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Chapter Twenty-One~*~Prophecy


Sirius stared in horror as Heather began to chant something. He tried to listen, but it was so quiet. He lifted Heather into his arms, and yelled for James and Lily. They practically leapt off their brooms.

“What’s wrong? Heather!” Lily said frantically, seeing her best friend dangling with her eyes bright and her mouth moving frantically in a hurried whisper. She leaned closer trying to hear what she was saying. Was it in a different language?

“What is she doing?” James said, nervously.

“She’s having a vision, I think...” Sirius said uncertainly. “Heather? Can you hear me?” he said, his voice shaking slightly. She had been like this for at least five minutes! He shook her small frame, but her head simply wobbled back and forth. He laid her on the ground, holding her freezing hands tightly. His heart pounded. What if she didn’t wake up?! “Heather...please wake up...” he whispered to her forgetting that James and Lily even existed. They didn’t seem to mind, though, they just stood there, watching in horror and confusion.

Suddenly, Heather lurched up, and began yelling in Sirius’ face. “THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...” she said frantically. Then she seemed to wake up. She looked around, and then moaned in realization. She had just had another vision. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her head. She looked up at Sirius and realized she was laying in his arms on the ground. He was saying something to her, but she couldn’t hear. All she could see was his mouth moving quickly. She saw Lily and James then, and they looked extremely relieved. They were also talking to her. It was as if somebody had hit the mute button. All she could hear was the soft echoes of the information that had just been crammed into her head. What had that been? Her head reeled as she tried to make sense of it all...

“Heather! Can’t you hear me?!” Sirius yelled. He saw her look up at him oddly. “HEATHER!”

Heather stared up and tried to concentrate on what he was saying. Why couldn’t she hear? But then she heard a faint noise. At first she thought it was the odd voice speaking again, but as she listened harder, she heard that it was Sirius. It sounded as if she was underwater. “I can hear you!” she yelled as loud as she could.

Sirius practically leapt off the ground in shock. She had just bellowed loud enough to wake the Mer-People. “You can hear me? Why are you yelling?” he asked her.

Heather strained her ears, but he was talking too quietly, and she was only able to hear the last bit of his sentence. “Sirius! I don’t know why! I can’t HEAR YOU!” she bellowed. “YELL LOUDER!”

“HEATHER! WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU!” he yelled to her. She nodded, apparently able to hear.

“I’M NOT SURE,” she yelled. Sirius nodded, and held her hand in a motion that was meant to calm her. He stood up, and helped her to stand. Her legs were wobbly, and the world seemed to spin. Her ears throbbed. Would she be deaf forever? Sirius steadied her with his hands around her small waist. But a new fear entered Heather’s heart. What if that voice she had heard had permanently damaged her ears? Maybe it was too loud, or too high pitched, and it had done something to her eardrums. She looked around her in fear. Would she ever heal?

Sirius saw the fear etched in her face. “WE ARE GOING TO TAKE YOU TO DUMBLEDORE, HE WILL FIX YOUR EARS. IT’S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT!” Sirius said as calmly as he could for somebody that was screaming at the top of his lungs. Heather nodded and put on a brave smile. Sirius held her closer, noting how she tried to remain calm. He couldn’t believe how well she was handling this. If it had been him in her position, he would have panicked completely. Or he would have pulled out his wand and started cursing everything in sight.

“You don’t have long to wait, Mr. Black,” a calm voice said. Sirius saw Albus Dumbledore standing before them. He nudged Heather and she looked up. Upon seeing Dumbledore, her face changed from lost and scared to relieved and assured. Dumbledore saw her pale complexion, and frowned, his blue eyes dull, as if the twinkle had been permanently smothered. “Is everything quite alright?” he asked.

Heather looked up at Sirius, unable to hear a word Dumbledore had said. Sirius nodded reassuringly. “Professor, Heather can’t hear you. Something just happened, she...well...I don’t know exactly how to explain it,” he said uncertainly.

“There hasn’t been a fight? Nobody has hexed her, have they?” Dumbledore said, looking oddly at Heather. Sirius shook his head. Dumbledore walked over to Heather and looked straight into her eyes. Heather felt suddenly as if she had known the old man her whole life, a rather impressive feeling having only seen Dumbledore in person once.

“No...it can’t be...” Dumbledore said, his mouth cutting a sharp half circle across his face. “I will need complete silence, if you please,” Dumbledore said. Heather didn’t know what he was saying, but she saw everybody nodding stiffly. Then, oddly, she heard his voice inside her head. She stared at his mouth, but saw that it wasn’t moving.

“Heather, what has happened?” he asked. “Talk to me with your thoughts.” Heather’s eyes were wide with shock.

Sirius stared in apprehension. He wanted so badly to ask what was happening. How long did Dumbledore need silence? He didn’t understand how concentration would be needed for Dumbledore to stand there doing nothing.

