Prophecy

Dumbledore and Moody entered the little cottage. Seeing the blood all over, Albus made some gestures with the death stick wand, silently casting some cleaning charms, some healing magic on my father, and a diagnostic spell for each member of my family. He stopped to look at me curiously.

"Whats your child's name young Atlanna?" Dumbledore inquired giving mother and I that patented grandfather like smile.

"Arthur Curry sir," my mother responded respectfully.

"Oh no need to be so formal my dear. Your husband has never seen fit to use any titles with me." He laughs patting my head.

My dad scowls at that comment, while I make sure to keep my eyes looking anywhere but his. 'I don't know what type of Dumbledore this is. Better to play it safe if he is the mind reading everyone type. I have read enough fan fiction to be weary of his abilities.'

My father says seriously "Joking aside, what is the threat to my family."

Albus nods "First let me ask what is Arthur's birthday."

Mother holds me in a protective embrace and says shakily "He was born at 11:45 pm on July 31st. What would that have to do with anything?"

"Oh dear, it is probably best if we take a seat so I can explain. May I?" When father nods, Albus demonstrates his mastery of transfiguration. After a casual wave of the Elder wand, and without saying a word, Dumbledore turns the small table and two chairs into four large comfortable seats loaded with padding. "Better to seat these old bones."

Moody grumbles "I wont be sitting Albus, someone should at least maintain constant vigilance!"

"There has been a prophecy, one that I now believe includes young Arthur here," Dumbledore says seriously without a hint of the grandfather persona from earlier. Holding his hand up to stop retorts, he continues.

"I was conducting an interview for the divination position at Hogwarts in early July 1980. The interviewee was Sybill Trelawney, the great great granddaughter of the legendary Cassandra Trelawney. I was getting ready to leave when her eyes rolled back in her skull, she grabbed my arm in an iron grip and began to speak. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to he who has 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...."

The quiet in the room was palpable. "Who all knows of this prophecy?" My dad inquired with a dry throat looking at me with concern and love.

"I am afraid I was not the only one who heard it. I had conducted the interview at my brother's bar the Hog's Head Inn. Present that night was one of the dark lords followers. He was thrown out by my brother mid-way through the prophesying but quickly reported it to the dark lord." Dumbledore replied with a deep frown remembering the night.

"Who was it? I'll make sure that damn death eater is buried in a shallow grave." My father replied through gritted teeth.

"Now I can not tell you that." Albus said looking at my father. "He has since changed his ways and is now my man on the inside of the dark lord's regime."

My father stood with rage on his face. "This 'ino scum bag has put my entire family at risk. If I find out who it is, he won't like his ending."

My mom puts her hand on dad's shoulder. Tom quickly calms down and sits again. My mother states "Reg - he is Arties godfather. I think we can assume that the dark lord is now aware of both Artie and the prophecy. What do we do?"

Dumbledore responds "I will make the same recommendation that I did for the members of my order, hide under the fidelius charm. Because you don't have an ancient manor steeped in Wards and on a major ley line, the spell may not be a viable option."

'I had no idea that was a factor in the casting of such a powerful spell. It makes sense now why only the house that the Potter's had in Godric's Hollow and 12 Grimmauld Place had the spell. My father not being from England now feels like a significant hindrance in our search for safety.'

My father nodded "A powerful spell for sure, but not without its flaws. Ownership of the land, a ley line to draw power from, and absolute trust from both parties involved in casting. I don't have any of those, Reg was the only English wizard I truly trusted. I was just renting the lighthouse in Brighton, by tricking the no-maj who lived there it was time for vacation. And I have no clue about ley lines in England, I was barely getting the ones on the island mapped out. I can't and won't leave the country until I've at least confirmed that Reg can't be saved." My father said contemplating options.

"Thank you Alastor and Albus, I think my husband and I have some plans to make. Sorry for the lack of tea but I've only actually been here once." My mother decided what happens next would be a family affair and promptly kicked the two wizards out.

Albus Dumbledore nodded "I wish you luck if you have need of me or the order send a Patronus. Come along Alastor let's be off, much to plan for."

Moody nodded knowingly to my father and stepped outside. Both wizards were gone with another pop. Our family was left with heavy hearts and a worrisome road ahead of us.