Harry Potter and the Trail of Stars

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX...IT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FIFTH BOOK. THIS STORY IS TOLD IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE IMPORTANT CHARACTERS, INCLUDING THE TRIO AND STAFF MEMBERS. AND THE USUAL DISCLAIMER.

A/N:

Okay, in case some of you didn't catch it in the 11^th chapter, the Lady's name is GladriaRoyal Rose Luminost. If you smart people would have figured it out by now, I took that name 'Luminost' from the word 'Luminosity.' Brilliance, radiance, light, glow, whatever. So you can pretty much guess what her appearance looks like without her disguise. She has two daughters, Holli and Grace, with one of her middle names, Royal and Rose. If you read back to the part where she was introduced, you'll know more about her power. And the fact that Voldemort can't fight her and vise versa...which might be explained...someday...if I feel like it...Anyways...I warned you all to read in detail...or you might not catch everything, and here's the chapter...

MEETING OF THE STARLIGHT TRAILS

Harry had a sudden thought. Gladria seemed to see inside Harry's mind. What if she found out? Of course Harry felt grateful to his seat for not informing everyone of him being the Magid. The seat was definitely an intelligent one. But the Lady Gladria seemed to know! What would happen to his powers if the first person to find out wasn't his Mentor? Or maybe, Gladria didn't know...It wasn't really his fault if she knew, was it? He didn't exactly tell anyone. Maybe there was a loophole in the rule? Probably. Yes...this was it...

Harry had so many thoughts cramped inside his mind. The situation calls desperately for a Pensieve. Who was Gladria, really? What did she really look like? How come Voldemort could sense her presence? And finally, the question on everybody's minds. Why oh why couldn't she fight Voldemort? It would be so simple, and the war would be over...right? Or did Voldemort have many more dark beings on his side?

Riddle...That was Voldemort's real name...It was also the surnames of Grace and Holli, but they seemed nothing like Voldemort. And didn't the seat name say that their father was watching over them? That must have meant that their father was dead. Voldemort was alive. Harry mentally smacked himself on both cheeks for even suspecting for a moment that Voldemort was their father. Senseless. The seat doesn't lie, as Dumbledore had said from before. No...But which Riddle was it? Why can't Voldemort and Gladria fight against each other directly?

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught the Lady Gladria watching him. Harry felt the penetrating look. Was she reading his mind? No. Harry shook himself again. He remembered Snape...Professor Snape saying that the mind is not a simple thing to be read. Clearly, she was probably not reading Harry's mind. Legilimens? But why would she do that? Was she merely curious? But that was like...hacking into his mind. Harry did not like it. He looked back at the Lady. Somehow...Harry knew that she wouldn't. It was just a feeling. She didn't look like the person to be reading someone's mind for fun. No. In fact, she kind of reminded Harry of Dumbledore. She seemed pretty wise, and it seemed as though she was also a seer. How else would she have known beforehand about Mrs. Weasley's outbreaks. Gladria had known that Mrs. Weasley was going to start crying right before laughing. She knew what Mrs. Weasley was going through.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't even know the woman! No one knew the woman, it had seemed, except for the Clystrins and the five leaders. He had remembered how the room fell so silent when the Lady stepped up to her seat.

It was all too much to think about. Harry wondered if anyone else was thinking half as much he was thinking. Funny though, he didn't seem to have a headache from this. Probably because of the enchantments in this room. Gladria was still looking at Harry. And when Harry looked back, she gave a warm smile, as though she knew him his whole life. Harry thought back to Geldrelline. And then to Gladria. He was astonished how these two were so alike in character. Harry wondered...No...Couldn't possibly be...Geldrelline said that she lived in the Elysium Clouds. Gladria lived in Atlantis all this time. They were definitely not the same person. Though, it would probably be more comforting if it was...given Harry's current situation...

And then there was Ron...What was up with him? Why his weird action to the mention of Atlantis and Clystrins. Ronald Weasley was yet another mystery. But it was well down at the bottom of this mystery list.

Harry looked back at the crowd. He could see that Hermione was walking back to the two Clystrins. Adam and Lilia Serabond, Harry remembered. They seemed to get along really well.

Ron was still eating. How could he not be fat after all he's eaten in his whole life? Maybe it was just a Weasley thing...Mrs. Weasley was thinner than the last time he'd seen her. It sure wasn't healthy to lose that much weight in this short amount of time. Or maybe it didn't matter. Mrs. Weasley was still a plump woman, though not as plump and cheerful as before. Even Draco Malfoy probably wouldn't call Mrs. Weasley 'porky' anymore.

Harry's eyes had traveled to Ginny and Luna. His eyes followed to where the two were looking at, and stopped on Bill. Harry could tell by the look in Bill's eyes, what had happened to him. Though unlike Harry, Bill was not looking like an idiot when staring at a girl. Harry sighed, and wondered if Cho was still with Michael Corner. It really wasn't that important, but knowing the answer would have made Harry feel a little better. And Hermione was still in conversation with the two Clystrins...

Harry still wondered why Dumbledore was bending the rule for underage membership to the Order. Children. No. Not children. Younger adults, yet, not quite adults. Together, Harry and his friends showed incontestable courage and bravery in the face of fear and death. Underage...all of them...yet so determined. Perhaps, this was the reason? Even so, Mrs. Weasley had a fair point. They had Hogwarts to worry about, the joke shop, and the war. Perhaps Dumbledore and the other five leaders had more reasons for bending the underage rule? Perhaps it will all be explained at the meeting?

Perhaps not.

Harry looked back at the five leaders, who were once again, in deep thought. Harry had found that Mind Speaking was more soothing and understanding than talking. Maybe that was the reason for them to be Mind Speaking to each other right now. When Professor McGonagall gave a slight stretch with her arms, the piece of parchment came into view. Harry could see that there was a long list, and it wasn't likely that the meeting would be ending anytime tonight. And then Harry wondered why after hours of being stuck in this room, no one had the urgency to go to the bathroom. Another mystery...

"Harry!" muttered Hermione, shoving his arm. Harry looked up, and noticed everyone walking towards the seats, talking excitedly amongst themselves. "It's starting!"

"Oh. Right," he replied, coming out of his thoughts, and letting Hermione lead him towards the seats.

