Remembered Prophecy

Remembered Prophecy.

Chapter 01.

It was night, and it was cold, very cold, it was the 25th of September 1980 and the autumn was in its full glory, the trees were showing a brownish shade of gold and storms raged all over the British nation.

In a not so well know town, in the part of Britain not know to most people, several wizards were gathering for a very secret meeting.

The house they met in was a small cottage, with a very old grass roof, the chimney billowed smoke in grey and black hues and the illumination from the windows gave a soft orange glow to the already fallen leafs on the ground.

In the middle of the living room was a grand table, perfectly round and perfectly polished, it was the only thing in the house that looked new, all other furniture had an old worn look to them, not that it made the house look uninhabited, on the contrary it gave the house a feel of home, the home everyone knows, like visiting your grandparents and knowing where the candy was hidden, hearing children playing at Christmas unpacking presents and squeaking in delight. The home where memories was fond and you had a smile on your face remembering it.

Around the table sat ten wizards in deep conversations, you could hear them mumble and gesture vividly with their hands as the talks continued.

Suddenly one more wizard came into the room, his robes were a deep blue with silver streaks to it, he had a pointy hat on his head and his silver beard blended perfectly with the streaks on his robes.

The wizard was obviously very respected by the others as all conversations immediately stopped and all of them looked at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“It has happened” He said in a soft whisper “The prophecy has come true”

Conversations immediately started again but more vigorous than before, and the wizard waved his arms to silence them again.

“This is what we have been waiting for, my friends, now we have to decide what to do about it” He said in a clear voice “We need to make a decision now as to how to mask it to our enemy until we can put the prophecy into full use, I have an idea how to do it, but it will require our complete devotion and care to succeed”.

One of the wizards sitting raised his hand.

“Yes, professor Snape?” The man asked.

“Headmaster, could you tell us what your idea entails, please?” Snape said.

Dumbledore smiled at Snape and began to explain his idea, the twinkle in his eye was greatly magnified by the roaring fire and shadows danced around the whole room as he continued explaining with gestures and smiles. The wizards sitting first showed interest but as the explanation continued the faces of interest turned to surprise and then to shock and disbelief.

“My good!” one of the witches said with shock in her voice “I…I...I cannot believe it…... that this is going to happen?”

“Believe it, professor McGonagall, it will be as I explained, that is why we have to start making preparations to begin our task after this meeting, we must not spare one minute just to be sure that Voldemort does not get wind of this.” Dumbledore insisted with a strong voice.

The only sound was the crack and pops from the fire and the strong wind blowing at the shudders outside in the dark night. The faces of all the wizards bore a deep expression of worry and fear, as all of them contemplated the decision and repercussions of it, if indeed they decided to go ahead.

One of the wizards, a young man with raven black hair and a pale face stood up and said in a clear voice “If indeed my son is part of this prophecy then I will do anything in my power to make sure he is ready when the times comes to stand face to face with his destiny, even if it requires the actions we agree to here.”

“Please honey, you know I feel the same as you”, a young woman said as she put her hand on his arm reassuringly, she was red haired and her eyes were as green as the forest on a clear summer day with a glimmer to them, “We will do as you say, Headmaster”

“Thank you Lily and James, I trust you with this task and we will help as much as is possible” Dumbledore said as he smiled to her and James then turned to the remaining wizards. “So, everyone, are we all clear on what we have to do?”

All of the wizards each gave a nod to Dumbledore as he looked at them one after another.

“Good, so lets get started, James and Lily I will come with you to make sure it is done so it works permanently, and you professor McGonagall, you will go and take care of the other part I trust?” He said with a smile.

“Of course Headmaster, it will be as you say” McGonagall said still a bit shaken, and disapparated on the spot.

Almost all of the wizards remaining apparated at the same time, making a noise like firecrackers being lit at the same time, and soon the only sound heard was the fire and a sigh from Dumbledore as he looked out into the night sky, the clouds were passing by at an astounding speed as the storm gained in force and the wind hurled the leafs around the house as if it was surrounded by a blizzard, a brownish golden blizzard.

