2This started off as a random thought, feel free to use the idea, I am completely sure someone else can do a far better job then this.
Prophecies
Hall of prophecies
18th of June 1996
6 teenagers were running down the isles of the hall of prophecies, trying to find the one from Harry's vision.
"isle number 97, there it is." Harry muttered, looking around, trying to spot his godfather and Voldemort. "They must be here." He let out.
"Harry, this one has your name on it." Neville spoke from his position as he looked at one of the orbs.
"What are these?" Harry wondered as he looking at the orb
The orb had the inscription underneath:
S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter
Without thought, Harry picked it up, curiosity peaked.
"Hand us the prophecy, and no one will need get hurt." He hears a far to familiar voice from behind him.
They looked around, hooded figures stepping out of the gloomy darkness around them in the light of the 6 teenagers wands.
"I must admit that I'm curious what is on her myself." Harry offered looking at the blue ball in his hands. "How do I activate this thing?" He questioned, shushing Hermione as she was about to protest.
"No Hermione, I'm not letting this chance to finally get some information on why he is going after me fall." He offers her softly.
"Just place your wand on the orb, and it should start playing." One of the death eaters offered.
Immediately a raspy voice filled the silence of the hall.
"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… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power to the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, whilst the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
Harry stilled after the words were finished, "That's it…" He lets out, "That's all there is, this is the reason I have a dark lord hounding my every move?" He let's out. "A few words from a drunk seer, that basically was finished the 31st of October 1981?" He throws the prophecy to Lucius.
"You can have it, this thing is worthless." He growls. "Wonder if there are more." He mutters. Before long a handful of orbs fly from the shelfs all throughout the hall.
The next prophecy had the inscription:
S.P.T. to H.J.P.
Dark lord and (?)
"It will happen tonight… The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight… the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was. Tonight… before midnight…. the servant… Will set out… to rejoin… his master…"
Harry stilled at the voice, remembering hearing this exact prophecy before, "Huh, so she can actually make legit prophecies." Harry mused.
"How did they find out about this though, I was alone in the room with her at my exams third years." He wonders, noting the others staring at him. "Wait, I never told you guys about that?" He asks surprised, "Anyway, I think it was either about Pettigrew or about crouch junior." He offers, "it's a bit confusing as both seem to fit the prophecy."
"No one is quite sure how the unspeakable manage to record all spoken prophecies." One of the death eaters offers.
Before anyone else can say anything else, the next orb activates.
S.P.T. to R.B.W.
The Triwizard tournament and (?) Harry Potter
"The tournament of three shall be held once more… a fourth shall participate… younger then all before… the champions shall stand united at the finish, yet death shall decide before the end… The tournament of three shall be held once more…"
"Ron, you never mentioned professor Trelawny had a prophecy about the tournament." Neville spoke up curiously.
"I don't remember." Ron offered confused, searching his memory for the memory, but before he got far the next activated.
A very familiar voice spoke up from the orb.
R.B.W. to S.P.T.
(?)tri wizard tournament and (?) Harry Potter
"The one who shall outfly the dragon shall rise."
"Ron… you spoke a prophecy?" Harry asked his friend, everyone in the hall looking just as surprised at the redhead.
"Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you guys, but I forgot about most of that lesson honestly." He offers. "I thought there was something about that lesson, things were more foggy then usual in that classroom." He wonders.
S.P.T. to F.F.
The chamber of secrets and (?)
"The one who shall end the suffering of the king of serpents shall find the chamber and cleans it of it's taint."
"King of serpents?" Harry mutters, looking at Hermione, "Why does that sound familiar?"
"Because, if you paid attention, the Basilisk you killed in second year, is referred in some texts as the king of serpents." She tells him.
"definitely about me then." He offers, as the next one activates.
S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
(?) a dragon and (?)
"The one who shall free the dragon from it's chains shall enter our world."
"Huh, that was… short?" He hears Lucius.
"That seems to be all." Harry offers, looking at the shattered orbs. "So, just for sure, was any of that really useful?" He asks them.
"You can… go I guess." Lucius offers, stepping aside, letting the teenagers leave.
The group of teenagers are met by the appearance of the order members as they enter the Atrium.
"Sirius!" Harry calls out to his godfather, as he rushes towards him, "Remus." He smiles between the two.
"I'm Glad you're okey pup." Sirius offers him.