"Oh honestly, Harry. Just what were you thinking about?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing," he muttered, standing right next to Ron and Hermione, with the Weasleys, Neville, and Luna right besides him. He saw the five leaders standing across from him, on the other side of the circle, and noticed that no one was sitting. Everyone watched the leaders. Even though they were far from where Harry was, they seemed pretty close to him.

"It's the Wizard Space bewitchment. Just like the Wizard tents and cauldrons, and Ministry cars. I just remembered," whispered Hermione. Harry nodded, along with Ron, Neville, and Luna. Of course, they had no idea how it works, and no one questioned it. And of course, Hermione knew they were clueless, and this time she didn't bother to explain it to them. They would just have to learn to read books about magic for themselves.

"Let the meeting begin," said the five leaders.

No one was paying attention to what Hermione was muttering. They all looked around. There was a red light that glowed in every person. There were gasps, and Harry noticed that the red light turned to a white color on some of the people. Five, in fact. It was Gladria, Tonks, Moody, Aberforth, and Adam (the Clystrin). By this time, the red light had disappeared from everyone in the room. All eyes were on the five people. The white glow of light lingered on them, as it lighted up their whole body. Harry watched as the white lights then disappeared from them, as the red lights had.

Everyone watched as the five people were slowly changing. Tonks, her nose shortened a little bit. Her spiky hair was now worn down, but still short. Her hair was also light brown colored. She was still fairly recognizable. She winked.

Moody, it seems, his grizzly hair had changed longer and became more wild. Though his face wasn't as scarred as before. Sure, his face still had that many scars, but some have disappeared. Not too much of a change. But it did make him seem less menacing.

Aberforth, it seems, was actually Dumbledore's twin brother, as they both looked like a replica of the other. Only they were wearing different robes. Dumbledore, wearing blue robes of stars. Aberforth, wearing orange robes of stars. And Aberforth was not wearing any half-moon spectacles. His eyes, unlike Dumbledore's, shown with laughter instead of a hint of a smile.

Adam Serabond. His only feature that changed, was his hair. And instead of small brown curls, his hair was now a bushy brown. His tight curls had gone.

Gladria. Her eyes turned a bluish violet color. Harry wasn't sure if violet was an eye color. Her hair, was now golden yellow, and she was glowing with white light now, again, only it wasn't too noticeable. It looked as if white light was shone down from the ceiling right above her. Her hair was straight, and went all the way to her waist, with some spiral curls. Was this even possible? This had to be her real form without any meddling. How can anyone have straight hair and curls at the same time? Was it something she was born with? But then again, she wasn't exactly Human. She was a Clystrin, but none of the other Clystrins were like her. Gladria noticed everyone staring at her.

"There are other Clystrins like me. My sister, Circe, for example. Though, for you sake, I would hope you never have to meet her. And if you notice, my brother, Estrin also has a small glow around him. This is not that uncommon for Clystrins. Almost half the Clystrins on Atlantis has a faint glow. Only mine is more noticeable. It is nothing to be baffled about," she said, with a smile.

Harry and Hermione were among the first to recover from the surprise. They looked around, and saw Ron, with a smile and proud look on his face...Why proud?

"Yes Ron? What are you smiling about?" asked Hermione.

"Huh? No. Nothing. Why? Was I smiling? Of course not. Anyways, the meeting's about to start. I'm sure you won't want to miss it," said Ron.

"Hmmm..." came Harry and Hermione, still inspecting their friend's face for a clue to what's going on.

"Please sit down. As you all may have found out by now, our beginning words telling you that the meeting will start, was the activation code for the anti-disguising charm," said Dumbledore. He then sat down, and looked down into his goblet, and said, "Lemon Juice."

Immediately, they heard the sound of water moving inside the goblet. "Please! Sit down and order your favorite drink! Please drink it, Alastor. I assure you, none of us five has poisoned the drinks. The drinks, as I've said before, as soon as it fills the goblet, will have the potion and charms to help us during this meeting. You will have better memories and you will feel wide awake. And...something else you will find out later. The snacks that you've had right before the meeting also had those charms. I'm sure none of you have had the urgency to go to the bathroom yet. So please. Drink a bit before we start," he said, with a twinkle and smile. Looking at Dumbledore, everyone sat down, and did as he did.

Harry looked inside his goblet. Then looked at Hermione.

"Tea," she said, and the goblet immediately began to fill up. She took a sip. "Hey! This is better than what I expected. I think they put flavoring charms so that we drink a lot!"

"Er...Tea," said Harry, staring at his goblet. The tea didn't come. Harry looked at Hermione.

"Harry, don't talk to the goblet. Just tell the goblet what you want. Lose the 'ers' and the 'ums.' Don't look at me like that. Just try it!" she said, as she turned to Ron, who was eyeing his goblet with suspicion. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Tea," said Harry, firmly. The tea didn't come. Harry turned to glare at Hermione, who shrugged. Then suddenly, the tea came with a loud rushing sound.

"Erm...Harry? Why is your tea different than mine?" asked Hermione, turning to her goblet.

"Dunno. Maybe the goblet knows what kind we like?" suggested Harry. Maybe it had to do with the Magus thing...

"Oh. I doubt it, Harry. If it knew what kind of tea you wanted, than it should've known what type of drink you wanted. And hey! Your tea filled up more than mine. About two inches more," said Hermione, inspecting his goblet. "Ron has the same kind of tea and amount as me. And...Look. So do the other Weasleys, even though they didn't all take tea."

"So? Maybe I got a different goblet," replied Harry.

"Maybe..." said Hermione, deciding to let the matter drop. "Go on, Harry. Take a sip. One drink and it made me really wide awake. And I feel that I've got a brain with twice the memory capacity I usually had!"

"Urgh...Don't remind me of brains...Don't wanna think about that accident..." said Ron, his eyebrows dancing, "...Oh great. I just pictured that whole tragedy again...thanks."

"You're welcome. Just take a drink!" insisted Hermione. Ron gave her a frown and took a sip.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," he said, as he drank more. Harry took a sip of his tea. Hermione was right. No sooner had he swallowed it, he felt more awake than ever. And that he could memorize everything.

"Attention! Thank you. Now that you're all watered properly, I think the meeting should start now, if we ever want to get it done before tomorrow morning, when some of our people have to go to work," said Dumbledore. His voice carried easily all around the room. The intensity of the voice was the same all around. Perhaps another bewitchment? It seems as though together, the leaders didn't leave anything out.