“I hope by Merlin that this will work….” Dumbledore whispered to the window glass as his breath made a small foggy circle that quickly faded away. He turned around and with at pop, smile and a twinkle in his eye he disappeared.

The fire continued, smoke rising up the chimney out into the air, as the wind howled like a wolf calling out in the silent night.

Chapter 02.

Present day.

It was nearing the end of June, and the sun was shining through the windows at Privet Drive, people were standing outside chatting to each other while the children were having a water fight in the middle of the street, you could hear cries of terror while boys chased the girls around with water balloons and birds chirping in the trees. There was not a single wind blowing and the heat was beginning to take its told on the inhabitants of the street, only the children were not sweating, well at least not the ones drenched in cold water running around.

A very fat boy walked down the street with his hands firmly in his pockets of his mangled jeans, the size of the boy was enough that some people thought him to be a full grown man, a very fat, full grown man of course. Dudley had just been out with his gang, once again reigning terror on the kids around the neighbourhood, not the close one of course, no need to alarm his parents of his little escapades.

Dudley was about to walk into the house on Privet Drive number four when a water balloon came flying gracefully through the air and hit the back of his head with a loud sound, water splashing all over the top of his shirt and he gave out a yelp, holding out his arms and shaking from head to toe, he spun around searching for the culprit but all the children were gone, they had run the instant they saw Mark Evans threw the water balloon and he himself ran around the corner of the hedge without looking to see if his bomb had hit its target, but the loud yelp confirmed his great aim and he giggled silently to himself as he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

All this was totally oblivious to a young boy sitting in his room staring at a book in his hands. He was not a happy boy, you could see it in his face, how the eyes were glazed over and the dark circles beneath them was a sure sign that this boy did not sleep well and had been crying at some point. You would not think much of him at that point, but this boy was very special to thousands and thousands of people.

His name was Harry Potter and he was famous in the world of wizards. What made him special to all wizards was his defeat of the dark lord Voldemort when he was one year old, and for that he has been on the lips of almost all wizards in the world.

What really made him special to some very fortunate people was the fact that he was their best friend, those people were Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, his two best friends, they knew what kind of person he was, what kind of heart he had, what kind of mind he had and that he always were there for them, even in great danger.

But at this time, his two best friends was not on his mind, what were on his mind was the fact that he had just lost the person closest to him, his godfather Sirius Black, the notorious murderer of twelve muggle people whose deaths he was not responsible for, but for the majority of the wizard population they did not know this fact, only Harry, his two best friends, and a select group of people knew about his innocence, and now no one would know what kind of person he was, and had been for Harry.

His fathers closest friend, Harry had quickly come to love him like he was his father, and the precious time they had spend with each other would forever be carved into his mind as the greatest moments of being like a family.

But those times were in the past now, forever gone, but not forgotten as he remembered how he died.

Harry’s mind replayed the scene over and over again in his head, how Sirius disappeared through the veil in the Department of Mysteries.

“Sirius, I miss you…” he cried, and looked again at the picture of his parents wedding where Sirius was standing beside his father smiling madly and waving to the photographer, the faces of his mother and father became obscured a little by Harry’s tears running slowly down the picture.

Harry had been at the Dursleys for nearly 3 weeks now and the only thing he had done in that time was to go down and get some food, and then locking himself in his room.

Even though the Order still visited him from time to time, to the great regret of the Dursleys, he still had no clue as to what was going on in the world, what Voldemort was up to and if his friends was safe.

Even if Dumbledore had said that he would not hide anything from him, did not mean that the other members of the Order thought differently, so he never got any real information when they visited, only snippets and rumours and such, but that was not enough for Harry, he wanted to make sure that all of his friends were safe, but as long as they were somewhat connected to Harry they would be in great danger.

