Chapter 59: The Green Lord and the White Ram
Disclaimer: Rose, Andrew and Daisy Potter, Daniel Granger, Maggie Longbottom and Ti Malfoy/Black are my own creations. Everything else is part of the wonderful work of JKR and is not being used for any personal profit.
Moody was buried in a cemetery at the edge of the Forbidden Forest beyond the vegetable patches and greenhouses, where other teachers without any family were buried. It was rumored that Professor Binns' body was buried in the same graveyard.
After the burial, Harry and his friends and their parents/guardians sought each other out.
"How are you doing, Harry?" Lily asked as she hugged him.
"I guess I'll be okay, Mum," Harry said. "Ginny's been making sure I don't get all moody and depressed." He sensed and saw Ginny's embarrassment as her face turned as red as her hair. He grinned inwardly.
Lily hugged Ginny and murmured, "Thank you for taking care of my boy."
"A-anytime, Lily," Ginny said, turning even redder, if that was possible. "I'll get you for this, Potter," she said in Harry's mind.
Harry just grinned as he turned to his father.
Lily turned to hug Rose. She also greeted Ron and Hermione who were also there with them.
Neville and Maggie were a few feet away, talking to their parents and Ti was conversing with Sirius and Tonks. Fred and George were also talking to their parents.
"That was a great speech, son," James said, clapping Harry on the shoulder, "It really told them what's going on."
"Thanks, Dad," Harry said, grinning at his father. "I just felt I had to tell them some of the truth. Ginny said the same thing you did."
"She did, did she?" James said, grinning at the petite redhead standing beside Harry, "I knew she'd be good for you." Ginny looked down as her face again turned as red as her hair.
Sirius walked up to Harry. "Great speech, Harry," he said, "It makes me proud to be your godfather. I hope my kid turns out just like you."
"With you and Sam as his parents, I think he'll be even better," Harry said.
"Gee, thanks, Harry," Sirius said, grinning.
Molly and Arthur came up to them then. Molly hugged her daughter then she hugged Ron, Harry and Rose.
"You did well, Harry," Molly said, "telling everyone that we needed to continue fighting You-Know-Who. I just wished you didn't have to see Alastor die like that."
"I wish I didn't either," Harry said.
Arthur placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, "We know, Harry. It's not something someone your age should see yet. But I guess with V-V-Voldemort now active again, it was only a matter of time. Just don't let it get you down, okay?"
"I'll try, Arthur," Harry said, "Thank you."
Arthur smiled, "You're welcome, son."
It swelled Harry's heart to hear Ginny's father call him that. Then, he remembered he had something to ask his father and turned back to James.
"Uh, Dad," Harry said, toning his voice down so only his father could hear him. "I haven't had a chance to ask you this. Were you able to question Barty Crouch, Jr.?"
"Ah, I was wondering when you'd ask me that," James said. "Yes, Sirius and I were able to question him."
"What did you find out?" Harry asked.
James sighed, "I can't tell you, son," Harry started to get angry but James immediately added, "at least not here. Most of what we found out is supposed to be limited to Ministry and Auror personnel. Wait until we get home to Potter Manor where we can discuss things fully, okay?"
Harry sighed in turn, "All right, Dad. I'll wait until then."
"Good," James said, "We'll have a lot to talk about. With Voldemort now coming out into the open, we have a lot of plans to make. For now, we have to go."
"We'll see you guys tomorrow at King's Cross Station, Harry," Lily said, hugging him again.
"Okay, Mum," Harry said, hugging her back.
Lily hugged both Rose and Ginny goodbye as well. Harry and Ginny hugged and bade goodbye to Molly and Arthur then turned to Sirius.
"Well," Sirius said, "I've got to go, too. I need to get back to that lovely pregnant wife of mine. Bye kids. See you tomorrow."
The adults headed for the gates of Hogwarts so they could Apparate away.
The ten children headed back to the castle, huddled together in a group. The rest of the students had already returned to the castle. The pensive silence between them as they walked was broken after a few minutes by Hermione.
"I'm not sure you should have said anything about V-Voldemort, Harry," the bushy-haired girl said, softly.
"Why's that, Hermione?" Ron asked, "I thought what he said was brilliant. Harry really told them off. You heard Dumbledore and Harry's dad. They all thought it was a great speech. I bet even Ginny said so."
