Harry Potter and the Warring of the Prophets

The future is set. Or is it? With human Seers and Centaurs predicting opposing fates for the world - both Muggle and Wizarding - Lord Voldemort must be headed off until the prophets are sure of what they're seeing. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord can't be Harry's biggest concern when Hermione is falling apart at the seams and Ron may - or may not - have bigger problems than anyone could have seen when the brains attacked.

“Could you have prevented Tom Riddle Senior from leaving his wife before… Voldemort,” Ginny spat, then shuddered, “was born?”

Dumbledore's ancient, tired eyes smiled. "Because you are sitting in the arms of one baby that Lord Voldemort could not kill. As long as Harry is alive... so will be love, innocence, and - most especially - hope."

A smiling little Ginny, waving frantically up at them, dressed in black wizard robes and a pointed hat.

“The greatest gift must be taken before it can be given – when the wolf moon rises to meet the dog star, the resurrected one will serve him, and he will be invincible.”