And that was the thing he had been worried about for the last week or so, how close it really came to them loosing their lives in the Ministry of Magic, seeing Hermione laying on the ground lifeless, how Luna flew through the air, and Ron acting weird while being devoured by the brains. All of the people he had brought along to save Sirius had in some way or another been harmed, only Harry had managed to escape without any real physical damage and that thought made him feel even worse.

In the back of his mind a voice told him that they wanted to be there with him, but he was ignoring that voice, and had been since his first ideas of how he could manage to protect them from harm.

So for days now he had been silently getting himself ready for one thing, to run away and stay away, hoping that with doing that he could somehow protect his friends.

He had written a letter to the Gringotts bank requesting that a substantial amount of his gold galleons was to be exchanged to muggle pounds, he wrote that he wanted 2000 pounds in 100 pound notes and they should be delivered to him via the ordinary muggle mail system just to be sure, besides Hedwig would have severe trouble flying with a heavy bag of money.

The money arrived the day before yesterday, upsetting Vernon so much that even his earlobes were beginning to show a reddish glow, Harry had to work one whole day in the garden just for that stunt. But he took the punishment in silent content, knowing that in just a few days he would be gone from here, for good.

The day approached and he was getting more and more anxious, worrying that something would go wrong, that Vernon might catch him and lock him in the cupboard, his old home for 11 years. Just the thought of that made his blood boil and his hands curl into fists.

“Sirius, I am leaving this stupid place now, and I hope you don’t think badly of me for doing what I am about to do” Harry whispered to the picture. In there, Sirius looked at him with a big smile and Harry thought he saw a slight nod, but when he blinked his eyes in disbelief the Sirius in the picture was looking at his mother and father saying something to them, then they all laughed.

He began to collect his things.

Harry had waited until the evening to escape, he watched from the window how everything slowly began to fade down, the children being called in for dinner and the light coming on the lamps all throughout the city, how the sun cast a faded red light all over the green trees and houses making very long shadows and the sound of cars gone.

Finally the sun went down and darkness spread, he decided that Hedwig had to fly off to Ron and stay at his place, but he had a hard time convincing her that he would eventually join them there, it was as if she could tell he was lying but at the end she hooted loudly and nipped his earlobe before flying out the window.

Harry stood there looking at the disappearing form of his most beloved pet, and a tear started to fall from his right eye.

“Goodbye Hedwig, have a nice life”, he turned away and opened the door.

He walked down slowly to the telephone and called the central for a cab, telling them not to use the horn to alert him, as he would already be waiting out by the street, it would be there in just 8 minutes he was told, and hung up the phone.

Just then he heard something creak behind him and he spun around.

“What were you doing talking on the phone at this time?” Dudley asked, while walking all the way down the stairs.

“That’s for me to know and for you to not care about” Harry said.

“I looked into your room” Dudley said with a smirk. “You are leaving, right?”

Harry just stood there looking at the boy who had been his own little Peeves for the last 15 years, but a lot more physical.

“But you were told to stay here at all times, I remember the weird guy with the weird eye saying that,” Dudley began.

“His name is Moody, and what do you care?” Harry snapped at him while pushing him away and walking up the stairs after his trunk and broom.

“You are right, I don’t care, what I care about is getting rid of you and everything about you” Dudley said as he slammed the door to his own room.

That was a nice goodbye even for him Harry mused as he gathered his belongs and went outside to wait for the cab.

Harry got into the cab and looked at the driver.

“Where to mate?” the cabdriver asked.

“Anywhere but here” Harry whispered.

“Excuse me?” the cabdriver turned around to look at him. “I did not get that”

“Oh sorry, just take me to 12 Grimmauld Place, it’s in London” Harry extended several 100 pound notes to the cabdriver.

“Holy cricket, well sure! Let’s get going then” the cabdriver had a smug smile on his face from getting all those money even if the drive would be a while.

Harry sat back, and looked behind him one last time, the look in his eyes told the whole story, pain because he had to live here, and relief for finally getting away from it. The memories of that place were something Harry planned to forget as soon as possible, it was never really a home in the right way of the word.