"I don't dispute that it was a very good speech, Ronald," Hermione said, tartly, "I just think Harry should not have said anything about V-Voldemort regaining his body. People will wonder how he knew about it."
"Come on, Hermione," Neville said, "What would it matter? People know Voldemort's back. I don't think it'll matter to people how he came back."
"I don't know, Neville," Hermione said, "I just have a bad feeling what Harry said may be used against him."
"Whatever, Hermione," Rose said, "The important thing is that Harry told them that the fight against Voldemort has to go on. Professor Dumbledore agreed with that. You heard him."
"All right, all right," Hermione conceded, "I agree with both of them that we need to go on fighting Voldemort."
"Good," Harry said quietly, "Now that that is settled, let's go to the Room of Requirement. We need to discuss something."
They followed him up to the seventh floor and the secret room behind the blank wall. When they were all sitting in a room that was an exact copy of the Gryffindor common room, Harry said, "I asked you all to come up here because I think it's time the rest of my friends learn something Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Rose already know."
He looked at Fred, George, Ti, Neville and Maggie. "You see, about thirteen years ago, a prophecy was made about Voldemort, a prophecy given by Professor Trelawney. Now, I know she's mostly a fraud but this was a real one." He took a deep breath, "It goes like this:
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 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…
"What does that mean?" Ti asked.
"Well," Hermione said, "The first part means that the one who can defeat Voldemort once and for all was born near the end of July to parents who had defied Voldemort three times already."
Maggie's eyes widened and she looked at her brother, "Could it have been you?"
Neville patted her hand, "Yes, Mags, it could have been me. Our parents had defied Voldemort three times by then. But it didn't turn out that way since there was another baby who fulfilled those requirements." He looked at Harry. "Harry's parents had also defied Voldemort three times and he was born only a day after me."
"That's quite astute of you to figure it out quickly, Neville," Hermione said.
"Not really, Hermione," Neville said, "My parents told me about the prophecy last August before we went back to school. Professor Dumbledore had told them about it after I was born. They decided to tell me about it when they were told that Voldemort was back." He turned to Maggie, "They didn't tell you, sprite, because they thought it would be too traumatic for you to know Voldemort could have attacked us as well."
Maggie patted Neville's hand, "That's okay, Neville. I understand, just don't do it again."
Neville grinned and nodded.
"So," Fred began, "If it could have been Harry or Neville…."
"….how did Harry become the one in the prophecy?" George asked.
"Look at the second part of the prophecy, guys," Ginny said, "It talks about Voldemort marking his future foe as his equal. It seemed someone heard the first part of the prophecy and told Tom. Seeing a danger, he decided to act. He found out that Harry and Neville were the only possible candidates but he chose to attack Harry and his family first. He then marked Harry as his equal when his Killing curse backfired and cause that scar on Harry's forehead."
"Then the prophecy means that Harry…." Ti said.
"I'm the only one who can defeat Voldemort for good," Harry said, a little bitter. "I'm some sort of Chosen one."
"You will defeat him, Harry," Ginny said to him, taking his hand, "You hear me? You'll meet him and beat that monster."
"I hope so, Gin," Harry said, "But there's more to it. The first prophecy doesn't say who will win; just that one has to kill the other to go on to live a real life. But there's another prophecy that's more specific as to who can win. It was given less than a year ago and speaks of several people whose help is necessary for the 'Chosen One' to defeat Voldemort."
"Who gave this prophecy?" Neville asked, "Not Trelawney again?"
"No," Harry said, "You'd actually know her."
"Who was it?" Fred questioned.
"Who gave that prophecy?" George asked.
"Me," Rose said softly."
Fred, George, Ti, Neville and Maggie looked at her in surprise.
"I've been seeing flashes of things happening before they did, like when that butterbeer bottle exploded in Ron's hand during the Yule Ball and the squid helping Harry during the Second task of the Triwizard. Professor Dumbledore and my parents think I'm a seer. Believe me, I was as surprised as you are when they said that," Rose said, sounding almost as bitter as her brother had a while ago.
Neville gave a low whistle, "Well, if someone was going to be a seer, it would have to be you."
Rose glared at him, "What do you mean by that, Longbottom?"