"I think the first order of business should be Hogwarts, Dumbledore," said Professor McGonagall. "There are many businesses to be taken care of."

"Quite right! Quite right!" came the squeaky voice of Professor Flitwick. "And as less as possible. We wouldn't want to expose too much to the public about this school year!"

"I agree. Surprise them! I do love surprises," agreed Bilius Flitwick.

"The first order of business," began Professor McGonagall, "Harry, do you have your wand with you?"

"Er...Yeah. Hold on," said Harry, standing up, "It's in my back pocket."

"Get it out!" hissed Moody, getting out of his seat. "What did I tell you about Elementary Wand Safety? You NEVER EVER put wands in your back pocket! How many times do I have to remind you, Harry? This is the third time! The fourth time, and you may not be so lucky! Well? What are you waiting for? Get it out!" roared Moody.

"Er...sorry," muttered Harry.

"Don't sorry me, boy! I'm not the one paying for the consequences. That's the trouble with them young folk these generations. Thinking they're above safety precautions and such...when I was young...everything was cared for with extra attention! No one bothers with 'em anymore. Hmph!"

Harry took it out of his pocket, and Moody, satisfied, sat back in his seat.

"Has it been snapped, as Ms. Granger informed me with your...letter?" asked Professor McGonagall. Harry held out the two pieces to her.

"Hmm...You understand Mr. Potter, that when a wand is snapped, no common magic can put it back together as it was, as your friend Ronald Weasley may have proven," she said. Ron gave an uncomfortable look, and turned red. Mrs. Weasley, remembering the incident with the Whomping Willow, pursed her lips, and gave a disapproving look to Mr. Weasley, who fidgeted with his thumbs, suddenly interesting in the bewitched ceiling.

"What? You mean...My wand! It can't be..." started Harry, not able to bring himself from finished his babbled sentence. "I can't get a new wand! I was counting on the Priori Incantatum!"

"Stop babbling Mr. Potter. Professor McGonagall merely said that common magic can't put it back together," came the snappish voice of Erupses.

"So...you can put my wand back together?" asked Harry, hopeful.

"No, Potter. Not me," snapped Erupses.

"There may be other ways. Not in a thousand years has anyone attempted to use uncommon magic to mend a wand. A wand is a powerful tool, and therefore, a more powerful magic must be used. Ever wonder why it's the wand that chooses the owner and not the other way around? It is because from the moment you touch the wand, the wand knows what power the wand holder has. The wand is compatible to you and works best for you. The wand chooses the wand holder with the power most similar and powerful as the wand itself. Usually, in such cases when a wand is snapped, the Wizard would buy a new wand. No big deal. But your wand is special. It has Phoenix feather. It is one of the few that does. See, hardly any Phoenixes would willingly give their feathers for wands. Feathers are valuable to a Phoenix. It is their pride. Same thing with some other magical animals," said Dumbledore.

"We will find a way. Do not worry. You will most definitely be able to use your wand soon, Harry," said Gladria. And for a moment, Harry wondered if she could have easily mended his wand...But by the way they said it...it probably wasn't very easy. And what exactly counts as common magic?

"Second order of Business. Gladria. I will talk as secretive as I can, Filius, don't worry. The rest won't find out," said Dumbledore. "How will you be arriving?" If anyone was confused, they didn't show it, as they knew they were supposed to be confused.

"I will use the ancient path, Albus. I will not risk anything," said Gladria.

"Very well. Good choice. It's what I would have suggested," said Dumbledore.

"Important discussion, Azkaban," said Erupses.

"Yes. It went quite well!" said Dumbledore.

"How many Death Eaters were there?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Too many, I'm afraid. Hundreds, I believe," said Cora, shaking her head.

"Not only hundreds, Cora. It was closer to a thousand. I never would have imagined that many!" exclaimed Flourish. "How we stopped it with our sum of twenty-three, is beyond my comprehension. Pettigrew's silver arm is enough to take out two at a time. Good thing he's stupid."

"It was no luck. After thirty three minutes into the battle, the Death Eaters started moving away, and fleeing the scene," said Erupses.

"I would imagine that they were being called back by Voldemort, because their plan had to change. They were not expecting a counter attack," said Dumbledore.

"Then why were there so many there?" asked Ginny.

"Patronus Charms. The Dementors will not simply just listen to the Death Eaters. They do have a mind of their own. I'm quite pleased though. I've seen many of their Patronus Charms. They were weak. I saw four Death Eaters struggling with one Dementor. It took all four of their Patronus charms to send away a single Dementor. See, on our side, we even have a teenage boy who repelled hundreds of Dementors with one Patronus. I would guess that Voldemort was not pleased," said Natalie. Harry pretended not to hear that comment about him. It would bring him to the center of attention again.

"But even if so, they've taken some of the prisoners before taking off!" exclaimed Romulus.

"Did you see how many and who they were?" asked Dumbledore.

"There were about ten or fifteen of them. Nah. Couldn't see. It was pitch black, and no one thought to give some light," replied Romulus, shaking his head.

"And what did the Ministry say about this?" asked Harry.

"Well, on the Daily Prophet, some ol' Ministry officials n' Fudge say that nothing of a sort 'appened, and they should just forget the rumors!" stormed Hagrid, and Madame Maxime had to restrain him from coming out of his seat.

"What? Why? Didn't they agree that Voldemort was back?" asked Harry.

"Course they did. But that Fudge's got a mind of his own. They say he's shut himself in his office. Haven't seen him in the daylight for days. Going mad, that man," said Tonks.

"Oh, it's not like the Ministry isn't saying Voldemort never came back. They're just ignoring the fact that Azkaban has almost been turned down. Why, some of us had to fight our way to not get landed in Azkaban by them Ministry officials right after they found us there, bloody and hexed," said Dedalus.

"Lots of casualties," added Emmaline. "Deaths...injuries..."

"But, wait. Flourish! You told me there were only some injuries and one or two or something dead!" exclaimed Harry, looking at Flourish.

"Oh. It must have slipped out of my mind. Taking care of you, Dudley, and Amy," replied Flourish.

"We had to take the patients into another room! The Hospital Wing wouldn't fit all those people! I tell you! I'm demanding for a larger room. First Quidditch, now this..." muttered Madam Pomfrey.

"Why were they sent to Hogwarts. Shouldn't they be in St. Mungo's?" asked Harry.

