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"Your mother was Muggle born, and a brilliant witch just like Hermione. Your father enjoyed flying as much as you do, but I think he played Chaser. Your parents were Head Boy and Head Girl, even though Lupin was the Prefect. They lived in Godric's Hollow when Voldemort attacked."
I stopped there when a thought struck me, and I felt the blood draining from my face.
"What is it?" Hermione asks.
"Something I just realized..." My mind races, trying to figure out what, if anything, I should tell them.
"Come on, then, out with it!"
I swallow with some difficulty, then lick my lips as they seem to have completely dried out. "If I tell you this, Dumbledore would not be pleased with me if he finds out. And you might be quite unhappy with Dumbledore, as well."
Their eyes widen identically. "Do it," Harry says.
"Harry, it has to do with why Voldemort attacked your parents..."
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"Why didn't anybody tell me?" Harry asks quietly.
It occurs to me that he's not as pissed about the whole prophecy thing as I remember, but then I realize that Sirius hasn't just been murdered and Voldemort didn't just mind-rape him. "I don't know, man, it's a pretty heavy burden to lay on somebody, though arguably you've earned the right to hear it."
"But William, are you sure you can't remember the exact wording? I may have dropped Divination but I know the wording can be critical." Hermione says.
I look up at the ceiling, trying my best to remember. "The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches. I'm almost positive that's the first line verbatim, or close enough to it as makes no difference. After that I can't quite remember the wording or the order. Born as the seventh month dies to those who have thrice defied him. And then there's a piece about having a power the Dark Lord knows not, and then it says something about one must die at the hand of the other because neither can live while the other survives. I think the first line repeats at the end, but that's—no, wait! Earlier on it also says the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal." I tap my forehead at that.
Hermione looks like she is going to say something, but when I remember that last piece, she pales.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Trelawney made that prophecy shortly before Harry was born. If I'm not mistaken, Neville was also born around the same time, but with that line it seems that Voldemort himself decided between them."
"Wait, Trelawney made it?" Harry asks dubiously.
"Yeah, and I know what you're thinking," I say, shaking my head. "Whatever kind of Seer she is, she didn't remember anything about making it. Only Dumbledore and maybe McGonagall know the whole thing. And me, I guess, even though I can't remember the wording. Snape heard the first two lines – just the first two lines, up to born as the seventh month dies. I don't know if Dumbledore purposely let him hear that or not, but either way, Snape told Voldemort, and that's how Voldemort knew to attack the Potters and the Longbottoms."
"That bastard!" Harry yells, slamming a fist into the armrest.
"Wait, the Longbottoms? But he...his parents are dead too?" Hermione asks, eyes beginning to water.
I frown. "Sorry, that's his story to tell, if he wants. You probably know he was raised by his grandmother, though."
Harry's anger faded. "I know he talked about how strict his Gran was, but I never really thought about it..."
The two remain quiet for a few moments, no doubt thinking of the shy, clumsy boy and what he's had to go through. "But anyway," I say, getting back to the subject at hand, "this prophecy is actually recorded in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry, in case you don't believe me. I assure you it's the real thing."
"We should get our hands on it," Harry says.
That brings me up short. "Actually, you could just tell Dumbledore you know about it." I laugh after I realize how simple it seems. "I'm surprised I didn't think of that before. Since you already know, he doesn't have much of a reason to keep it from you."
"How would he tell him that he found out, though" Hermione asks.
"Easy, just tell him you heard it in your—" I fade out and I'm sure I made a face. Damn it, I really must practice withholding information.
"What, William? Tell the headmaster he heard it where?" Hermione asks. "Oh come on, more secrets, William?" She stamps her foot. Uh oh, she's getting angry at me again.
Harry squints, looking suspicious.
I look down. "Your dreams, Harry."
"That's ridiculous, William, why would he see them in his—" Hermione trails off when she sees a pale and shocked expression on her best friend's face. She looks back and forth between me and Harry.
"You didn't tell her?" I ask softly.
"Tell me what? Tell me what, Harry?"
"I just—what's to tell? It was just a dream and my scar hurt." Harry says shakily.
I'm almost positive that I'm keeping my face neutral, but Hermione apparently sees through it. "Alright, William, let's hear it." She gets annoyed when I hesitate. "Come on, why does this have to be like pulling teeth with you?"
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