“Goodbye cold place” Harry whispered as the cab made a turn and Privet Drive disappeared forever from Harry’s sight

“What can I call my home now? maybe Hogwarts was my home but not anymore” He thought

His thoughts, the somewhat comfort of the backseat and the slow movement of the cab made his eyes close together and he drifted into a sleep.

Chapter 03.

Harry stood up after opening his eyes and realising he was sitting in a comfortable chair in a place he had no knowledge about.

He was standing in a room, it was quite a big room, the walls were filled with paintings, a large table with several chairs and a couch was to his right, and to his left was a huge desk, filled with parchments and quills, “Quills?” Harry thought, “Where the hell am I?” the desk also had several candles on it in different colours and it was a very dark brownish colour desk.

Harry was in the middle of investigating the candles and quills on the desk when he heard a noise behind him and he spun around quickly and almost lost his stance.

“Hello Harry, nice to see you again” Hermione said as she walked slowly towards him.

Harry was frozen on the spot, all his senses was completely out of order, except his sense of hearing and seeing.

The reason for Harry’s reactions towards his best friend, was not that she was with him in his dreams, or that she spoke to him, no the reason was that she was only wearing bra and knickers, black to be exact, nothing more. Harry could not stop looking at how the silky smooth cotton lay over her nicely curved breast and how they moved when she walked towards him, you could almost make out her nipples behind the blackness, and Harry’s eyes slowly went further down to her navel, just the sight of that gave him a shrill up and down his spine and his breath came out in shallow puffs.

He then looked into her eyes.

They had a twinkle he had never seen there before and he could not do anything other than stare and stare and stare.

“Do you like what you see?” She asked him with a very sexy smile, while walking closer and closer and…

“Blulbblalidkuiha” Harry said as he woke up, sweat running slowly down his forehead.

“What’s wrong Mr.? Are you okay?” the driver asked as he overtook another car on the freeway.

“Sorry sir, I…I…I just fell asleep and had a weird dream”, Harry explained while his breath became slow and even again.

Harry’s insides were in turmoil, the dream was still so vivid in his mind. He could still remember how her breasts slowly moved when she breathed and he could almost imagine how it would be like to touch them.

“STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!” He screamed to himself in his mind, “She is my best friend”

“What was happening here?” Harry thought, “This is something totally new and very weird, yeah that’s the word for it, weird….weird…but at the same time exciting” He could not stop a small smile escape his lips

“This is not what I need right now” he muttered, as he took out a parcel describing the different places to spend the night in the area of London, and came upon a Motel just 2 streets away from Grimmauld Place.

Harry then realised in a flash that maybe going to a place used by the Order would be quite stupid since his mission was to escape them all, he balled his fist and hit himself on the side of his head in frustration.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” He whispered with each blow to his head.

“Is something wrong Mr.?” The driver asked with a frown.

“Sorry sir, but I have changed my mind” Harry told the driver his new destination and said that he would pay the same amount, so the cabdriver did not care and drove on to this new place.

It was a very dark place, the lights from the street did not penetrate the motel grounds and the fixtures on the motel were very dirty, so the place was almost in complete darkness, Harry was standing at the check in counter waiting for some help, he pressed the counter clock but there was still no answer. He then decided to walk out to the still waiting cab to find a new place when a person spoke behind him.

“Good evening Sir, how may I help you?” A young girl inquired.

Harry jumped in surprise and that made the girl giggle a little.

“I’m sorry if I scared you Sir, but I was watching a program on the telly and…” She trailed off.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. I was wondering if you have a room available tonight?” He asked, dumping his trunk on the floor.

Looking around the office he noticed several old paintings on the wall, muggle ones of course, since Harry had come to know the wizard world paintings, the muggle ones never were quite as interesting anymore and he continued examining the room. In the corner stood a water dispenser, the ones made in cheap plastic, it was empty and looked like it was a long time ago someone could come up and lighten their thirst. Harry looked up at the girl as she opened a ledger.

