Awakening the Power Within

***Chapter One***

Taliesan and Aryn of Descartes

Year September 2004

The night air was cool as Dumbledore stood looking out his window. In the distance he could see a hawk flying toward the castle. He just stood there watching it draw nearer to his window. The hawk flew in the window, Dumbledore held out his hand for the hawk to land. He walked over to a chair lowering the hawk down. "Please, take a seat Aryn," Dumbledore said to the man now sitting before him in purple Robes of such valor it would shame a king. Dumbledore remembered Aryn from his childhood; his hair had always reminded him of a freshly fallen snow, with eyes of the bluest ocean. "I must say you don't look a day older than when we were young men. Well, I would assume that you are not here for pleasure," he said as he sat down behind his desk, his fingertips pressed together, as the fire was crackling in the grate, softly illuminating the room with an orange glow.

"I do not know where to begin here Albus," the old man looked intensely at Dumbledore. "Taliesan and my self both know where you stand on these sorts of things. She insisted that you be the first to see this," he said as he handed a rolled piece of parchment, with a heady scent of Myrrh to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore unrolled the parchment, looking down through his half moon spectacles; he began to read in silence.

'In her twenty-fourth year, the red-haired maiden, who was the first female child born in over a hundred years to those who are of the pure of wizarding blood, will give birth to twins as the ninth month begins. One male child and one female child. The birth of these two children is pertinent to the downfall of a new darkness that is coming soon up on us.

For the love bond that creates the blood that flows through these two children's veins will be stronger with the ancient ways of magic than their fathers. They can bring balance to both sides for their blood will be the purest of the un-pure.'

Dumbledore looked up at Aryn, his fingers still pressed together.

"What do you make of it Albus?" Aryn asked Dumbledore in a very a careful tone.

"I am glad Taliesan sent you here first. This, in the wrong hands could have devastating effects on us all," Dumbledore said as he got out of his chair, walking over to one of the portraits. "Please ask Minerva to join me immediately." Turning back to Aryn, "Has this been reported to the Ministry yet?" he asked in a very direct manner. The ministry kept a record of all prophecies.

"No. Taliesan was waiting for your response to it first. She doesn't have that much faith in the Ministry," he said as he got up. "You know Albus, you are just about the only wizard outside of Descartes that she trusts," adding with great reverence, "she always said that when you were a young boy, you were very special, Albus."

Looking a little embarrassed, "Is this the only prophecy she has had about this young lady?" Dumbledore spoke with a look of questioning on his face.

"As far as I know," Aryn replied. "But then again she does not inform me of everyone she has."

"I need you to make arrangements for me to meet with her Aryn. We need to discuss the matter at hand," Dumbledore said as he walked over to his Pinsieve and began to remove the silvery strands from his head to the bowl.

The stair case began to revolve behind them. "Albus, is everything okay?" Professor McGonagall said as she rushed in the room, "Aryn, how nice to see you," she said acknowledging the handsome elderly man standing before her.

"Minerva, how are you my dear?" Aryn spoke to Professor McGonagall with a smile on his face.

"Minerva, I want to thank you for coming at such a late hour. It seems that Aryn has brought us some news all the way from Descartes," he said to her as he continued to put thoughts in the Pinsieve.

Squinting her eyes, she looked at Aryn, "Really? What news would that be?" Professor McGonagall shared the same views on these matters as Professor Dumbledore. There was a fine line between 'fortune telling' and prophecy, as far as they were concerned.

Aryn retrieved the parchment from Dumbledore's desk and placed it in her hands. She put on her spectacles and began to read the passage on the parchment. When she finished, she slowly let the parchment fall to her side. "What does this mean Albus?" looking at him with much confusion.

"Well it is my conclusion that Taliesan knew some of these things have already taken place and are in the very near future possible. That is why she sent Aryn." He sat back down at his desk taking out his wand conjuring Professor McGonagall a chair.

As she sat down in the chair she was reading over the parchment again.

"Albus who?" she said in exasperation, "who do you think she is talking about?"

