Harry Potter and the Trail of Stars

THE LOST PROPHECY

It was an hour after the students had left for the train home, and Albus Dumbledore was searching for something. Hogwarts was never in such a mess before, until now, that is. It was a peaceful day, too peaceful if you know what I mean. He had a sense of growing dread. 'The boy would be in his relations care soon,' he thought, referring to Harry Potter.

He wished nothing more than for the boy to be happy, even if it meant risking other lives, but alas, he couldn't do that. "Too many burdens for one boy to carry," he muttered, thinking back to a few days ago when he had explained to Harry about the prophecy made about him. He wished that the prophecy would elaborate more about the part where one must kill the other. It wasn't until a few days ago, when he last looked at his memories of the prophecy, that he had noticed something wrong with it. He frowned, as he wondered about it more, and thought maybe he had looked past something.

'Since when was a prophecy not sure about something?' he wondered, of course, thinking about who was going to die at the end. It was something anyone could have guessed, and of course, Voldemort would love to kill the boy, and vise versa. Of course someone would die at the end. Anyone could see that. 'And where did I put my Pensieve?' he wondered, wanting to have a look at Sibyll's form and voice when she said that last half of the prophecy. He must look into this sometime.

Located in the second compartment of his desk, was a box full of lemon drops, and some very old books dating back to many centuries ago, birthday gifts from his colleagues and friends. Like he told Harry in his first year, people would much rather buy him books, and all he ever wanted was a pair of socks. It was true that he did not tell Harry the truth when he asked him what he saw in the Mirror of Erised. But then again, it had been a personal question. What he saw was something that only a few know of, including Harry's late parents, Remus, the late Sirius, and Petunia, yes, Petunia Dursley. 'It's strange how the closest of sisters could drift apart so much,' he wondered, knowing the reason, but not understanding the action.

Putting this thought aside, he reached out into the drawer, too tired to use magic, and took out the box. Ah, his favorite sweet. As he reached out for the candy, his hands came across a smooth sheet of paper, obviously enchanted with a non-aging spell. It was not there before, as he only had some lemon drops the day before. Curiosity got the better of him.

He decided to read it. After reading the first line of it, the page had completely caught his attention, mostly by the fact that the nine red dots on the page, which was arranged like a constellation of an ancient creature, had glowed. No sooner had it lighted up, it had taken off, out of the page, and onto the ceiling of his office. The nine red sparks (still glowing red) had arranged themselves on the ceiling, first in the form of the ancient animal. Then, slowly, rearranged themselves, as though speeding through time. Finally, it reached the point where it was hardly moving. Professor Dumbledore recognized the form, a triangle. Baffled by this, Dumbledore read on, hoping for some explanation of this.

This is the last prophecy of Dyffinsor, Lord Magus of the Three, as recorded before my death. There is not much time. The Dark shadow is gaining on me, seeking me out. My powers, I fear, had been burnt out. The only hope left is Haldimir. I hope against hope that Duffodil will see the light. But alas, it is the end for me. I pray that the world seeks the light. My mentor, warned me against the Burn Out, but there was too much to be done. Too much at stake. Too many life and death decisions. Too many choices. It's all about choices. Everything comes down to that. There is little hope for the Third Magus. His powers are weak compared to the shadow combined with Duffodil. I despair, but I shall give him my blessing and guidance when I pass on. I bid the Starlight 'farewell,' and I shall see it again soon from the Elysium Clouds. I write my prophecy from what Haldimir has heard me tell. Know this, whoever this letter finds first after its care from my direct relation, shall be the third mentor. I do not know much about the second Awakening, but it will be during a time of harmony. The third shall be during the Third War for the balance. The prophecy is never to be shown to the traitors of the Starlight. The Second Magus shall always awaken, and even though he is the traitor of the Starlight, the powers must be balanced. In the Third War, I have foreseen that it would be the right time to call upon the Lyre. I also have foreseen that by that time, the First War will have slipped out of almost all knowledge. Mentor, contact the descendants of the Ellvianes. Seek what can be found. Gather all that can and must be gathered. Mentor, see this and do, and here is my prophecy as recorded by Haldimir.