Neville smirked, "Since Harry seems to be the one chosen to defeat Voldemort, it just seems fair that his sister would have a power all her own." He ignored the glare Rose continued to give him.
"Wait a minute," Ti said, "We're getting ahead of ourselves. What does this second prophecy say, exactly?"
"Well," Harry said, "I think it went like this:
They gather now, they who would stand by the Chosen One,
His six companions, bonded by love deep and true
The Soul Mate, his other half, his strength
The Seer, his sister in blood, his guide
The Wise Lady, his sister in all but blood, his font of knowledge
The Strategist, his best friend, his right hand
The Green Lord, his equal in power, his general
The White Ram, saved from Evil by him, his left hand
Training they need together, to defeat the Dark Lord
Let not one be lost or all will be for naught
And the Dark Lord will defeat the Chosen one"
"So, the 'Chosen One' is supposed to have six companions who will help him defeat this Dark Lord if they work together."
"Yes," Hermione said, "that's what we figured out. We presumed that the Dark Lord is Voldemort since his followers use that title when talking about him."
"So who are the six helpers supposed to be?" Ti asked, "Have you guys thought about who they are?"
"Based on the clues given in each line," Harry said, "I think some of them are here. I mean, who else but Ginny is my soul mate? The seer is obviously Rose. Hand down, the Wise Lady is Hermione since I consider her almost a sister and we know how smart she is. The strategist is Ron. No one has been able to beat him in chess or other strategy games. It's the last two people we're somewhat stuck on."
"Yeah," Ron said, "Who are the Green lord and the White ram?"
"I think the Green lord is Neville," Rose said, "What's greener than plants and who else is brilliant in Herbology?"
"How can that be?" Neville said, "I'm not equal to Harry in power."
"There's one way to find out," Harry said, "Professor Dumbledore has a spell that detects the magical level of a person based on the color, starting with black for Muggles up to white showing the most power. Also, brightness of the color is another indication of power level. Let's see, what was the incantation?"
"I think it was 'potentia ostendo', Harry," Ginny said.
"That's right," Harry said, "Thanks, Gin." He turned to Neville, "I think I can cast it and we can see." He drew his wand and pointed it at Neville. "Ready, Nev?" When Neville nodded, Harry waved his wand over him and cried, "Potentia Ostendo!"
A white light surrounded Neville, almost blinding everyone.
When the light subsided, the room was eerily silent. Finally, Ron spoke up, "Bloody hell!"
"Ron, language!" Hermione chastised. "But then, I agree with you. That was incredible."
"It seems the prophecy is right," Ginny said, "That's about the same level of brightness that Harry showed when Professor Dumbledore tested him. So Rose is probably right and Neville is the Green Lord in the prophecy."
"All right," Ron said, "So who is this white ram then?"
"That's where I'm stumped," Hermione said, sighing, "If we're right about the identities of the companions we've made, the white ram has to be someone about our age. Then based on the line in the prophecy, it has to be someone Harry as the Chosen One has saved."
"That's about right, Hermione," Rose said, "But the line talks about the white ram being saved as in the past tense. It must mean that Harry already saved him or her by the time I gave the prophecy. That happened during the summer, before we got to school. So, the only person who'd qualify would be Ginny. But since she's the Soul mate, it can't be her."
"Then who is it?" Ron asked, clearly exasperated.
"Wait a minute," Ginny said, "Harry, what's the first line again? It's something about gathering."
"Um, I think it goes 'They gather now, they who would stand by the Chosen One'," Harry answered her, "Why?"
"Rose has a point that the prophecy was stated with the timing in mind," Ginny said, "The first three words of the prophecy are 'they gather now', as in the six companions are already connected or friends with you."
"Ginny's right," Hermione said, her eyes lighting up, "Look at the ones we've identified, Ginny, Rose, Ron, me and Neville."
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, "My soul mate, sisters and best friends, that's right. Plus, you're all part of the New Marauders. Therefore, whoever the white ram is, he or she was already a part of our group by the time Rose gave the prophecy."
"Then who is it?" Ron asked, "The only ones left among the New Marauders are Fred, George, Maggie and…"
"Ti!" Ginny said, "I think the white ram is Ti. Look at the imagery. If being the Green Lord refers to Neville and his success in Herbology, being the white ram has to mean something significant with Ti."