"Well I only know of one family whose is considered to a pure wizarding blood line," he looked at her his eyes twinkling in the fire light. "They have one daughter and all of them have red hair."

"You mean Ginny Weasley!" McGonagall said in shock. "But how could this be Albus, she is just a child and what about," she stopped abruptly.

"Ah, she is only a child in our eyes Minerva. Ginny is quite the young lady these days," he said in a very placid manner.

"And the father?" she was reading the passage again.

"Only one comes to mind," Dumbledore said as he was lost in thought, perching his arms on the desk.

She looked at him with an astounded look, "Potter?" her eyes questioned him greatly, "Are you sure?"

With his fingertips still pressed together he raised his eye brows, blinked and slightly nodded his head as he responded, "Well one can never be certain of anything," pausing to look at her deeply, "Minerva would you please send an owl to the Mr. & Mrs. Weasley and Ginny I need to meet with them tomorrow."

"And Potter?" she asked with a stern look on her face.

"I will leave that, to the discretion to the young Miss Weasley," saying as he got up from his chair and walked to the window.

"Albus are you sure it is wise to tell her?" she said with great concern.

"Minerva, I have made that mistake before," he said, his voice very solemn.

"Albus, I will need to leave straight away to tell Taliesan you are coming. When should I tell her to expect you?" Aryn asked as he got up and walked toward Dumbledore.

"Tomorrow. Tell her there will be two of us attending," he said looking at Aryn with twinkling eyes.

"Two. But I do not understand," Aryn said a little confused with the answer he received form Dumbledore.

"Yes, Aryn. Two. Myself and young Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said holding up his hand counting on his fingers.

Aryn was not sure why he wanted to bring the girl to Descartes. But he trusted Dumbledore had his reasons for his actions. With that he said his goodbyes and flew out into the pitch black night.

The next morning, there was a smell of rain in the air. Professor McGonagall was leading the Weasley's to Dumbledore's office. "Cream Soda," she said flicking her fingers at the gargoyle. The spiral staircase started to move upwards. "After you," she held her hand out for Mrs. Weasley to go before her.

Ginny felt strange being back at Hogwarts. It had been five years since she had finished school. Why would Dumbledore want to be meeting them here, usually if he had something to tell them, they would meet at Grimmauld Place. She shivered as she walked into Dumbledore's office, she could feel as soon as she looked at him that this had to be very important. Looking around his office brought back many memories; she gave silent chuckle thinking back to her school days. Though as she stood there she couldn't help but get the feeling something there was hiding from her or being hidden.

"Ah, Arthur, Molly and Ginny, thank you for coming on such short notice," Dumbledore spoke as he rose out of his chair. "Dobby has brought breakfast for you. Crumpet?"

"No thanks, but I would love some Coffee," Mr. Weasley said as he sat down in a chair opposite of the fire.

"Well I suppose you are wandering why I have asked you to come," Dumbledore said looking between them, eyeing each very closely.

"Well it had crossed out minds a time or two," Mrs. Weasley said grinning while sipping her tea.

"I will get straight to the point then. Last night I had a visitor from Descartes," he said very matter of fact eyes narrowing on each of them.

"Really, Who?" Mr. Weasley said his eyebrows together.

"Aryn. He brought me a message from Taliesan," said Dumbledore as he buttered a crumpet.

"She hasn't cast a prophecy yet that failed to come to pass," Mrs. Weasley said with a faltering voice taking a sip of her tea.

"Well I think she has a few that have failed, but just because it is prophesized does not mean it is cast in stone," Dumbledore added with a slight chuckle.

"What does that have to do with us?" Ginny spoke up as she was taking a sip of her hot chocolate that Dobby had brought her.

"I am afraid, Miss Weasley. That it has everything to do with you," he spoke to her looking over his half moon spectacles.

"What?" said a panicked Mrs. Weasley. Professor McGonagall put an arm around her shoulder.

"Let's not get too worked up Molly, dear," said Mr.Weasley as he reached out and took her hand.