WHEN THE NINE FROM THE HELIOMISTE FORM THE PERFECT RIGHT, WITH 90, 60, 30, THE AWAKENING SHALL COMMENCE. IN THE NEXT EVERY 777 YEARS, A LORD MAGUS SHALL BE BORN. 787 FOR THE SECOND, AND 778 FOR THE THIRD. THEIR POWERS WILL NOT AWAKEN UNLESS THE NINE AWAKEN. THE FIRST SHALL BE BORN IN THE 7TH SECOND OF THE 7TH MINUTE, ON THE 7TH HOUR OF THE 27TH DAY IN THE 7TH MONTH. HE SHALL BE 90. THE THIRD SHALL BE BORN IN THE 8TH SECOND OF THE 8TH MINUTE, ON THE 8TH HOUR OF THE 8TH DAY IN THE 8TH MONTH. HE SHALL BE 30. THE SECOND SHALL BE BORN IN THE 10TH SECOND OF THE 10TH MINUTE, ON THE 10TH HOUR OF THE 30TH DAY IN THE 5TH MONTH. THE THREE SHALL AWAKEN EACH TIME THE NINE ARRANGE. ONE MONTH PRIOR TO THE FIRST AWAKENING, A WARNING SHALL BE GIVEN. THRICE THIS WILL OCCUR IN THE FIRST FIVE MILLENIUMS OF THE SAI. ONE HAS ALREADY COME TO PASS. A MENTOR SHALL BE FOREWARNED, IN ORDER TO GUIDE THE LOYAL TWO. THE FIRST AND THIRD SHALL BE HALF. THE SECOND SHALL BE PURE. TWO MORE TIMES, SHALL THE HELIOMISTE COMMAND. IN THE THIRD WAR, ACCOMPANIED BY THE HELIOMISTE, SHALL BE THE SONG AND THE EYE. ACCOMPANIED BY MEN, SHALL BE STARS. OF THE THIRD AWAKENING, LOOK TO THE COMING OF THE THREE. WHEN THE MOON BURNS RED AGAINST A VELVET SKY, LOOK TO THE EAST, SEEK THE NINE. WHEN THE SHADOW MUST BE TURNED BACK, CALL ON THE STRINGS.

From this prophecy, I use my magic, and find that it will come once in a year called 100 B.C., and once about two thousand years after the second Awakening, in a time of struggle and war. In a time of crisis and despair. In a time before a new hope. I do not know what those codes, 'B.C' stand for, I guess the future will know. I warn you, beware of the Second, as Haldimir and I have not. You have the advantage. You have the knowledge we knew not. Once more, beware of the Second. I have seen that his Awakening shall be the beginning of a new Line, though I cannot see more. I rest now, hoping to guide Haldimir through his rough journey. I warn you once more, beware of the Second, though his heir, if guided well and right, shall see the Starlight. Beware of

The note ended there, but it didn't look like it was quite finished. 'Of course,' thought Dumbledore, 'these were Dyffinsor's last words.' He remembered reading in a book about Dyffinsor and the Magids. He knew more about Magids than most Witches and Wizards.

Then, suddenly quite alarmed by this prophecy, he turned back to the words...The Nine...Heliomiste...Triangle...Three...Beware...

As quite as a flash, he grabbed some powder by the fireside and threw it into the fireplace, and called out, "Cassandra Sinistra!"

Cassandra appeared, all dusty, and walked out of the fireplace. "Yes, Albus?" She noticed the nine sparks on the ceiling, and then at Albus looking quite alarmed and confused,and her eyes finally rested on the piece of parchment on his desk. With a question formed in her eyes, she asked, "What is it?"

"Come here. I need you to look at this and read it, and tell me what you think of it," requested Dumbledore, gesturing to the prophecy on his desk, and then, "Wait..." He remembered another line, 'Never to be shown to outsides and traitors of the Starlight.' Cassandra looked at his face, first in frustration, then in deep thought, and finally, she saw a final look, as though he had just made some heavy decision. 'Outsiders...what precisely is the definition?' Dumbledore thought, 'perhaps...traitors?' He had made up his mind. Yes...he would tell Cassy...