"There are too many spies in St. Mungo's. You never know who is watching. Ever since the beginning of the summer, we've gotten new members. We don't want them knowing exactly who is in the Order. And sending all those people to St. Mungo's right after the Order's counter attack on the Death Eaters, let's just say that it may look suspicious. There are family members at stake here. The reason for not lighting up during that battle, was so that not many of us can be recognized by them. This way, we can go peacefully doing our work for the Order without arousing suspicion from unwanted eyes," growled Moody. "It was my idea."

"Who else but you, Mad-Eye?" asked Tonks.

"How's Lupin?" asked Harry, eagerly.

"I'm going give you the straight truth, Harry. He's not doing too well," said Madam Pomfrey. "Been watching him since day one. Hasn't improved, but he hasn't actually gone worse either. If he keeps going on like this...he won't make it."

"He needs an antidote," said Anisma.

"An extremely hard to find, make, and do antidote," added Dizz.

"We haven't even found out what the antidote is. Pettigrew's silver hand hit him yes, but it also went a bit in...a way into the bloodstream. The silver is spreading throughout his body," said Anisma.

"We've managed to stop the spreading now, but too much has been spread," said Madam Pomfrey.

"The silver acts like a poison, slowly killing him, if we don't find a way. Anisma, me, Poppy, and some others at the Committee on Experimental Potions are still working out a way. Thought, they don't know that Anisma's helping Lupin. We want this as discreet as possible. I believe this has been out first break from it," said Dizz.

"We have half of the antidote figured out. But there is still the other half. I don't know exactly what Pettigrew's hand was composed of, besides silver. There are unidentified components in the silver," said Anisma.

"And if we don't find and make the antidote fast, I'm afraid Remus won't last. He's already in the third stage. After the fifth, it'll be over," said Madam Pomfrey.

"Even if we had managed to find the antidote right now, there is still the matter of brewing. We don't know the full antidote to know when, where, and how to make it. We've only got half the ingredients figured out," said Anisma.

"But we are still making progress. I think it may be only a matter of time before we find the right components," said Dizz, hopefully.

"Believe me Dizz, it's not a matter of time. It's a matter of luck now. We've tried so many ingredients to the unidentified ones, and we still haven't found the right ones. If we keep guessing and using trail and error, it'll be next year when we've found it. Our best bet is to guess and be lucky," said Anisma, thought, not really meaning to bring everyone's moods down.

"Wait. Why can't one of you leaders try?" asked Arcas.

"I may know a lot, but I sure don't know much about the Potions Arts," said Gladria. "There is no other magic that can help this. The only thing is an antidote."

"Everything I know about Potions, Anisma and Dizz already know. Potions...I was never fantastic at it. My brother Aberforth made such a mess of it when we were at school. Why I remember one incident where Aberforth threw a...No...Minerva won't like this...I believe I am sliding off the topic again..." said Dumbledore.

"St. Mungo's can't help us. We don't know what spies there might try to put in the potions. It has only occurred to us a month ago, what a dangerous place St. Mungo's has become. Lucius Malfoy is nearly close to owning St. Mungo's. Besides, their best Potions Healer is half as knowledgeable as ours," added Professor McGonagall.

"Wish old Snape was here," sighed Professor Flitwick. "He's probably the best Potions Master of the whole of Europe."

"Even if he were here, it would come to the same result!" snapped Erupses. "Next topic!"

"Allies," said Dumbledore. "What is the Clystrin Council's current position in these matters?"

"Of the twelve counselors, five agree with me, including my sister, to enter this war. Of the other seven, they will need to hear and see more. They do not approve. They say that they will not wish for their people to enter this war of Humans," replied Estrin, with a disappointed look.

"Whether they wish to or not, this war will settle on every race on Earth after it is done with us! Voldemort sees to conquer. His malice grows stronger. This is not merely on Humans. He begins with us. Then he will move on to dominate. Every race will be affected. Dwarfs, Giants, Clystrins, Humans, Veelas...every race. We need all the allies we can possibly have, and before he reaches out a hand to them," said Dumbledore.

"The seven of the Council express their desire to remain neutral as ever before. They see this as no threat to them. They see the Radiant City as a safe haven...but not for too long. They do not wish to lose their people if we should enter this war. Of the other ten Counselors, they do not even know where I currently am, nor the fact that I had some of our Clystrins come," said Gladria.

"Gladria and I will do our best to convince them. War is upon us as well as everyone else," said Estrin.

"Benevolence? What news do you bring?" asked Aberforth.

"The Bulgarian Minister, with very much convincing, and after several dinner parties, we have convinced Bulgaria to ally us. Of course, helped and influence by Victor, here," said Benevolence, with a smile at Krum. Ron remained silent. Harry had no idea what Ron did with the autograph from Krum. Knowing Ron, it was either ripped up or lost and never spoken about again.

"That is good news. Getting people to our side is also getting them away from Voldemort's side," said Professor McGonagall.

"And the others?" asked Holli.

"The Veelas...we have not met with yet, but we are sure that our government of cooperation won't be doing that. I say we'll leave that up to Fleur and Flourish," said Benevolence, casting an eye on the Fleur, the part Veela, and Flourish, who was not related to Veelas by blood, but by distant relation.

"The Andorran Ministry of Magic, they're not helping us, and actually shooed us away on several occasions," said Benevolence. "The Norwegian Ministry of Magic aren't sure. I'm sure that they agree with us to stop Voldemort. But Fudge and a few others are saying that there's no need. He's still working against us."

"What about the German and USA Ministries?" asked Siriah.

"Germany is neutral for the moment, and so is the USA Ministry of Magic. I doubt they'd help us. The French Ministry of Magic are looking interested in aiding us though. The Egyptian and Chinese Ministries of Magic say that they will not side with Voldemort, but they will not openly side with us. They will use discretion because of danger for their people. They will send some people to help us if we should call for it. It's not such a terrible loss. After all, our main goal was to get as many people as possible to not side with Voldemort. And so far, none has," said Benevolence.

"And the Giants?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Well, they're sorta divided! Not all in one mind! Half with him 'n half nothing!" declared Hagrid.

"Zey are not all viz each other. Some 'as joined viz zees Voldemort. Some eez not villing to join viz him. Zey are zee ones ve vill 'ave to convince," said Madam Maxime.

"It may just be a matter of time to convince those half, then. Giants can resist many spells. We can't have too many supporting Voldemort," said Professor McGonagall.

