Prophecy:
The works that Sybill wrought are set to fire,
Soon the chosen one shall face his old friend
The saviour shall face a challenge dire
'Tis the red-headed sacrifice his end.
To westwards castle must the Percy go,
Long friends, some old, some new and great to meet
The changeling lord shall have to make some dough
'Till craters fill the castle with some heat.
The Dark Lord shall return and wreak havoc
And 'tis the witches and wizards shall die
Through lands of scorching death to the attic,
'Till both camps battle for blood 'tis they try.
When He is known and Hogwarts reached alive,
'Tis only then Hermione starts to jive.