Disclaimer: Mr. Potter, I will use a sticking spell if you don't stay in bed. I understand that you are upset because Madam Rowling owns all rights to our characters, but it doesn't mean you can stay out flying in freezing weather without your hat and gloves. Yes, I know it is the winter holidays, but you still need to drink your Koldz-No-More tonic. I don't care if Professor Snape doesn't like you and brewed it. If Minister Fudge had your symptoms, I would make him drink it too! I only wish Professor Snape could invent a common sense potion for you and your fellow act-now/think-later Gryffindor housemates.
Madam Poppy Pomfrey
Healer
This is the prophecy that the story shall follow.
Later,
Rhianna
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 power the Dark Lord knows not
And with the help of his four friends who stand as strong as a pack
Will stop him of his wrong doings
One must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives
If the one with good intentions lives
Then the one with strength and intelligence
Will bring the worlds that were so long separated together
And all will be at peace
But fail to do so.
The Dark Lord with evil shall tear the world to pieces.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh moth dies.