Cassandra was alarmed by his pensive look. Finally, Dumbledore spoke.

"Cassy, I need you to read and look over this. Here. Normally, I would ask a seer, but I'm afraid I cannot allow this to fall into the wrong hands. Firenze, I trust, but he is currently with Hagrid and Grawp, trying to give his people some sense. If something, anything goes wrong, I'm sure Hagrid and his brother can hightail out of there with Firenze." He handed the parchment over to her, who took one look at the first line, and became quite curious. Dumbledore watched in satisfaction, as his colleague's eyebrows rose so high, almost trying to be lost in her hair, then her face paled, and finally, a sparkle filling her eyes and glittered.

"You seem to understand something about this prophecy? I see." Dumbledore's face shown with satisfaction, that together, they would be able to figure out exactly how to interpret this prophecy. Unable to conceal her excitement any longer, she started talking.

"D-Dyffinsor! My ancestor. Merlin's beard, you've found his last prophecy, Albus!" cried Cassandra, positively filling with excitement and tears. Dumbledore had a sudden thought, and reached into the seventh compartment of his second drawer desk.

"Ah...Here it is..." said Dumbledore, with delight, pointing to his Pensieve. "I thought I'd lost it...Go on Cassy...This is your field of skill. I was never such a master at astronomy I'm afraid...and I'm almost certain that somewhere in this prophecy refers to stars...if I have not been mistaken...now...I'm sure you know of what Sirius Dyffinsor speaks of, and it says here plainly that this prophecy was handed down among your ancestors, and here it says that it will be lost for some time, and that the first person to read it, will be the mentor. I think I need to know all about Dyffinsor and his heirs as much as I possibly can. From my study of Magids, I have come to the conclusion that the Line of the Magi runs through heirs."

"Certainly, Albus. My family speaks of an ancient prophecy that has been handed down through generations of his direct heir, and that somewhere along the line, it has been lost, but no one was frantic about it, for they knew it must be lost in order to fulfill the prophecy, as Sirius Dyffinsor wrote. Did you know that his main Animagus form was a dog? Well anyways...this prophecy has been passed down, his heir and direct relations memorized it...He had his prophecy when the Third Magus, Halroneen Haldimir was present, and recorded down his prophecy." Dumbledore nodded, and gestured for her to go on. She cleared her throat, and talked on, as though recalling her memories of long ago.

"When Sirilus Dyffinsor wrote his last words, the Awakening of the Magids has happened once already, to him and two others. Halroneen Haldimir and Parilsyn Duffodil. Parilsyn Duffodil, as I was told, was a dark wizard. I believe he was the Second power. Halroneen was the Third, as told by him, and had the weakest powers, not that any Magid could be called 'weak,' but he was the Magid with the lesser powers. You probably know this...but...the younger the Magus when awakened...the more powerful he is. There is already a set boundary for how powerful each magus is. The Lord Magus is the 90. If he is awakened below the age of 20, his powers will be double all the way to infinite the Star's set boundary. This is only for the Lord Magus...not the others...Also...the Mentor of the two...if needed...can call upon the Shared power of the two loyal Magids. Sirius Dyffinsor, as you know, was the First. He was the most powerful. Another Magus Awakening has happened, as my great great grandmother had told me (the celebrated seer), about the year 100 B.C., and it wasn't too largely important, as it was during a time of Harmony." Cassandra took out her wand, and muttered, "Io Water desiderata," and a goblet of water appeared in her hand. She took a sip.

Dumbledore, amused by this spell, had chuckled. Trust Cassandra to invent this spell.

She went on. "The second Awakening was by the name of Abonius, Forcantris, and Tellimond. Forcantris was from the Dyffinsor line. I'm not sure about the other two. Albus, I'm afraid I can only recall the Dyffinsor line."

"That's quite alright. The more we know, the better," replied Albus.