The girl began to look through it and smiled at him, “Yes sir, we have a room, it’s up on the first floor, and the price for one night is twelve pounds” She said

Harry dug into his pocket and withdrew several notes from it, “Here you go, this should be enough for a while, right?” He asked her with a shy smile, “She is quite sweet this girl” He thought.

She looked at them and gasped.

“But sir, there’s got to be over 600 pounds here!” She said.

“I know, as I said I plan to stay here for a long time” Harry said with a wink.

“Aaah, I see…” She said with a smile, “Someone is running away I guess?”

“Something like that” Harry smiled back at her, and they walked up to his room.

“Nr. 34, sir, there is a soda machine down the hall if you want something to drink” The girl told him as he entered the room, “And there is a Burger King Restaurant just down the road to the left, so eating should not be a problem, if you want something other than fast food I think we have a place that serves Italian food, but it is quite expensive.” She gave Harry a cute smile and he could not stop returning it.

The room was a small one, but still larger than what he was used to at the Dursleys, the walls were very grey and boring but to Harry it was still an improvement, so his good mood did not go away and he even had a television, so the time here should not be too boring he hoped.

“I’m sorry miss, I never did ask you your name?” Harry said.

“The name is Mary, Mary Talden. And you are?” she asked.

“Harry Potter” He said as he looked intensely in her eyes.

She did not seem to recognise him, so he held out his hand to shake hers.

“Pleased to meet you” They both said at the same time. They looked at each other in surprise and then burst out laughing.

“This is weird” Harry thought, “I am having a great time with this girl, and I haven’t even known her for more than 10 minutes”.

Mary smiled at him and turned around to go.

Something in Harry just clicked, he could almost feel it and then he did something he had only done one time in his life, and that did not work out to well, but his thoughts were far from Cho at this moment.

“Wait” Harry said as he walked over to her, “Erh…maybe…I...mean”

He was actually sweating now and just one minute ago he did not feel this nervous, but damn it he would say it.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime? like I mean on a date?” He asked her and could feel his face heat up.

“Sure” She said and walking out and closing the door quietly.

“What the hell??” Harry said as he just stood there in complete shock, “Did she just say yes?” He thought with a growing smile.

And then it hit him, he had a date with a girl, a real date with a girl, a real, real date with a girl, a real, real, real date with a girl. Harry’s mind was stuck in repeat mode as he thought about what had just happened, this was something new to him, sure he had kind of dated Cho this spring but that had been with serious complications and he had also been occupied with thoughts on what Hermione wanted to tell him at the that meeting he had with her later on, besides he was well and true over that girl.

This was different, this was a girl he had just met, they did not know each other, she did not know is history, she did not know how famous he was, or even the fact that he was a wizard

After unpacking all his belongings he was so tired that he just collapsed on the bed in his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 04

He was back in the room again.

Harry spun around fast to see if Hermione would be there again walking to him but this time he was alone. He began to look more closely at the different furniture and paintings in the room and came upon one painting of a very tall and rigid man with a flourish beard, that curled up on the sides, the man was standing in a field of grass with trees behind him, you could make out several bushes to the left of him and to the right was a pond in the distance. What made him very interesting for Harry was the fact that the man was wearing robes, not normal everyday wizard robes but robes in the colours of Gryffindor.

“Hello my good man” The painting suddenly went to life and the man in the picture bowed slightly at Harry who had stumbled 2 steps back from the shock.

“Hello sir” Harry whispered while his heartbeat slowed down.

“And who might you be? my young friend” The man asked as he looked at Harry with a smile.

“Harry sir, Harry Potter” Harry said while bowing slightly as the painting had done.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Potter”, the man mused “I remember you now”

“You know me?” Harry asked.

“Why yes I do, I know both you and your friend” The man said.

“My friend Sir?” Harry was confused now “Who do you mean?”

“Her” The man said as he pointed behind Harry.

