The Night of the Prophecy
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all JKR's.
'Why did I agree to this?' I asked myself. 'Why did she have to pick the Hog's Head?' I walked in and pulled down my hood. Voldemort's supporters were still after me, so I wasn't taking chances. I walked up the stairs and knocked on room fourteen. After a few seconds, the door flew open.
"Ah, Professor! Welcome! Shall we go downstairs and have a drink whilst I inform you of my qualifications?"
"No, let us stay up here. I shall order us drinks instead," I said, adding a little enthusiasm, hoping it would make her feel more comfortable.
It was June, and I was looking for a Divination teacher for the next year at Hogwarts. I didn't really want Divination to continue, actually, but I had to confine all of my real feelings on the matter and act pleasant.
Smiling, I said, "I'll order the drinks, what would you like?"
"Just butterbeer, thank you, Professor," Sybil replied. I nodded, continuing to smile, and went down to the bar for the drinks. Again I was thinking of why I was here.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone suspicious. It was the middle of June and yet he was wearing black winter robes.
"Hmmm..." I said quietly to myself.
"Twelve Sickles," the man behind the bar said, jerking me out of my thoughts. I gave him a Galleon and told him to keep the change. I walked back to the table and began to talk with Sybil.
I was annoyed very much by her vague comments about death and her mystical voice, but made no comment, tried to keep my face looking interested, and kept smiling. Half-paying attention to Sybil and half-listening to what was happening downstairs was not easy.
"Well," I said. Fortunatly, Sybil had just finished sentence so my suddenness went unnoticed. "I am quite sorry, but I'm not sure if you'd be right for the job. However, I shall talk to our professors at the school and decide then as to whether you shall be our Divination teacher."
I knew she wasn't a Seer, but I had to be polite. After all, she was the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, the most well known Seer of Cassandra's age. As I prepared to leave, she began to speak in a harsh, hoarse voice.
"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..."
Suddenly, the barkeeper yelled, "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BAR!" he grabbed the black-robed man and tossed him outside. After listening to some more colorful language from the barkeeper, I turned back to Sybil.
"And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...And either must die at the hands 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..."
Sybil fell face-forward onto the table. "Uhhh," she groaned. She sat up and put a hand to her head. "Wh-what happened?" she asked dazedly. I knew I had to keep her around. She was a Seer, not a very gifted one, but a Seer none-the-less. I could tell by how her voice sounded while she had spoken. That was the only way female Seers spoke as they made a Prophecy, and it was impossible to be imitated.
"Well," I said again. "I was wrong about your abilities, you're perfect for the job of Divination, Sybil. Please move all your things to the school as soon as possible. I shall see you soon."
Sybil jumped to her feet, looking ecstatic. I shook her hand, smiled, and Apparated to Godric's Hollow, my cheerful smile gone and a worried, nervous look in it's place.
I used the special Order-knock on their door, walked in and called out, "Lily?! James?!" A second later James appeared, looking bleary-eyed.
"Albus, what is it? It's one in the morning!"
"Get Lily up. You both need to hear this." Such was the urgency in my voice, James ran to get Lily. Two minutes later, Lily Potter walked down the steps groggily, her stomache getting very big. After all, she was nearly eight months pregnant.
"Wh-what is it, Albus?" Lily yawned. I recounted Sybil's prophecy to them and she gasped. "Oh no! Harry's due in July! The end of July! Oh no, Albus, what the heck will we do?!"
"It may not be Harry," I told them.
"Who else is there?" Lily asked hopefully.
"Remember Alice and Frank Longbottom? They're expecting, too."
"You pick names too early!" James grumbled, obviously not following half the names in the conversation.
"Yes," I said, chuckling slightly at James. He always did make me laugh. I turned serious again.
"I need to see them now. You must go into hiding soon, though. I have to go and tell the Longbottoms. They've got to know this, too." They nodded in understanding.
"Goodbye, Albus," Lily said. "Be careful." I smiled at them. Then I Apparated to the Longbottoms.
"What?!" Alice cried incredulously after I told her.
"I know. I told Lily and James the same thing. You must go into hiding. Think if there hadn't been this prophecy, Alice. Voldemort could stay in rein for who knows how long. You and Frank should be fine as long as Voldemort doesn't find out."
She nodded and Frank put his arm around her.
"It'll be all right," he muttered in her ear consolingly. "I know, I know," she said back. "I should go," I said. "The rest of the...uh...team should be informed." Alice and Frank nodded.
As soon as I left, I ended up Apparating all night.
Once again, I, Albus Dumbledore was out all night calling on people.