"Alright then. You see, Sirius Dyffinsor had only one daughter, who married a wizard by the name of Patrick Rhynstone. If I remembered correctly, which is most likely, they had three girls, Beatrice, Athelia, and Angelus. Beatrice married a Trelawney, by the name of Palmillan. Athelia married Frank Nissiland. Angelus married Renasor Deranger. The prophecy was, of course, passed down through the Trelawney line, the line of seers. It turns out Palmillan Trelawney was a distant relative of Sirilus Dyffinsor, so the blood was more pure along that line. Angelus and Renasor Deranger had a boy, who married, and also had a boy. This line went down like this for many generations. The Trelawney line also went on with one boy for each generation. After many generations, the Deranger boy, Ralphael married a girl called Cinia Pastal, a famous painter, and had a girl named Gabrielle, who married a Muggle, called Harold Granger. They didn't have children, and I believe they adopted two boys from another old Wizarding family, the Serabonds, I think. One of them, Jonedied, from a rare disease. The other, Rhine, married a Muggle, and had a son, Dillan Granger. He had a son who also married a Muggle, and so the generation went on like this. For many generations in marrying Muggles, the magic was laid thin, and was gradually marked down as a Muggle. Anyways, the Trelawney boy married, and had a girl named Cassandra Clairvoiyante Trelawney, and a boy named Forcantris Trelawney, a Magus from the second Magus Awakening, who did not marry and did not have any children. Cassandra, the celebrated seer, married, but didn't wish to change her maiden name. Her daughter also married, but didn't wish to change her maiden name. This generation went on with one girl each. The maiden name stayed. It was tradition, actually. Two generations later, the great granddaughter of Clair had two girls, by the name of Sibyll Trelawney and Cassandra Trelawney. Of course, you know who that is." There, she stopped to breathe."

"Go on," pushed Dumbledore, clearly finding it fascinating, and wanting to know more about the heirs of Dyffinsor. If Cassandra didn't notice, his wand was in his Pensieve, recording down this memory, and his thoughts.

"Sibyll kept the tradition of keeping the maiden name. She also thought it would be good for finding a career, and you hired her. I, on the other hand, decided to be some sort of a rebel on this matter, so I took my father's name of Sinistra. Personally, I think Cassandra Sinistra sounds a lot better than Cassandra Trelawney. Um...back to the Granger line. You remember that I said that there was an adoption in that line? Well...yes...see...the last line of the Grangers...was Don Granger and Amy Granger, and they had a daughter, Hermione Granger, if I'm not mistaken. I think there were some cousins somewhere in that line. I forgot when and where. Her blood relations as of Don Granger and a couple of generations back to where the adoption took place; the adopted boy was the son of an ancient Wizarding family, Serabond, which can be traced back to the Lyres. So, going back to now, her family was put down for Muggles, however, the magic line is not all gone, even though the blood has been laid thin, after generations of marrying Muggles. It was in Hermione Granger that the Magic had awakened again. I don't know why. Now, it was a couple of centuries ago, that the Nissiland line had a daughter, Caroline Nissiland, who married a man named Hill Windsor. They had a daughter named Jewelisa, who married Salazar Slytherin, and had a son, which went like this for some generations, and then had a daughter named Calliwick Slytherin, who married a man named Thomas Riddle, a Muggle. They had a son name Thomas MarvaloRiddle, named after his father. Remember Tom Riddle? The head boy that received a special service award? Well...that was him. Anyways, back to Caroline Nissiland. She married Hill Windsor, and had a daughter, as I've said. But shortly after, she divorced Windsor, and married a Potter. The line went down, one baby boy born each time. I believe that Harry Potter is the currently heir of this line. Amazing isn't it? Hmmm...I wonder...I dunno where Tom is right now...Seemed to have vanished about eighteen years ago. Vanished, I tell you. Disappeared off the face of the earth for all I know.

"Cassy...you have been a great help. You understand this prophecy, don't you...Yes...now, about the star's arrangement. This is your field of expertise."

"Of course, Albus. See those nine sparkles on the ceiling?" she asked pointing to it. "Well, currently, they've arranged themselves as a replica model of the actual nine stars in the sky. It says in the prophecy that before this arrangement, it was the HeliomisteConstellation, and if you look to the east, you'll see it. When the stars arrange in a right triangle with the thirty and sixty degree angles, the Magus Forewarning will start. I see that the sparks look like a right triangle. We'll have to measure the angles to see how far into the final arrangement it's gone. Albus...I think Muggle tools would be most essential. I don't trust the magic to do what I say."