"And the others, we haven't gotten an answer from yet, but some of my colleagues and I are still working on it. We've been secretly visiting the people, so that Fudge and the Ministry spies don't know about it. So, we'll update more on this soon," said Benevolence.

"There's some improvement for us. Now. If there is any member that has thought of new ideas to improve this Order, please, do inform when you think of it. Who knows?" said Aberforth.

"Well, I've been thinking. What methods of communication are there for all of us when we need to contact each other?" asked Romulus.

"Excellent question. I think we'll get to that later. Minerva?" said Dumbledore.

"Yes Dumbledore. You wanted to talk about Sibyll's prophecy?" asked Professor McGonagall. Harry looked at his friends, who shrugged.

"Harry. You recall a month ago, when I showed you the prophecy?" asked Dumbledore. Harry nodded.

"Do you recall everything in that prophecy?" asked Dumbledore.

"Just about everything," answered Harry.

"What prophecy Albus?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"I will recite it to the room. And then I will ask for silence because I have some explaining to do afterwards," replied Dumbledore, looking straight at Harry, who stared back, unsure of the reasoning. "This prophecy was made by Sibyll Trelawney a year before Harry was born." Dumbledore paused for silence.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." recited Dumbledore.

"I will explain it to you all. A year before Harry was born, Sibyll Trelawney had a job interview with me. However, she did not impress me, but before leaving, she gave me an unexpected surprise with this prophecy. This prophecy tells that the one to vanquish Voldemort will be born towards the end of July. He is a boy born to parents who have defied Voldemort three times. A year later, two boys were born towards the end of July, both with parents who have thrice defied Voldemort. I'm talking about Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom," said Dumbledore. Neville's eyes widened a bit.

"Voldemort, being a half-blood, did not go after the pureblood Neville. Instead he went after a half-blood, Harry. The night he was vanquished, Harry was marked as his equal. That scar, as you all know, is no ordinary scar. It is the mark spoken in the prophecy. Voldemort only knew about the first part, up to where the prophecy says the boy will be born as the seventh month dies. He didn't know that Harry was o vanquish him. He didn't know Harry will have powers he didn't know about. He transferred some powers to Harry," said Dumbledore.

"What about that last part?" asked Charlie.

"I will ask you all to pay no attention to the last part," replied Dumbledore.

"But why?" asked many voices.

"Allow me to explain. This summer, as I have studied Sibyll's form when she was saying the prophecy, I noticed something wrong. Please, save your questions for later. Let me go on, and then you may ask your questions. I was studying it more and more, and it has come to my attention. Right after the part where she says that Harry will have powers that Voldemort knows not...there is a pause. A longer pause than usual. Sibyll's form during that pause moved a little, though not much. Her eyes twitched. Not big, or I would have noticed it at the beginning. It was the smallest of twitches, one that is not easily caught," explained Dumbledore.

"But what does that mean?" asked Hermione.

"It means that Sibyll's prophecy has been interrupted. The last part is false, but the first part is true. It was during that long pause, that she was interrupted," said Dumbledore. Many people still looked confused.

"It means...that the Prophecy Oracle has been tampered with. The last part is a lie to cover up the real last part. What the last part was truly supposed to be, we may never know," said Natalie.

"The Oracles are very powerful. They do not live on the Earth, but somewhere up higher, in the Elysium Clouds. I know that most of you don't know what it is. It doesn't matter. What matters is who or what had interrupted the prophecy. The Oracles aren't a weak thing to be walked over and used. Of course, it can happen...though it is very uncommon. The Prophecy Oracle sometimes might be interrupted, by a higher power. The only thing is, we don't know if it was a good power or a dark power. If the prophecy hasn't been interrupted, would it still have been a different prophecy? Or was the prophecy supposed to be interrupted? And was that supposed to be fate?" explained Dumbledore.

"I believe it was a good power. Dark Powers usually have no command over the Oracles. To tamper with Prophecy Speaking, the person must ask the Prophecy Oracle for permission to change the Prophecy. Prophecy Speaking is not possible without the Prophecy Oracle. But sometimes, a dark being might fool the Prophecy Oracle, but it is not very likely, as Oracles are not to be easily fooled. The only one that is guaranteed to never be fooled by any dark being, is the Vision Oracle. She sees past everything and knows past, present, and future. The Oracles are sisters. They help each other. So you see, I am not troubled that the interruption was for the worse. I believe it was for the good. On rare times, when a person finds out the future from a prophecy, the prophecy might not come true. Most times, you cannot control what happens because you do not know the exact detail," said Gladria.

"I agree. I would not worry too much about the Oracles for now. It is in February when we must worry," said Dumbledore, and the matter was dropped. Harry felt a small burden drift away. But that bit about Oracles was certainly interesting. And he had almost spoken out when she had mentioned the Elysium Clouds. After all, he wasn't really supposed to know about it. Hermione didn't, so how could Harry be an exception?

"Do you know what the Elysium Clouds are?" whispered Hermione.

"No," whispered Harry.

"Me neither. I've never come across it in my readings. But it sounds a lot like the Elysium Fields, from studying some Greek Mythology. It was like a Heaven kind of place for them in those ancient times. I wonder if there's a connection," whispered Hermione. Harry didn't tell her just how close she was to what the Elysium Clouds was.

"You read too much Hermione. It's not good for you," whispered Ron, drinking his tea. Harry zoomed back into the meeting.

"Next order of business," said Erupses.

"The Anathesti," said Gladria. Several people gasped, but most remained clueless.

"The Anathesti are two beings. The Anathesilist is a woman. She has power beyond imagination. Well, I suppose not, as some of you have quite an imagination. The Anathest is a man. He has the same power. They are Dark Beings. They were among the first dark beings on Earth. So they are pretty ancient," said Dumbledore, starting off.

"They are the two of the few last remaining Sataneks. They are human and Clystrin in appearance. Another intelligent species. Most died out long ago, hundreds of thousands of years ago. Those two, they are powerful dark beings. But not without a sense of fairness, meaning they will not simply kill a person for the sheer enjoyment of it, unlike the Death Eaters," said Grace.

"They are dark beings, but not evil. It is a hard concept to understand. How can someone be a dark person without being evil? The Sataneks were once part of the Ellviane race. They got divided. Ellvianes, the way of light. The Sataneks, the way of the Dark. The Anathesti are two royal people, like kings and queens, and they expect to be treated with respect and dignity," said Holli.