“I will require quiet please, Mr. Black,” Dumbledore repeated the order gravely, as though reading his mind. Sirius frowned at the odd behavior of Dumbledore. He was usually quite easy-going. Now he was very tense, and seemed very upset about something.

“I’m...well. I’ve been having visions. I think I might be some sort of a seer or something,” Heather thought frankly. She wondered if Dumbledore had heard her when he nodded.

“I admit to knowing of this, but I did wonder why you never came to tell me,” his voice resounded sadly in her head.

“You knew?” Heather thought incredulously.

“Indeed. A Headmaster knows nearly everything that goes in his school. Or should, in my opinion. I’m afraid I must ask what sort of vision did this to you, so that I may know how to fix it,” he said as though bracing himself for something.

“So you can fix it?” Heather thought relieved. “Well, I was playing Quidditch, and then I kind of fell into a dream, like always. But this one was different. There were no people, and I was just transported to this odd little room. I’m pretty sure that’s irrelevant though. Anyways, there was this terrible voice, and it told me something that seemed very important. I felt like it was being burned into my memory. I can still remember it perfectly...”. She took a deep breath and watched Dumbledore closely. He seemed to be thinking hard.

“Heather, I’ll need you to tell me what you heard,” he said soothingly. “I must know if you heard what I think you heard...” Heather repeated the dream’s words to Dumbledore. When she was finished he didn’t move, but stared in fear.

“I’m sad to say that this is not the first time I have heard that today...” he said, this time aloud. “In fact, that is why I came to get you all.”

Sirius stared in confusion. “Can you fix her hearing?” he said rather frantically. Dumbledore smiled for the first time.

“I believe I can, Mr. Black,” and he waved his wand. Heather suddenly was overwhelmed with noise. The wind, breathing, her heartbeat...

“I can hear again!” she said happily. She leapt at Sirius, hugging him tightly in relief. Dumbledore stared at them smiling sadly.

“What’s wrong, Professor?” Lily asked, concerned. The others focused their attention on the Headmaster.

“I’m afraid that what Heather just witnessed, or heard I suppose, was The Prophesy.”

“The Prophesy?” James snorted. Dumbledore’s distant gaze stopped his grin. He became somber.

“What’s the Prophesy?” Sirius asked.

“I’m afraid that matter will not be discussed here or now. Please follow me to my office, Lily and James.”

“I want to know what I just heard!” Heather said indignantly. She immediately regretted doing so. She couldn’t believe she had just spoken like that to Albus Dumbledore, the most famous wizard next to Lord Voldemort! He turned, but she saw that he looked pleased.

“Good. Come along,” he said.

“And what am I? A sack of beans? I’m coming too!” Sirius said. Dumbledore made no argument, so he caught up with Heather. Before long they were inside Dumbledore’s sizable office. Heather stared in awe, having never been inside before. She saw a large phoenix in one corner, and smiled at it, stroking it’s feathers.

“That is Fawkes,” Dumbledore explained. He sat down behind his desk. “Please have a seat,” he said, motioning to the chairs. Heather noticed that two of them were still empty.

“Why are their two empty seats?” Sirius asked, noticing this as well. His question was answered, however, as the door opened, and Professor McGonagall entered. Trailing curiously behind her were Alice and Frank.

“Sit!” McGonagall said stiffly. Her lips were a tight line, and Heather knew something was definitely wrong. Alice looked questioningly at Heather, who shrugged. McGonagall went to stand in a corner, folding her arms, and looking anywhere but at the students before her.

“Now, I don’t wish to inconvenience anybody, but as you know, I’ve been looking for a Divination teacher. Some parents have complained about the lack of specific subjects in this school, that being the main one.” There was a loud sniff of disapproval from McGonagall. Lily rolled her eyes too.

“So you brought us all here to meet our new Divination teacher?” James said confused. Dumbledore chuckled sadly.

“I wish that were the case, Mr. Potter. No...no, what I have for you today is most important,” and with that he stood up. He walked to a shelf and picked up a large, wooden basin. Heather stared as she recognized what it was. “Do you all know what this is?”

“It’s a pensive!” Lily said aghast. Dumbledore nodded, pulling out his wand.

“I have a particular memory that I must show you,” he said. He placed the wand tip to his temple and pulled a silver string from it, as if pulling off a strand of liquid, sliver hair. He placed the quivering memory into the basin, and twirled it slightly with his wand. The he sat back, his face somber, and the tips of his finger touching lightly. At first nothing happened and Sirius looked at the other students to see what their reactions were, but after awhile, the liquid memory began to swirl into the shape of a woman. Not just any woman, but a very odd looking woman. She looked like a flashy, gauzy beetle, with eyes twice the normal size. She spun around, and her eyes were glazed over, much like Heather’s had been. Except that this woman was able to stand.

