eyes rested on Harry. “But it will only make us stronger. All of you fought, and all of you are heroes. Even those who died fighting, there spirits will live on inside us forever and inside these halls, inside this school. We will remember them as heroes as they helped win with us. Do not forget the ones that died. Do not forget the heroes. Do not forget yourselves!” With that, the hall broke into applause. Many faces were wet with tears, many eyes were red. Although the faces were sad and miserable, they shown with determination. Determination to finish what was started, to finish the Second War.

The plates filled with food, the tables groaned with new weight. Ron's cooped a bit of everything, but didn't stuff his face as usual. He was eating small bits at a time, a smile on his lips. Hermione was nibbling on a piece of bread roll, her eyes resting on Harry, who was playing with his food. Dumbledore's words struck him in a way he couldn't imagine. He now understood what he needed to do, and when. Now was the time to act and fight back. He knew he had to defeat Voldemort, but in his heart, he never registered what it would actually mean. Now it made sense. He may not survive the final confrontation with the Dark Lord. But he knew one thing. He'd take Voldemort down with him.

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Their bags were packed, their pets were locked away in their cages and every face was changed. Last year, when they had departed form Hogsmeade Station on the train, only Harry was truly devastated, having lost his godfather. But now, everyone was sad and depressed. The train ride home was quite strange. There were no visits from the Slytherin crowd and no happy laughter drifting down the halls. Everyone was mulling over the years events in their heads. Harry was staring blankly from the window as Rona and Ginny played a silent game of Exploding snap. Hermione was reading a revised edition of Hogwarts: A History, with Crookshanks purring sleepily on her lap.

As the train pulled into Platform Nine and Three Quarters and everyone jumped of the train with their trunks, Harry was pulled aside when he stepped upon the platform. He looked up into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. They were not holding anger or hate, but confusion and grief. He was struggling to get the words form his mouth that he wanted to say, so he just said it plainly.

“I'm not sure why you saved me, Potter, but-but, thanks!” he said softly, running a finger along his neck scar self-consciously. Harry smiled slightly.

“No problem, Malfoy, that's what i do!” With that he turned to go but Draco pulled him back. He sighed and held out a hand which was shaking slightly. Harry grinned and shook it, nodding.

“This is just a handshake of understanding, Potter. It's not like we're gonna be-!” But Harry cut him off.

“-friends, but it's just to say thanks, and by the way,” Harry added, “not bad for a half-blood, was it?” Harry said, grinning. Malfoy smiled slightly.

“Not bad at all, Potter!” with that they went their separate ways, Harry to the awaiting Weasley party and Malfoy to his waiting mother.

“How are you, Harry dear?” asked Mrs. Weasley pulling him into a hug.

“I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley!”

“I was so worried when a received an owl from Professor Dumbledore, even though he said you were all alright I was so, so worried!” Harry smiled and let him self be directed through the barrier to muggle Kings Cross. Outside the platform was a small group of people. Remus Lupin was standing between Tonks and Moody. The Grangers were standing of to the side a bit, looking nervous, but happy when Hermione ran up to them.

“How are you, Harry?” asked Lupin, pulling him into a fatherly hug.

“I'm good, Moony, yourself?” he said. Lupin smiled. “I'm great now, Harry!”

“Wotcher, Harry!” greeted Tonks, ruffling his hair with a hand. Her hair was sandy blond a shoulder length today. On leaving, Hermione wrapped Harry in a large, bone crushing hug, which he returned lovingly. They shared a goodbye kiss and parted.

“I'm coming over to stay soon, Harry! Just as soon as I spend some time with my parents! See you later, Harry!” she disappeared into the afternoon sun.

“Yeah mate, we're coming over soon, we just have to get a few things sorted out then we'll be straight there! Catch ya later, mate!” said Ron, stepping back to let his mother hug him followed by Ginny, who kissed him nervously on the cheek. Bill was there also and shook his hand brotherly. They too disappeared to the front of the station leaving Harry and the order members alone.

“Ready to go, Harry?” asked Lupin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Sure am!” answered Harry, his mood extremely light. They left through the front doors into the setting sunlight. With Tonks tripping over the sidewalk and Moody examining a small girl closely with his hidden magical eye, Harry was the happiest he could be leaving his only true home with a group of people he could easily call, his `family'.

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So is the end of Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Two!!! I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I have loved writing it! Please review and tell me what you think and if i should write a sequel. You can also give me suggestions what should happen as well, if you like, just to help me plot the story!!! Thank you all so much, you're the best!

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