"What do you mean?" Ginny said profoundly, as she stood handing her cup to Dobby,

"Well you should read it for yourself, Ginny," said Dumbledore his voice trailing as he was handing the parchment to Ginny.

The last time he called her Ginny was when she and Luna got caught sneaking in filibusters to set off in the front corridor, they were trying to make a distraction for something, Ginny couldn't remember exactly for what though. Snapping out of the memory, she walked over and sat down on the arm of her father's chair. They leaned in over Ginny as she unrolled the parchment, she could smell a heavy scent of Myrrh on the parchment. She and her parents read the parchment in silence. They sat there for a moment looking at Ginny.

"How could this be professor? I do not even have a boy friend much less a husband to have children with," she said as she stood and walked to the fireplace.

"Ah, but my dear Ginny, it takes so little time for things to change," he said very convincing

"I know, but I just don't get it. Besides whom is great love bond supposed to be with. It doesn't even say," Ginny said trying to stay calm.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat there in silence, taking in every word that was being said. Mrs. Weasley had a very intense look on her face, like she had just been smacked.

"Yes, Dumbledore who is the father of these children supposed to be," Mr. Weasley spoke with an unbelieving in his voice.

"Well, that is very tricky. But after much thought, I could only come to one conclusion," spoke Dumbledore as he looked Ginny in the eye with such focus, "I know you have a certain fondness for someone with whom you have become very close to over the years, Miss Weasley," he smiled at her. "If I remember correctly, he is fond of you too."

"Harry?" Ginny said with a questioning tone giving a slight chuckle. "If he is he has a very funny way of showing it. I admit I have grown quite fond of Harry over the last several years, but something just always keeps us apart," her voice trailed off.

"Who? But how?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted as if Ginny had not spoken.

"Well I can not be fore sure, Molly, but that is my guess," Dumbledore said with calmness. "Now there is one more thing." Dumbledore paused turning to look at Ginny before he continued, "I feel that Ginny needs to come with me to Descartes."

"Professor, if you think that Harry is going to be the father of these, my, our children, shouldn't he be here too?" Ginny asked a little confused at what she was saying. She could hear herself saying it but it just didn't seem right.

"Well, Ginny, that will be entirely at your discretion," he said as he got out of his chair and walked to the window. "The reason being, that is was no question as to whom the mother in this prophecy is. But as to the father, it is less obvious. Now I know that you know Harry's background and how his mother protected him with an ancient magic. That ancient magic still flow's through his veins today. His Aunt Petunia stays with him now, since Death Eaters killed his Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley, after Harry had defeated Voldemort. She made a pact with Harry, with me, but most of all with Lily, when she agreed to allow Harry's home to be with her. They have had a lot of time to heal. And so the bond and the protection have grown stronger," he turned walking back towards Mr. and Mrs. Weasley laying a hand on their shoulders.

Ginny, couldn't remember the last time she felt such heaviness in her heart. She had loved Harry since she had known him. They had been through a lot together. He was her best friend even more than Hermione and Ron. But she wasn't sure what kind of love, if any, that he felt for her and if the love she had for him was romantic love. "Professor how do you know, about Harry and me, I mean?"

"I don't," Dumbledore said flatly as he looked at her for a moment. Ginny felt that there was something he wasn't telling her.

"Okay. I will go with you," she answered, her voice was strong. Ginny told her mom and dad she would be back and not to worry, everything would be fine. Mrs. Weasley was crying into Mr. Weasley' shoulder.

Mr. Weasley on the other hand looked at his daughter with great pride. He knew in his heart that she truly had been a gift to them and now he knew why.

Dumbledore held Ginny close to him and with a wave of his hand they vanished form his office. Ginny felt like she was floating in a dream. The air around them was very comfortable and inviting. The light seemed to be filtering in as the motion stopped.

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"Now Molly don't worry I am sure everything will be okay," Professor McGonagall said to Mrs. Weasley patting her on the back. She looked around to Dobby and motioned for him to bring them some tea.

"I am sure they are Minerva. I am sure they are," Mr. Weasley said with great confidence.