"A white ram," Harry said, thinking deeply, "Wait a minute. What is the term used when one refers to a person who is at odds with his family's character?"
"A black sheep!" Hermione cried, "Yes, Harry, that must be it. The Malfoys are among the strongest supporters of the Dark Arts. Someone who would be opposite to that would be considered 'white' and a ram is a male sheep."
"That settles it," Harry said. "Ti must be the White Ram in the prophecy." He looked over at Ti who now looked nervous and apprehensive. "Hey, mate, what's wrong?"
"I don't know," Ti said, his voice soft and unsure, "I'm in a prophecy? I'm supposed to help you against V-V-Voldemort?"
Harry sat beside the thirteen year old and clasped his shoulder, "Hey, I know how you feel. When my parents told me about the first prophecy, I was scared. I mean, I'm just a kid and I'm supposed to kill off the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time. It's a bit overwhelming. But remember, there are six of you in the prophecy. You aren't in this alone. Now I know I'm not against Voldemort by myself. We're all in this together. If we stick together, we can do this and kick his ass once and for all."
"So, O Chosen One," Ron said, a smirk on his face, "How do we do that?"
"Watch it, Ron," Harry said, smiling at his redheaded best friend, "Don't bandy that title around or I'll show you how great the Chosen One is. But to answer your question, we first continue what we've been doing lately with the workouts and martial arts sessions. Then I have the rest of you train in dueling like what I've been doing. I'm sure Dad, Sirius and Professor Dumbledore will help with that. It'll take time but we can do it."
Harry then noticed that Maggie had a sad look on her face. He knelt down in front of the first year and asked, "What's wrong, Maggie?"
Maggie turned red and looked down at her feet, "It's nothing," she said softly.
Harry gently lifted her chin with his right thumb and index finger, "Come on, it has to be something if you look like that. We're your friends too not just your brother's. You're part of our little group."
Maggie stared at Harry with tear-filled eyes, "I'm not in the prophecy."
Harry looked at her in surprise. He looked at Neville who looked troubled but shrugged Harry turned his attention back to Maggie.
"Now, Maggie," Harry said, "Being in a prophecy isn't something you'd like. All it does is place unwanted pressure on you. Do you really want to be in a prophecy that says what you have to do? I certainly don't want to be."
"But you're in that first prophecy," she said.
"Yeah," said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "But look at what it wants me to do – kill someone, even if it's an evil git like Voldemort. I have no choice in the matter. I'd rather not face that monster but I have to because the prophecy says I'm the only one who can get rid of him for good."
"With this other prophecy, sis," Neville said, "Ginny, Ron, Rose, Hermione, me and Ti all have to help Harry or it says he won't win. It gives us our roles. We have no choice as to what those roles will be. You, on the other hand, have a choice. You can help us, stay away from us or even run off and hide. Now, I think you won't do either of the last two but at least it's your choice.
"Being free to choose what we want to do is something precious, Maggie," Hermione said. "It's a basic right."
"Being in a prophecy removes that and it's dreadful," Harry said. "You surely don't want something as awful as that, right?"
"Anyway, Maggie," Fred said.
"The two of us…" George said.
"…aren't in Rose's prophecy either," Fred said.
"So, we can do what we like," George said.
"Of course, we couldn't think…"
"…of walking away from the others."
"But, at least…"
"It's our choice," George said.
"You see, sis," Neville said, "The three of you aren't mentioned in Rose's prophecy. But now you can help anyway you like."
"I'd like that," Maggie said, softly, "Can I train with you guys again?"
Harry smiled, "Of course. All ten of us will be undergoing training if I can arrange it, even you. All of the New Marauders will go through the same thing."
Just then, Ron's stomach gave a loud rumble, startling all of them for a moment before they all laughed.
"I guess not even discussing how to defeat Voldemort can keep Ron from getting hungry," Harry said grinning at his friend. "I'll talk with my dad and see how we can resume our training this summer. For now, let's get some lunch."
They left the Room of Requirement and descended to the Great Hall for lunch. After the meal, they spent the afternoon in the common room, playing Wizard's chess, Exploding Snap and Gobstones. Harry and Ginny took a walk around the lake after supper, just enjoying each other's company; Harry's invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map in his pocket.