"The Sai is another race. They are actually Ellviane, only they have probably the same level of power as the Anathesti. Once, long ago, the two fought. One for the dark, and one for the light. The result was a catastrophe. Many people died in that war, and still no result over who had won. And then they made an agreement, that they will not interfere directly anymore. They then interfered indirectly, through other people. The Anathesti sought to win, through an evil Satanek. He had tried to dominate all life on Earth. But the Sai also indirectly interfered, as they used their knowledge to guide the Humans in this war. In the end, it was two humans that had ended the war. That knowledge was indeed lost to most of the people. And that was the end of the first war. The light and dark was once again, balanced, and peace came over. More will be explained about the First War in another meeting. This was just for the background on the Anathesti," said Dumbledore.

"Something of the sort is indeed happening again. Through Voldemort, the Anathesti are trying to let the darkness conquer. Through us, the Sai will help. The Curse of the Anathesti. Voldemort has called upon that curse in his youth. On the first call, ten percent of his Reclitudian Soul was given to the Hell Realm. After time, it will keep on being given," said Gladria.

"The Reclitudian Soul is the part of your soul that has your conscience, all your goodness, righteousness, and kindness. The other half of your soul is your will to dominate, your malice, and darkness. Only the person can decide which one is stronger," explained Natalie.

"He has no soul?" squealed Ginny.

"He has one. He has about sixty percent of his entire soul. That means he only has about five percent of his Reclitudian Soul left, which is almost as good as nothing. His forty percent of his Reclitudian Soul was given to the Hell Realm, however, once a part of a person's soul leaves, his spirit leaves with his whole soul, and is replaced with a copy of his spirit and soul. Voldemort is still a human, yes. Only he is a copy of his spirit and soul, with only five percent of his Reclitudian soul. His true self is no longer with his physical self. The true Tom Riddle is not Voldemort, but of spirit and soul in the heavens. You can say they are the same person. But one with a body and half a soul, and one without a body and a full soul existing in heaven. That Tom can see us right now, and I tell him now," explained Dumbledore. He paused to let this information settle in. They were close to having a heart attack, but somehow something in the room made them all calm and understanding. Magic and Charm.

"If Voldemort dies, what happens to Tom's spirit?" asked Bill.

"Voldemort cannot die. The Anathesti has interfered. This is a part of the package that comes along with the curse. He cannot be killed as long as his spirit and full soul isn't with him. The only way to kill him is to send Tom's full spirit back to him. That will be easy. Tom will return back to this body to do what's right. Remember, Voldemort does not have most of his good soul. Tom has all of it, and is floating somewhere in heaven. And we have to retrieve the Reclitudian Soul that has been sent to the Hell Realm and restore it to Voldemort. Then Voldemort will be Tom Riddle again, because he will now have his real spirit and soul back. All of it. His full spirit from Heaven, and his Reclitudian Soul from Hell. But this will be discussed at another meeting. We cannot do anything about his soul now. To do that, something else must happen first in the order of events, and that is something the Sai must interfere with," said Gladria.

This news was still shocking to everyone, but it was taken care of from the magic in this room.

"That's enough to get your minds messed! Now, onto a more current situation," started Aberforth. "We will have to decide what to do for the trips to the W.W.W."

"Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes," said Fred and George.

"Now, yes. I have taken some time to think. The kids will go as they are. And they can enter the shop as a group. No one would think it odd for students to enter joke shops. The others, I think they will have to bare some disguises. Adults will go as children. You will use what disguises you think best. And you will go on separate days, every other day to be exact. After the meeting, stay around for about ten minutes. We'll have a sign up sheet for who's going on which day, so we don't take risks or have too many people going on the same day. The sign up sheet will be posted as soon as the meeting's over. I also suggest you test out all of the devices, and check to see what others they are currently working on because they're fast workers. Shop members? The entrance?" said Aberforth.

"We'll be off to the shop in the early morning to put on the bewitchment. But just to be extra safe, there'll be a password that goes along," said Katie.

"All you have to do is go into the shop through the front door, walk fifteen feet forward and straight. Then you stop and walk ten feet to the left. It's like a really short hallway, with jokes," said Angelina.

"Be ready, because you will soon disappear from view, giving the illusion that you are looking at the joke devices and stepping out of that hallway. The floor below you will be sliding about five feet to the right, taking you to the end of the hallway. There may be people there looking at jokes. Don't mind them. Remember you will be invisible and silent to them," said Lee.

"A painting of a hat, thick eyebrows, a purple bubble gum, fireworks, and a fake nose is on the wall at the end of the short hallway. All you have to pinch the nose really hard. It will wiggle and start flaring," said George.

"I'm telling you. It's not a pretty sight. To other eyes, the painting won't be seen moving. No matter what they do to the painting, it won't work for them. But just be sure, we added the extra precaution in case the nose wiggles for anyone experimenting with it. After the nose stops moving, words will appear on the painting, saying 'WEASLEY'S JOKE SHOP. OODLES OF PRANKS.' For the other people, if they see it, which we bewitched so that they won't, they won't think it's anything secretive. They'll think it's sort of an advertisement for our shop," said Fred.

"What you have to do next after the words appear, is press on the purple bubble gum," said George.

"See, the reason for pinching the nose is to activate the password test. The gum will immediately start to blow up to the size of the painting," said Fred.

"The blowing part is like the loading part. You have to watch it. It turns a different color. If you should ever see a black bubble gum, it means we've been either captured, killed, in danger, or someone has found out about us," said George. Mrs. Weasley gave a flinch when George had mentioned the color possibilities.

"You can still get in even though we're not there. If it's a purple color, that means the password has just been changed. Of course, we'll inform you if we do. But we did that just so you'll be reminded to give a new password. If the bubble changes to a pink color, then the password test has been activated right, and you can give the password," said Fred, not paying attention his mom.

"But first, wait for the bubble gum to shrink back to the normal size. The hat in the painting will automatically turn itself upside down, and reveal many slips of paper," said Angelina.

"A piece of parchment will slip out of the hat and expand. On it, they'll be rows and columns of all the letters of the alphabet and all the numbers," said Katie.

"You must first touch that parchment. Then another parchment will come out of the hat. It will expand and say 'WELCOME MY FELLOW PRANKSTER. ENJOY YOUR STAY.' The words are to throw off anyone who the bewitchment has not worked for, as we mentioned earlier," said Lee.

