2. August 1980
Loud noise and drunken laughter echoed throughout the pub near the three brooms.
There were people everywhere with fire whiskey.
The only place that almost seemed untouched by all the noise was a small table in the back hidden in the shadows.
A strange group of three people sat next to him.
An old, eccentric man with a long beard and sparkling blue eyes who wore a long purple robe and a gaudy cap. He was the world famous wizard and the epitome of goodness, Albus Dumbledore.
The other person had a long, crooked nose and shoulder-length black, greasy hair. He surveyed his two companions with a deadly, cold gaze, his eyes as black as ink.
The third of them was a woman. She was wearing an emerald robe and her gray hair was in a tight bun. Her face was wrinkled and her lips were drawn into a narrow line. She looked stern but fair.
"So Albus," the woman began before looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "You said you met Sibyl Trelawney."
The black haired man smirked. "Twice," he said mockingly.
Albus nodded.
"She told me two important prophecies."
He began to say:
"Born from the ashes of pain and sorrow,
the child of destiny is born.
A descendant of all four founders,
his blood carries legacy and power.
With power comparable to the dark lord,
but a soul marked by both darkness and light.
His childhood will be full of trials, pain and suffering.
He will stand at the crossroads of two roads,
His choice will decide:
Either save the world
or engulf him in darkness.
Connected with the Chosen One,
son of a deer and a lily,
bring either hope
or destruction"
The man and woman looked at each other.
"How is the other one? The woman asked quietly.
Albus Dumbledore slowly began to say:
“The coming of the one in whose power it is to defeat the Lord of All Evil is near…
he will be born to those who have defied him three times already, at the very end of the seventh month of the year…
and the Lord of Evil will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power that the Lord of Evil himself does not know...
therefore one of them must die by the hand of the other for neither can live if the other remains alive...
He in whose power it is to defeat the Lord of all evil will be born when the seventh month is dying...”
There was silence for a while.
Then the stern woman spoke.
"You really believe that, don't you?" she asked warily.
Albus nodded.
“More than anything, Minerva. I think it is our key to defeating Voldemort.'
Both Minerva and the other man winced at the name.
Still, the other man smirked again.
"I think it's about as likely as if you ever stopped eating those nasty lemon candies and didn't get diabetes."
Albus turned to him quickly. "These candies happen to be great, Severus."
Minerva sighed.
"Why are we talking about candy instead of war and fortune telling," she muttered tiredly.
Albus shrugged. "I think we've already agreed that we believe the oracles."
Minerva and Severus looked at each other for a moment before quickly, uncertainly nodding.
However, they had no idea that someone behind the door had been listening to them for some time and that he had heard the last prophecy that he would pass on to Lord Voldemort in a few hours and that it would change the course of everything.