Harry turned slowly again and his eyes once again fell upon the almost nude Hermione walking around the table towards him, she was wearing the same bra and knickers from the last dream but this time she was slowly taking her hands behind her back as if to hide something from him.

Harry did not know what to do, he just stood there looking with very wide eyes.

The bra was released and it fell from down from her, agonizingly slowly, further and further down, until he could see the top of her left nipple and…

“UGH” Harry woke up with a jolt, as the sun shone into his eyes.

“What the hell is going on here?” Harry said a little unnerved as he got up.

Why was he dreaming of Hermione like that? he had no idea why that had started, and come to think of it, it began after he fled the Dursleys.

He took a shower since he had been sleeping in his clothes, and because of that and the dream and the sun, his clothes was drenched in sweat.

Walking down to the office he noticed Mary greeting a new guest and he remembered what he had asked her the evening before. Suddenly growing nervous again he walked up to greet her.

“Hello Mary” He said as he opened the door.

“Hey Harry” She said while looking at him curious. “Well?”

“What?” Harry asked. “Oh, oh yeah the date, well I thought we could go see a movie perhaps?”

“Sounds good to me” She said “but no horror movies, I hate those”

“Sure, we could just go down and see what they have, are there any theatres near here?” Harry asked.

“Yeah we have one just 5 streets off” She said, “We could go there tonight?”

“I’d love that” Harry said and blushed a little.

“Ok then, I am finished here at around 8 pm today, so just come down here at 8.15 pm, how does that sound?” She asked Harry as she put away the ledger.

“I will be here on the spot” Harry grinned and walked outside.

This was his first real good look at the place, it was not filthy as he had thought yesterday in the darkness of night, it was actually quite pleasant, the houses on the street at both sides of the motel were classy and nice, behind the houses there was a grand field were some children were playing soccer, Harry never really cared about that sport, he knew that a lot of people in England were crazy about it, he remembered even Dean Thomas was a fan of it and he smiled to himself of the memory of Ron discussing quidditch and soccer with Dean. He decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood, carefully avoiding the Grimmauld Place, you know, just in case.

Later on Harry got himself ready for the date and was now standing outside the office, the clock was 8.14 so he was on time.

“Hey Harry” Mary said as she came out of the office.

Harry was amazed at how beautiful she looked, she was wearing jeans that fit her perfectly and he could not stop himself from staring at her bum and how good it looked when she turned around to lock the door, she had on a nice shirt that showed her curves and Harry blushed at the sight of her almost visible breasts, she was not dressed as a whore or something like that, it was just that Harry had not seen someone dress like that before that his eyes just kept sneaking peeks at her bum and front, and when she turned to him to ask him a question he would blush badly and stumble over his words.

Finally they made it to the theatre and they decided to watch an action movie.

After the movie witch they both thought was a little over the top they walked back to the motel, talking about anything out of the ordinary, Mary expertly avoided talking about why Harry had decided to run away and he was grateful for her avoiding it.

When they came back to the office she turned to him.

“I had fun tonight Harry” She said in a low voice while looking down at the ground.

“Yeah me too Mary” Harry whispered as he himself looked up at the stars.

“Well maybe…maybe we should just say goodnight now?” She was actually blushing a little now and Harry could not stop himself from doing something stupid, he just took her hand and shook it.

“Thanks for tonight” He blabbered out and quickly backed away from her, with a surprised look on his face.

“Why did I just do that?” He thought as he looked at Mary, she herself had a slightly odd look in her eyes, she then smiled gracefully at him and walked in closing the door silently behind her.

Harry lay on his bed thinking about what he had just done, why did he not kiss her goodnight?, or just something better than shaking her hand, maybe a kiss on her cheek, anything would have been better, he could feel how embarrassed it had been and he still blushed thinking about it, it was a little weird though because he could swear that he had no control over his body at that precise time, it was as if something or someone other than him had extended his hand and shook hers.

Still feeling the blush on his face and thinking about the goodbye shake Harry slowly fell asleep in his bed.