"I believe I have a Muggle measuring tool called a protractor. Arthur Weasley gave it to me as a present after one of his tasks of some sort. Still got the birthday card! Here, it is in my first desk drawer." He reached into the drawer, and pulled out a half circled shape with lines all over it.

"Thank you Albus. I have used this before...I find that the metal protractor with the specific details is most helpful for measuring the angle of stars to the earth..." She levitated herself with a spell, so that she was almost touching the ceiling. She took the protractor and proceeded to measure the seemly right angle. "90..." she muttered, and proceeded on the next biggest angle, "59.99...most likely...so close to 60..." and she proceeded onto the last angle. "Perfectly 30 on the dot," she muttered. She took out her wand and took the spell off, and floated gently down to the floor.

"Well Albus...It seems that it's almost time. It is a right triangle. The 90 degree side and 30 degree side is all arranged. The supposed 60 degree side is almost complete. I estimate...a couple of hours...most probable today or tomorrow," she said, after carefully checking her calculations.

"What will happen...I think none of us will be ready for. We will have to wait and see. Now, you confirmed my thoughts that the Magus Line happens in heirs. The prophecy says that the first one will be born in the 7th second of the 7th minute of the 7th hour of the 27th day of the 7th month. What were those heirs again? Harry, Tom, Hermione...no wait...she is no blood relative of Dyffinsor...right...she was from the adoption line...You, Sibyll, Your mother, your grandmother...and...others..." said Dumbledore, in deep thought.

"Right. These heirs are of the Dyffinsorline, so it's safe to say, the Lord Magus line and the 90 degrees. We'll have to look at their birth date to see who it is. Now, looking at the years is almost useless...Albus...Sirius Dyffinsor, when he was the Magus...his mentor was someone of his family...and you were the one who found this lost prophecy, so it's probable that you are the Mentor, and therefore cannot be the Magus."

"Brilliant deduction...I was born one July 27th you know..." added Dumbledore, proud of his relative.

"I was born at night on July 2^nd , so it's definitely not me. Sibyll was born the year after me, in July 27th in the morning, at 7 o'clock I believe. The hospital files won't have the birth hour I'm afraid. They believe it to be bad luck," she said thoughtfully. "Probably cheered and aided on by Clairvoiyante," she added, in an undertone.

"Sibyll might be the one, but according to the prophecy, the Lord Magus is half. I'm not completely sure what that means, but I think it may be meaning Halfblood. Now...Tom Riddle...he was born in June in the morning I believe...but I'm not sure of the exactly hour, and it's not as though he told me face to face. He is a Halfblood. I clearly hope he's not," Dumbledore mumbled the last sentence. "Now...What about your mother and grandmother, Cassy?"

"My mother had the Sight. People who are born in July, usually have some kind of Sight. No one knew that the generations of children after my great great grandmother also had partial sight. My generation is where the sight is less intensified. My mother was born on the 27th day of July, but none of us know of the exactly time. My grandmother was born in July, of course, but even she does not know the date of her birth except that there was a seven in there. It could've been the 7th , 17th, or 27th day, or the 7th hour or the 17th hour. Oh dear, we're not getting anywhere are we Albus?"

"Contrary to what you've said.....I now have two suspicions to who might be the magus. Tom and Harry. Your line are all purebloods. The more I think about the words in the prophecy, the more I believe it's any of those two," said Albus, shaking his head.

"But Albus. It can't be Harry Potter. He was born on the 31^st!" exclaimed Cassandra, positively bewildered.

"No Cassy. Harry was born on the 27^th. On the 27^th of July of that particular year, all the children who were born had been given a different birth date. Harry's real birth date had been pushed forward several days, to the 31^st. The reason for that, we do not know. You should do some research on this, and inform us on the grand gathering."

He certainly did not wish it to be Tom, for the obvious reason. But too many events point out that it indeed was probably Tom. To Cassandra, it seemed that suddenly, Albus had aged in front of her eyes. She became concerned, but decided not to question it.

