Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

About the Prophecy...

"I don't understand what you're saying.." Harry interjected.

"Don't you remember asking me, as you lay in the hospital wing, why Voldemort had tried to kill you when you were a baby?" Harry nodded his head. "Ought I to have told you then? You do not see the flaw in the plan yet? No... perhaps not. Well, as you know, I decided not to answer you. Eleven, I told myself, was much too young to know. I had never intended to tell you when you were eleven. The knowledge would be too much at such a young age. I should have recognized the danger signs then. I should have asked myself why I did not feel more disturbed that you had already asked me the question to which I knew, one day, I must give a terrible answer. I should have recognized that I was too happy to think that I did not have to do it on that particular day... You were too young, much too young. And so we entered your second year at Hogwarts. And once again you met challenges even grown wizards have never faced. Once again you acquitted yourself beyond my wildest dreams. You did not ask me again, however, why Voldemort had left that mark upon you. We discussed your scar, oh yes... We came very, very close to the subject. Why did I not tell you everything? Well, it seemed to me that twelve was, after all, hardly better than eleven to receive such information. I allowed you to leave my presence, bloodstained, exhausted but exhilarated, and if I felt a twinge of unease that I ought, perhaps, have told you then, it was swiftly silenced. You were still so young, you see, and I could not find it in me to spoil that night of triumph... Do you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid."  "I don't-"  "You care about Harry too much," Mikayla interjected, her voice was as broken as her heart, Dumbledore nodded simply at the blonde.

"I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act. Is there a defense? I defy anyone who has watched you as I have- and I have watched you more closely than you can have imagined- not to want to save you more pain than you had already suffered. What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy? I never dreamed that I would have such a person on my hands. We entered your third year. I watched from afar as you struggled to repel dementors, as you found Sirius, learned what he was and rescued him. Was I to tell you then, at the moment when you had triumphantly snatched your godfather from the jaws of the Ministry? But now, at the age of thirteen, my excuses were running out. Young you might be, but you had proved you were exceptional. My conscience was uneasy, Harry. I knew the time must come soon... But you came out of the maze last year, having watched Cedric Diggory die, having escaped death so narrowly yourself." Harry squeezed Mikayla's hand knowing that Cedric was still a tough subject for her.

"I did not tell you, though I knew, now Voldemort had returned, I must do it soon. And now, tonight, I know you have long been ready for the knowledge I have kept from you for so long, because you have proved that I should have placed the burden upon you before this. My only defense is this: I have watched you struggling under more burdens than any student who has ever passed through this school, and I could not bring myself to add another- the greatest one of all." Harry watched him intently, but Dumbledore did not say anything.  "I still don't understand." he said.  "Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a child because of a prophecy made shortly before your birth. He knew the prophecy had been made, though he did not know its full contents. He set out to kill you when you were still a baby, believing he was fulfilling the terms of the prophecy. He discovered, to his cost, that he was mistaken, when the curse intended to kill you backfired. And so, since his return to his body, and particularly since your extraordinary escape from him last year, he has been determined to hear that prophecy in its entirety. This is the weapon he has been seeking so assiduously since his return: the knowledge of how to destroy you."

"The prophecy's smashed," Harry blinked at him. "Actually, no it didn't..." Mikayla spoke up, opening her blue bag and pulling out a crystal ball, Harry looked at her amazed. "I gave Harry a fake because I knew that Malfoy would think that only Harry could have the real one. Malfoy didn't even know I had one." Mikayla handed Dumbledore the Prophecy who looked stunned as he too believed the Prophecy had been smashed, Mikayla stood up from her chair letting go of Harry's hand. "I know you said that this conversation involved me, Professor, but this seems like a conversation that should be a one on one. Can I go please?" Dumbledore nodded at Mikayla's request, just as Flitwick arrived, "ah good Professor, can you escort Miss Black to the Hospital Wing?" "Of course Albus." Mikayla turned to look at Flitwick, not even attempting to put up a fight about going to the Hospital Wing considering her condition, before she went she pulled Harry in a hug, "here him out Har," Mikayla whispered before followed Flitwick out of the office, down the spiral staircase and towards the Hospital Wing.