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Harry Potter and the Final Prophecy by Modern Marauders

Format: Short story
Chapters: 9
Word Count: 15,947
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence

Genres: Action, General
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, Neville, OC, Remus Lupin, Ron, Snape, Voldemort, Fred/George, Tonks, Luna, M. McGonagall
Pairings:

First Published: 05/24/2005
Last Chapter: 06/19/2005
Last Updated: 01/06/2006

Summary:
It's Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, and things couldn't get wierder. First, there's a new girl who seems to be worse than Malfoy, but somehow connected to Harry. A new prophecy that connects Harry and the new girl. A year full of new relationships, excitement, and mystery, by the end of it , Harry will have had no idea what hit him. Please read and review! my first fanfic, so it might not be that good. Over 1000 reads!


Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Searching for Comfort

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Standing up from the hard floor of Grimmauld Place, Harry shook his head to get rid of the familiar after feeling of traveling by portkey. He sighed and surveyed the room he was in. Harry looked around the enteranceway expecting to see Sirius greeting him.

"Harry!" He turned around to find the person that had shouted his name, and saw the bushy head of Hermione before he was envolped into a hug that reminded him of one of Mrs. Weasley's. "Are you alright? How are you coping?" she asked letting go of him. "Are you feeling alright? Have the Dursleys been-"

" Hermione, let him get a word in." Harry looked behind Hermione, and saw a smiling Ron leaning against the doorframe. "How are you mate?"

"Not bad, you?" Harry lied giving Ron a brotherly hug.

"Good. Look, Harry. Before you blow up at us, we really tried this time to get Dumbledore to cave in about the whole letter thing. So, don't get mad at us, okay?"

"I'm not mad. Really, not at all." Harry put on an extremely fake smile, and Ron smiled back at him.

"Great. Come on, let's go put your stuff in our room. There's an Order meeting in the kitchen, Ginny listening to it right now through the Extendable Ears in her room." Ron started walking up the stairs expecting Harry and Hermione to follow. As Harry was walking up the stairs, he noticed Hermione was staring at him oddly.

"What?" He asked, annoyed after about five minutes of staring.

"You can't fool me, Harry. What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.

"Noth-" Harry stopped when he saw Hermione give him the "don't-say-nothing-because-I-know-something's-wrong" look. "I'll tell you when we get to the room." Seeming satisfied with his answer, Hermione started walking a little faster to catch up with Ron.

The rest of the way up to the bedroom was in a comfortable silence between the three friends. When they finally got there, Harry put his stuff in front of his bed, and sat down on it. Ron and Hermione sat down on Ron's bed looking at him expectingly.

"Well, what is it?" Ron asked. Hermione angrily elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow! What was that for? You told me that he was going to-"

"Yes I did, but you don't have to ask him right away, he'll tell us when he's ready." Hermione snapped. Before Ron could fire back another retort Harry spoke up.

"Ron's right, I said I would tell you." Harry sighed, ready to tell them about the prophecy that had been in his thoughts all summer. "Remember when I went into Dumbledore's office, right after the Department of Mysteries?" The two of them nodded confused. "Well, Dumbledore told me about this prophecy." Harry paused looking up at Ron and Hermione, who where glued to their seats waiting to hear what Harry had to say next, he put his head down and recieted the prophecy. "It basicly said that, I have the power to defeat Voldemort, and-" He paused and looked up at his friends. "And that neither can live while the other survives. It's either muder or be murdered." Harry looked up at his two best friends to see blank expressions of their faces; as if the information hadn't fully registered with them yet. It took a few moments of silence until Hermione's eyes widened, and her mouth let out a small gasp.

"Oh, Harry." Hermione got up and threw her arms around him and started to cry into his shoulder. "I won't leave you during this fight, Harry. You can count on it. I'll always be by your side."

"Yeah, me too." The information had seemed to click with Ron, who got up and gave Harry a brotherly hug. "You can always count on us. We'll be there with you till the very end."

"Thanks." The three teens where sitting on Harry's bed, in a big group hug, when Ginny opened the door.

"Oh, sorry to interupt, but mum wanted me to tell you that dinner's-Harry!" Ginny exclaimed as Hermione and Ron pulled away from him. "It's great to see you! How are you? Why is everybody crying?"

"I'm alright, thanks. I think you might want Ron to tell you about that. I'm going downstairs to see everybody." Harry quickly hugged Ginny on his way out the door. After Harry closed the door, he breathed in deeply, happy to get that off his chest. Instead of going downstairs though, he went to Sirius' old room.

When Harry got there, he sat down on Sirius' old bed looking around the room. He leaned back in the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Although Harry had told Ron and Hermione,(and now Ginny knew also) he didn't feel as happy as he thought he would have. Harry hadn't told Ron and Hermione how he felt about it; it felt too personal to share with even his best friends.

'What I really need', Harry thought, 'is someone who understands me. Someone who I can talk to about everything. Who though?' As Harry lay pondering this for about a half hour, he realized that everyone might be looking for him. Harry got off the bed, and walked out of the room towards the kitchen.

When he entered, the room was dark, and he couldn't see a thing. When he flipped on the lightswitch, though, Harry got one of the best surprises of his life.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!" Everyone yelled. Harry opened his mouth in shock as he looked around and saw almost the entire Order, (minus Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape) the entire Weasley family, (except Percy) and Hermione.

"What's this?" Harry managed to gasp out.

"It's your birthday, have you forgotten?" Fred said in mock seriousness.

"No, I didn't, but what's all this?"

"You deserve a proper birthday for once." Mrs.Weasley said giving Harry a hug that beat all her others out by a mile.

"Thank you." He managed to gasp out through Mrs.Weasley's hug.

"Mum, let him breathe." Bill said laughing.

Mrs.Weasley let Harry go and he smiled at everyone. Everyone smiled back at him. Everyone looked as if there was no war going on, everyone looked so happy.

"Come on, lets open your presents." Mrs. Weasley said as she pushed Harry toward a table that looked like it would collaspe under the amount of weight that was on it.

"Here, this one's from us." Fred pushed an odd shaped parcil into his hands.

Cautiously, Harry opened the present finding samples of things that the twins sold in their joke shop: Ton-Tongue Toffees, a Portable Swamp, Skiving Snackboxes, Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, and much more.

"Wow. Thanks."

"We thought that they might come in handy." Fred said winking.

As Harry opened more of his presents he found out that he had gotten new books for the term, books to read for fun, quidditch things, a Weasley sweater, and many pictures. When Harry had opened all his presents, Mrs.Weasley brought out a cake that was litterly, almost bigger than Harry himself. Everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to him, and dug in to eat their cake.

Surprisingly, that day, Harry found the comfort that he had been looking for the whole summer.

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