"Oh. I see. Probably thought 27 was bad luck or something. I confess I'm terribly disappointed in Sibyll, walking in the hallways, looking as though she knew everything. As much as I despise that Umbridge woman, I feel that she has done some good for Sibyll. Thank God I took my father's surname, rather than my mother's. Otherwise, kids would probably treat me the same as Sibyll, like an overgrown bat with glasses. I will look into the birth date change soon," said Cassandra, not knowing what else to say.

"I confess I did not know of Ms. Granger's ancestry line. The Serabonds, an old Wizarding family...I did not know of Harry's and Tom's relations. I did not know..." droned Albus...wondering how to break this terrible and distressing news to Harry.

"I wonder who the Three Magids are. It is essential to the war. Goodness knows I'd cry in front of my colleagues if it turned out that Voldemort had somehow managed to acquire Magus Powers. Oh the horrors..." said Dumbledore...clearly distressed.

"Oh Albus...What are the chances of that happening? I mean...the odds are countless..." laughed Cassandra, not knowing the reason behind the worries.

"I assure you...the odds of that happening are pretty high up," replied Dumbledore, gloom overcoming him. Tom Riddle...Lord Voldemort...

"Albus?" called Cassandra, wanting to know the reasons for this sudden mad thought.

He suddenly awoke from his thoughts, and replied, "Yes?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Albus took off his half moon spectacles, and laid them in his clock pocket. "I'm going to tell you something many people do not know. You see, when you told me that Tom Riddle was an heir, well...you can guess why I was dreading that...can you not?" asked Dumbledore, not wanting to talk about his worries.

"Er...What do you mean?" asked Cassandra...and after moments of silence...Dumbledore looked up at her. She quickly said, "Oh come off it Albus...You worry more than anyone I know...How could you possibly think that Tom Riddle is working for You-Know-Who? Absurd!" said Cassandra.

"No Cassy...I'm afraid it's much worse than that...brace yourself...Tom Marvolo Riddle...think of the name now...rearrange the letters..." said Dumbledore, giving her a hint.

She took out her wand, and traced in midair, TOMMARVOLORIDDLE, and then tried many arrangements.

"I'll give you another clue...from those letters are the words...I AM...Take those letters out, and see what you can get." said Albus...looking old and tired.

Cassandra brushed the I, A, M letters off to the side, and now looked at the words...

TOMRVOLORDDLE

She saw that there was a LORD in there, and she brushed that off to the side...

TOMRVODLE

She glared at the words, the name slowly forming in her mind, and then she looked at the words she brushed off to the side...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed bloody murder...and fainted, falling to the floor, but not before crashing through the door, making a nice human sized hole.

Albus sighed. It was then that Severus Snapeand Minerva McGonagall came rushing into his office, and climbing in through the hole, carefully stepping over Cassandra's body. Professor McGonagall was the first to recover, and stepped up to Dumbledore, with Snapefollowing closely behind, staring at the mess.

"Dumbledore...Cassy! What happened? Was it You-Know-Who?" asked Minerva, her face pale.

"I'm afraid it was Voldemort...to some degree...Oh and she's just fainted...nothing serious...please take her up to the Hospital Wing," replied Dumbledore, but Severus had a more questioning look in his eyes. "If you must know..." here he chuckled, "It was not because Voldemort attacked her. I must say...She took the news of Voldemort being Tom Riddle worse than I thought. Though, not simply from this...but something else along the way dealing with the Magids...I'm afraid I have to do some more study on this matter...Know this...be ready for whatever happens today or tomorrow," said Albus, giving no indication that he would say more on this subject.

Understanding that they were to take Cassandra to the Hospital Wing, they left the office, still with wonder at what he'd just said. "One last thing," shouted Albus, "Kindly inform me when Cassy has woken up!" They merely nodded. Sighing, he looked at his planet watch, and knew that the Hogwarts Express should have arrived at the Platform by now.

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Meanwhile, a thin boy with wild black hair and emerald green eyes had just left Moody and the others after their hearty talk with a petrified uncle Vernonabout Harry's well being.

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