When they got back to the common room, it was past curfew. Only Fred and George were in the common room, sitting at a corner table working over some parchment.
Curious, Harry and Ginny walked over to them.
"Hey, guys," Harry asked. "What are you working on? I'm sure it's not homework since the term's over."
"Nah, of course not," Fred said.
"It's just some plans," George said.
"Plans?" Ginny asked, "Plans for what?"
The twins grinned at each other.
"Well, sister dear," Fred said.
:"You do know…." George said.
"That we've only got…." Fred said.
"One year left here," George said.
"We've decided that Zonko's..." Fred said.
"…could use some competition," George said.
"So we plan to….." Fred said.
"….open a joke shop of our own," George said.
"That's brilliant," Harry said, "With all the things you've done so far, you'd do well."
"We know," Fred said, smiling. The smile slipped from his face then. "Of course, it won't…."
"…be for a few years," George said, "We need to save some money."
"Yeah," Fred said, "we still haven't got enough galleons…."
"….to rent a space at Diagon Alley," George said.
"You need some startup cash?" Harry asked, "Wait a minute." Without another word, he dashed up the stairs to his dormitory.
Fred and George looked inquisitively at Ginny who only smiled back at them.
A minute later, Harry came back down and threw a bag onto the table in front of the twins. The unmistakable sound of metal came from the bag as it hit the table.
"Whoa, is that…." Fred said.
"….your Triwizard winnings?" George finished.
"Yeah," Harry said, "It's my third of the prize money, three hundred thirty-three Galleons, five Sickles and nineteen Knuts."
"Wait a minute, Harry," Fred said.
"We can't take it," George said, pushing the bag towards Harry.
"You can and you will," Harry said, "Look guys. I don't need it. I have enough from my allowance. I don't want it because it's only a reminder of what happened to Moody. We're going to need a lot to laugh about in the coming years. I've heard from my parents about how bad it was the first time Voldemort was around. I've a feeling it'll be worse. So, take it. Think of it as an investment, okay?"
"All right, Harry," Fred said.
"Thanks, o future brother-in-law," George said, grinning.
"Oh, shut it you," Ginny said, punching George's arm playfully.
"Sure you want this one, Harry?" George asked, rubbing his arm where Ginny had hit it.
"Yeah, pretty violent she is," Fred said.
"Oh, definitely," Harry said, "That's one of her endearing qualities."
"Good answer, Harry," Ginny said, pulling his head down to capture his lips with hers.
"Eww," Fred said, "I think…"
"We'll continue our work…." George said.
"….in our dorm and leave…." Fred said.
"….you two love birds alone," George said.
Harry and Ginny didn't answer them, caught up again in their own world. Fred and George just shook their heads and went up the stairs to their dormitory.
The next day, the entire student body gathered at the train station of Hogsmeade for the train ride home. Harry and his friends took one compartment near the rear of the train for themselves, except for Ti, Maggie, Fred and George who decided to spend some time with their other friends.
As the train wound its way through the British countryside, Neville and Ron faced each other over a chessboard with Rose watching. Hermione had her head in another book.
Harry and Ginny were cuddled together against the window. Ginny was asleep with her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry was facing towards the window but his eyes didn't see any of the scenery.
His mind was busy thinking of plans on how to fulfill the prophecies in their favor. He knew that Voldemort would stop at nothing to win the coming war. Harry was just as determined to defeat him and be rid of him for good.
All too soon, the train was pulling up to King's Cross Station. Harry and his friends gathered their things. Ti, Maggie, Fred and George joined them in the corridor of their train car. Harry let the rest exit the train ahead of him. He looked around and saw his parents, Molly, Arthur, Sirius, Sam and Remus coming toward them.
This was his family and friends. His heart swelled with the knowledge of their support for him. He was sure that with them by his side, he would succeed in defeating Voldemort. He just hoped that all of them would survive. It would be a long road but hopefully, if they stayed true to each other, they would emerge victorious in the end.
A/N: Well, we've reached the end of this story. But don't worry, Harry and his friends will be back in a new story soon, Harry Potter and the Prophesized Six. It will be almost completely AU and not follow the rest of the books. Sorry, no horcruxes. I just don't want to be like the other stories. Thanks for reading. I hope you'll wait for the next one. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.