Children of the Prophecy

There is no one in our world that does not know the story of Harry Potter. Few know of the prophecy that predicts his battles with Voldemort, but even less know the whole story.

With a Seer's prediction, Harry's fate was sealed even before he was born...

Four years have passed since Harry found out about the prophecy that clearly stated he was to kill or be killed. This man of twenty-one now has fought the Dark Lord ten times. The last battle, fought not to long ago, was the closest anyone has every gotten to defeat him. Barely alive, the Dark Lord once again slipped away, thanks to his loyal servant, Peter Pettigrew. Peter had taken the blow of the spell, leaving him dead and giving his master yet another chance to escape.

In the days following this battle, the Seer, Sibyll Trelawney, made yet another prophecy lying on her death bed. With her last draws of breath, she made a prophecy once again concerning Harry Potter.

'The one which was unclear will be bestowed worry yet a tremendous joy in coming time...the two and a third shall overcome that which is undiscovered and yet known at the same time.... but shall not be aware of the fear of the approaching shadow.'

As the last line was completed, the Seer drew her last breath and her spirit departed from her body to the unknown.

*** Chapter One ***

"What does it mean?" Harry Potter said pacing in his former headmaster's office.

"Harry, we're not sure about all of it, but we know it is about you," Albus said solemnly.

Harry looked around the room, trying to understand this strange prophecy. He was the one who was unclear, but what would bring him tremendous joy and worry at the same time? He thought about his wedding, but that happened a few months ago, this prophecy spoke of the coming future. The two and a third part might be he, Hermione and Ron, but he could not be sure. The only thing he was sure of was the threat of Voldemort. He sighed heavily and sat down in one of the chairs. "I suggest you go home and get some rest. I don't think you've slept at all this week," Albus said.

"Perhaps you're right, I do need some rest. Anyway, Hermione will be wondering were I am." Harry turned to leave and stopped, "If you find out anything, please, let me know."

"Of course."

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Harry walked up the porch stairs and entered his home. The warm smell of dinner filled the air and he walked into the kitchen. He walked behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled and kissed him. "So what's for dinner?"

"Pasta with meat sauce."

Harry smiled and gave his wife another kiss, "Good choice."

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After finishing dinner, Harry and Hermione made their way to the parlor. Hermione picked up a book while Harry watched some muggle news. While Harry was watching the news the anchor reported their top story; 124 people found dead in London. No signs of gunshots, stabbing wounds, no traces of blood anywhere, even the coroners cannot come up with a logical reason for these deaths. Harry could. It pained him to see all of the innocent deaths involved with this war; a war that not everyone new was going on.

Harry turned off the television and turned to his sleeping wife. She was the reason why Harry kept fighting, kept living. Without her, he would have given up years ago. This sleeping beauty was where he got his bravery, courage, and will to live. Hermione was the most intelligent, loving and kind person he knew, and he was determined to make sure she lived, no matter what it cost. He wanted nothing more than Hermione to be happy, and always thought she deserved better. He wondered above all why she would choose to live a dangerous life that could end at anytime. He begged her numerous times to go into hiding, but all times she refused. He wanted her to be safe, but she would have no part in it. She told him time and time again, 'If I can't live with you, there is no reason to live at all. That would mean Voldemort has won.'

As he had done numerous times before, he carried Hermione up the stairs, into their bedroom. He stood at the foot of their bed, watching as his true love slept and walked out onto the balcony. This is where he went to think. It was a quiet evening and the moon was glowing brightly in the night sky. Looking at the moon his mind drifted from the Prophecy to Remus. He hadn't seen Remus in two years, no one had. He silently hoped his surrogate godfather was alright. Shaking his head clear Harry stood against the railing and began to think about this strange prophecy. What did it mean? This question plagued him throughout the night and well into the next morning. As the sun found its place in the sky, he slipped into the bed and closed his eyes.

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