"Anyways, the words will disappear, and that piece of parchment will shrink," said Katie.

"On the first parchment with the letters and numbers, use one finger to press on the letters and numbers. Okay. Listen closely, cause we're only gonna tell you once," said Lee.

"This is the password. Here it is. L-E-M-O-N-D-R-E-A-M-S-F-O-R-G-I-T-S. You have to press your finger on the parchment on each letter that's in the password. And after half a second, the parchment will roll back into the hat. The fireworks will start. If the fireworks are dull and small, then you pressed the wrong password. If the fireworks are nice and big, you pressed in the right password. The floor will take you through the painting to the second section of the store. To get out of it, you have to just tap on the wall sixteen times and two feet above the floor. The first time, someone will show you. On everyone's first visit, one of us will accompany you, wearing a vanishing hat, of course," said Fred.

"Also, note; All actions and objects in the painting are two dimensional. Not three dimensional. Otherwise, we'd have a huge security problem," added George.

"Sorry professor Dumbledore. The password was thought up and used before we knew about your passion for lemons," said Lee.

Professor Dumbledore chuckled. "Quite alright, I assure you. No harm done. After all, the Lemon Dreams aren't exactly to be fed to me!"

"Has everyone remembered the password?" asked Erupses. They all nodded.

"The procedure is actually quite fast and easy, even though we made the process sound slow and hard. We'll accompany you the first time, and you'll find that the whole procedure actually takes no more than ten seconds, not counting the password typing," said Angelina.

"Also, if you accidentally enter the wrong password, it'll give you one more chance to try before giving an alert to us. This is another precaution," said Katie.

"Lemon Dreams. Please explain that. I'm sure they'll want to be trying that right before going to sleep!" said Dumbledore, merrily.

"Right. Lemon Dreams. It's actually made from a Muggle sweet called Lemon Drops. We turned it into a liquid drink," said George.

"It comes in small bottles that fit right into your pocket. Lemon Dreams have a lemon flavor if you just drink it without anything. Lemon Dreams are used to make someone fall asleep fast," said Fred.

"Just five drops of it poured into someone's drink will do fine," said Katie.

"See, it's actually a potion, partially with a touch of a dreamless sleeping potion to make the person fall into sleep quickly," said Angelina.

"But we've added something to make it just the opposite of dreamless," said Lee.

"The Lemon Dream will travel into the person. Then it travels into their brain and give them exactly the dreams they want," said Katie.

"It feeds their will and whatever suits them," said Lee.

"So the person dreams the opposite of nightmares," said George.

"So that ensures the person won't be waking up early from their sweet dreams," said Fred.

"For example..." said Dumbledore.

"If you feed it to Lord--Thing, he'll go right to sleep, and probably immediately start dreaming that he killed everyone and conquered the world," said Fred, brightly.

"And if you feed it to the little baby Malfoy, he'll probably dream of winning the Interhouse Quidditch Cup and catching the Snitch before Harry does," chuckled George.

"And if Dobby the house-elf drinks it, he'll probably dream of buying all sorts of socks, hats, and other crazy assortments to go along with his new half moon spectacles given to him by Professor Dumbledore," added Lee.

"And the best part. The person will remember each single detail of it, and realize the dream was nonsense, and they won't suspect it had anything to do with drinks. They'll only think that their dreams were ordinary," said George.

'So I was right. Dumbledore did give Dobby the spectacles,' thought Harry, trying to imagine the look on the elf's face when it was given to him. Harry almost burst in laughter after two scenes of it. Hermione raised her eyebrows, but didn't question it.

"That's nice. Oh I can't wait to try it," said Aberforth. He takes after his brother.

"Now onto other events. Future missions," said Professor McGonagall.

"Er...yes. Future missions. There will be many future missions for members of this Order. Rest assured, the shop keepers are responsible for our weapons. They won't be going on the missions, Molly. Neither are the other underage people...unless otherwise..." said Dumbledore.

"One such current need that we are sure of, is spying. We'll need another spy in the Death Eater inner circle," said Erupses. "Is there anyone of quick thinking and intelligence volunteering?" he asked. Half the people raised their hands.

"People who would not arouse the slightest suspicion and people of a young to middle age," added Erupses. Some people lowered their hands. Harry looked to see whose hands were still up. "We can have only one spy. Too many won't do," he added. "And people who are known for being kind and related to suspected Order members won't do as well." More people lowered their hands.

Dizz, Diggory, Arnold Peasegood, Anisma Snape, Shacklebolt, Krum (Ron snorted, and then got slapped by you-guess-who), Arcas Jove, and Divinia.

"Eight people eligible for this job. You will need to have mastered Occlumency," said Erupses.

Divinia, Krum, and Dizz lowered their arms, having not mastered Occlumency. With Arnold, Diggory, Anisma, Shacklebolt, and Arcas left.

"Five people now eligible for this job," said Erupses.

"We'll pick one of the five," said Professor McGonagall.

"Arcas Jove...Not you. Your face is too fair. Death Eaters aren't known for looking fair and kind," said Erupses.

"Arnold Peasegood...Not you. Voldemort doesn't like Obliviators," said Erupses.

"Especially not you, Amos. With your son killed by them, they know you'll be looking to take revenge. Too obvious," said Professor McGonagall.

"Well, that leaves us with Anisma and Kingsley," said Dumbledore, staring at the ceiling.

"Shacklebolt will do fine. Fudge never suspected a thing when he was with him. He was quick thinking, and that incident with the girl Mariette proves it. No one in the Ministry has seen him in frequent contact with known members of the Order. He is very discreet. And an excellent Occlumens," said Erupses, for the first time in his life, actually praising someone.

"What about Anisma? If you ask me, she's the perfect candidate! Voldemort has just lost a Potions expert. He'll be wanting another one!" said Professor McGonagall.

"Shacklebolt can do potions!" said Erupses.

"He's not the brightest at Potions! And here, anyone who knows him can agree with me!" snapped Professor McGonagall, irritated.

"What about others? Shacklebolt's better at others!" snapped Erupses.

"Anisma can do others well! She's a very discreet woman. And being related to Snape makes her a better candidate! She can just say that her brother had brought dishonor to her when he betrayed Voldemort. It's perfect! Flawless! She's quick thinking! She's intelligent! Anyone who's good at potions are intelligent and sharp minded!"

