Chapter 156 : Prophecies and Preparations

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"Thank you, dear." The professor said, her voice high and so much different than what Harry heard before. He gave her the cards he had collected and looked at her frightened, trying to school his reaction to calm neutrality. This was the woman that had predicted the fall of the Dark Lord, the same woman that had, unwittingly, made one of the prophecies that led him into his current situation. And now… if what she had said was true, then… He knew she wouldn't remember but he had to ask;

"Professor, you just said… you said…" Her face was blank if not confused; as it happened with all seers, she had no idea what had just happened. Harry just shook his head and rose from the floor.

"Yes dear?" She asked confused.

"Nothing. It was nothing." He said. It wasn't her that he should inform; it would be better if she didn't know. She would be safe that way.

"You're not one of my students." She said looking at him carefully.

"No, my brother is. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." The Professor nodded in understanding and fixed her shawl, ready to leave, still a little frazzled. She bid him goodbye but Harry didn't greet her back. His brother! She had just predicted the return of the Dark Lord but more immediately, she had predicted the return of his most faithful servant, a man under bonds for twelve years. Tonight. His mind immediately flew to Peter Pettigrew. He had to tell someone. Severus. He had to reach Severus!

He broke into a run straight for the dungeons, praying Severus would be there; his blood was rushing to his head, his heart drumming in his ears. And he ran and ran, feeling that that was what he did his whole life; running to prevent what now seemed unavoidable. He flew past some students just leaving for Hogsmeade, ignoring their startled cries. He could see the stairs to the dungeons and he picked up his speed. Before he knew it he found himself banging at Severus's office door with all his might.

"What in Merlin's… Harry?" The potions master stated looking at the panting teen in front of him, ushering him inside. Was he crying? And he was, out of pure frustration. "Harry what happened?" He closed and locked the door behind them.

"Dad." Was all Harry uttered before running and hugging the potions master with all he had. He was scared no, he was terrified.

"Harry, calm down." Severus kneeled in front of the trembling teenager and looked at him straight in the eyes. Harry had stopped crying but the panic he found in his look was enough to make his heart freeze. "Tell me what happened." Harry breathed in deeply, trying to regain his composure. He had to tell Severus.

"I was coming back from the library…" He looked at the book lying on the floor; he must have picked it up at some point only to drop it here again. "I was returning from the library when I ran into Professor Trelawney…" He did his best to tell him the prophecy as faithfully as possible; it wasn't that hard as the words seemed burned on his brain. Severus expression grew graver with each and every word. At the end all he could do was close his eyes tight and sigh.

"Have you told anyone?" He asked, his voice deep. Harry shook his head negatively.

"Not even Trelawney." Severus gave him a small, proud smile; even at thirteen and fully understanding what had just happened, he had managed to keep his head.

"We must inform Dumbledore. Now." Harry nodded and followed the potions master out the office. Severus stopped at the door. "Harry?"

"Yes?" Green eyes met onyx ones.

"No matter what happens today, we'll deal with it. You can do this and you're not alone." Harry smiled shakily, trying to keep calm.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for." Severus stated. "It's all in the job description." The walk to the Headmaster's office was fast but less frantic than the one to the dungeons. Infinite possibilities pooled inside Harry's mind. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than he ever was… It was really happening then. Maybe not today but someday soon. And as he stood at the entrance of Dumbledore's office next to Severus, he swore he'd be ready to face him when the time came. He'd do anything. Somehow, he'd make it.

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