The Prophecy Unfolds

Albus Dumbledore rubbed his eyes wearily. He didn't even know why he was really here. He doubted there was anything the woman in front of him could say that would make him change his mind. He had already decided that it was not worthwhile to continue the subject of Divination at Hogwarts. Very few people possessed true sight, and it was not a subject that could be taught. You either had it or you did not. Still, it was only polite that he meet with her. She was, after all, descended from one of the most celebrated seers of all time. He had told her as politely as he could manage that he did not think he would require her services and turned to leave.
He never made it to the door.
"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…"
Albus turned slowly to face the woman who was speaking in a harsh voice. He did not hear the noise of a scuffle in the hallway behind him.
"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…."
Albus simply stared at the figure before him, his mind furiously racing. Were they really about to find the one who had the power to finally defeat Voldemort? After a short pause she began again.
"And his power will be hidden from the world, none to know of it until the beginning of

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