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...” she said. Heather stared as she realized that she and this woman had had the same vision.

“When did she see this?” Heather asked anxiously.

“Around the same time you did, I imagine. I returned to Hogwarts immediately after hearing this,” he said sadly.

“What does it mean?” Lily asked. “What does this have to do with all of us?” Dumbledore didn’t answer, but put the pensive away.

“I’m afraid, Lily, that this has to do only with Alice, Frank, James and yourself,” he said, after sitting down.

“Those who thrice defied...” Alice said, remembering the three times she and her family had dealt with Voldemort. James and Lily also looked nervously at each other. Had they defied him three times? They both knew the answer: Yes.

“No, that can’t be,” Frank said lightly. “I haven’t defied him three times. Only twice.”

“I’m afraid that’s not true. The first time happened when you were but a boy, you wouldn’t remember,” Dumbledore said.

“How could I have fought him as a boy?” he said.

“It was you who were able to get to the phone, Frank. You called Alastor Moody. Do you remember?” Dumbledore asked softly, as if talking to a child. Frank’s eyes widened with realization. Dumbledore chuckled. “Oh, I remember how terrified he was when the telephone rang. I had convinced him that not only wizards needed to get a hold of him. Muggles in a wizard family would need an Auror too.... He told me after wards that he had nearly broke it in his hurry.”

“Yeah...I remember...he was yelling through it,” Frank said with a bitter laugh. Dumbledore sighed, remembering how Frank’s mother hadn’t made it through the torturing. By the time Moody had gotten there, Caroline Longbottom was already dead.

“She died well,” Dumbledore said sadly.

“Nobody dies well,” Frank snapped. “Dying isn’t something you can do well. It’s death.”

“To the well organized mind, death is but the next big adventure,” Dumbledore said. Frank said nothing.

“I still don’t understand what that thing was about,” James said, rather stupidly.

“That was The Prophesy. And I’m sure that most every true seer in the world saw it. Most won’t understand it. Even Trelawny didn’t understand it. In fact, I’m not sure she even remembered it,” Dumbledore said as an after thought.

“Why is it that I remembered it? And why didn’t she fall over and stuff like I do?” Heather asked.

“You are a more advanced seer than she is. She couldn’t remember because she has not enough Seer in her. As for why you lost control of your body, that will come with practice. I’m sure you’ve noticed how much better you’re handling them. You don’t get sick anymore. In fact, if this vision hadn’t been such a powerful one, I’m sure it wouldn’t have effected you at all afterwards,” he said calmly.

“Does this mean that my mother was a seer?” Heather asked.

“No. Being a seer has nothing to do with blood. Being a seer is a completely random occurrence. Healers all over the world are still trying to understand why. I’m sure there is a section on it in the Department of Mysteries as well,” Dumbledore said. “About this Prophesy, it’s quite obvious that none of you realize how serious this is.” Everybody looked at each other. “Lily and James, you are now married, correct?”

“Well, pretty much, yeah,” James said, smiling at Lily.

“Are you aware that you asked Lily to marry you at the exact moment Frank asked Alice?” Dumbledore said. There was a long silence as everybody took in this information. “I assumed not. This is not coincidence.” Nobody moved. Dumbledore nodded sadly, realizing he now had everybody’s complete attention.

“This Prophesy states simply that either of your children will ultimately decide the future of the wizarding world,” Dumbledore said. Dead silence reigned again, but then James burst out laughing.

“This is ridiculous! How do you know that? Just because we have all fought Voldemort three times doesn’t mean anything! There are loads of people that have done that!” he said, waving his hand around in what appeared to be a strained attempt at carelessness.

“But very few who have survived,” Lily pointed out nervously.

“Yeah, well there are still a lot of criteria that we need to fill,” James said.

“He’s right,” Frank said. Dumbledore nodded.

“I do understand this...all I’m saying then is...be careful,” he said. “Now, I suggest that you get back to whatever you were doing. Just...keep this meeting in mind. This Prophesy is no game.”

A/N: This was an interesting chapter for me to write. I had fun thinking up what the reactions of the different people would be to hearing the Prophesy. Hopefully I got them acurately. The easiest , other than my OC's, was Frank's reaction. I felt that I had a lot of room to breath with his character. JKR didn't exactly stamp out his personality already, so I was able to make up his response without trying to stick to a certain type of character. The hardest to write was Lily and James. I didn't know which should be more worried, and if James would continue to be careless and nonchalant, or if he would grow a serious side and learn to grow up a little. And then with Lily, I didn't know if I should show a more vulnerable, less certian side of her or not...Oh well, hopefully I wrote this to your liking! As always, Reviews are appreciated beyond beliefe.Thanks to everybody who reviews regularly=))

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