It was now clear to anyone who was listening to the conversation that Minerva had the better argument.

"Why don't we send them both?" suggested Aberforth, trying to settle the argument. Gladria and Dumbledore didn't say a word. Both were now gazing up at the winter wonderland from the ceiling.

"NO!" stormed Erupses and Professor McGonagall.

"Kingsley is a good spy in the Ministry, and that is where we shall keep him," said Dumbledore, coming out of his daze.

"But--"started Erupses.

"We will send Anisma," interrupted Gladria, quietly, now looking at Erupses. He soon fell silent. Professor McGonagall cast a victorious look.

"Starting tomorrow, Anisma will start working her way towards the Death Eaters, being nice to them, and maybe after a week, she'll start working her way towards Voldemort's inner circle. How she does it will be up to her," said Dumbledore quietly, letting the matter be dropped. "Thank you, Anisma, and all the people who volunteered," he added.

"Now for the future missions. I'm afraid some of us must go on a mission to Azkaban sometimes this year. Sirius and Remus, if he gets better, will be in charge of that. It will be turned into a map, showing all the passages and rooms, and dots representing the people inside," said Professor McGonagall.

It reminded him of the Marauder's map. Sirius winked. Harry ignored it. He was still mad at Sirius for that cruel joke. Maybe he'll start talking to Sirius before he goes back to Hogwarts...maybe...

"The mission will take place sometimes during fall or winter. Anyone who has extra powers, such as being a Sorceress or otherwise, will go, not including us five. People who has night vision is best advised to help, as there are no lights at night, and we can't risk getting caught or exposed identities. Also, people with Animagus forms to best scan the area without getting affected by the Dementors. We will give you a potion for you to relive the place when you get back. You will each go with a partner, should one get caught, the other will report back. When you relive the place, a show of all the places you went there will be shown, and Black and Lupin will do the rest. Magic is monitored there, so it would be advised to not use wands. The call for this mission will come later. This is just an update on future events," said Erupses.

"Other future events will be contacted through our communications because we are not sure of the others. The Azkaban mission is one that we are sure of. Another...is a mission to the Malfoy Manor, but we will keep you updated on that as we are surer of the plans," said Professor McGonagall.

"The next order of events, and you've probably heard some scattered news of it during the past Order meetings," started Dumbledore.

"The lost prophecy," said Gladria.

"Hmm...yes...At some point, it really was lost," added Aberforth.

Dumbledore took out a sheet of parchment from his cloak pocket, and unfolded it. "I will read the prophecy to you all, and afterwards, we'll discuss the Magus," he said. First he took a long drink from his goblet. It had seemed to refresh him. Harry resisted the urge to stand up and run, yelling that he was the Magus. He restrained himself, and reminded himself of the reason.

"WHEN THE NINE FROM THE HELIOMISTE FORM THE PERFECT RIGHT, WITH 90, 60, 30, THE AWAKENING SHALL COMMENCE," and then he paused, before starting.

"IN THE NEXT EVERY 777 YEARS, A LORD MAGUS SHALL BE BORN. 787 FOR THE SECOND, AND 778 FOR THE THIRD," and he paused again.

"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," and he paused.

'Wait a minute!' thought Harry. 'The 27^th day? I was born on the 31^st...Or wasn't I?' he thought.

"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," read Dumbledore, and then he fell silent, waiting for their response.

What was the Heliomiste, was on many people's minds. Mostly importantly, who were the three Magids? And more curiously, what were the Song and the Eye? And...Strings? As in...string?

"There is a note that goes with this prophecy, however, we feel that it should be discussed in another meeting," said Dumbledore.

"Let's get onto the explanations and questions, shall we?" asked Aberforth. The other four leaders nodded.

"About a month ago, a few members of this new Order has seen an unexpected sight at night. The moon was burning red. The sky was velvet. The clouds swirled. Three different lights came shooting out from the nine red stars in the eastern sky," said Dumbledore.

"The reason why some of you did not see it was because you were not in the Order yet. The Muggles didn't see it. Nor did the everyday Wizards. The Death Eaters didn't see it either. Voldemort may have seen it because of the Anathesti, and for another reason that we fear of," said Professor McGonagall.

"You all know what Magids are, as they are quite unforgetful. But just to remind some people, they are extremely powerful wizards, capable of higher and extraordinary power. The prophecy was about the Magus Awakening. You heard me read it. There are three Magids. That night a month ago, was the Magus forewarning," said Dumbledore.

"One Magid is the Lord Magus. He is the most powerful of the three Magids. He is capable of extraordinary power. Awakened under the age of twenty, and he'll be more powerful than the regular Lord Magus. But a word of caution to that. Performing magic that's too powerful when he is below twenty, will result in him being Burnt Out. That is when he either loses all his new magus powers and die, or he will simply lose all his new Magus powers, but live on," said Aberforth.

"The second Magus is the second most powerful. He is probably a pureblood, from what the Prophecy might be saying. He is also definitely a Dark Magid. He will use his powers to aid the dark. The second Magus will probably be as powerful as Albus or Voldemort. But if he also calls upon the Anathesti, he will be stronger and more powerful than the Lord Magus," said Gladria.

"The third Magus is the third power. He is not as strong as the second Magus, but a Magus is fairly strong. He can probably defeat about five Death Eaters at a time. And that's much more powerful than any ordinary Witch or Wizard," said Erupses.

"The Magus powers are from the Fire Elemental," added Gladria.

The others were too shocked to hear this. Harry included. He stopped moving the moment they mentioned how powerful the Lord Magus was...him...But being Burnt Out? Harry shuddered. He was certainly younger than twenty. He was surely eligible to be Burnt Out. And when was the Mentor going to reveal him...or herself...?

"Do you know who the Magids are?" asked Flourish.

"Unfortunately, no," said Professor McGonagall.

"There are several possibilities for the Lord Magus. The Magus line runs through heirs and blood relations. The first Lord Magus was Dyffinsor. Albus and I tried to trace his family line. And currently, there are many candidates," said Professor Sinistra.

"The Trelawney line has many people that might be the Lord Magus. Many of them are born on the 27^th of July. There are others too," said Dumbledore.

"But the one we think is most likely to be the Lord Magus...is...V-Voldemort, even though the prophecy says the 'loyal two.' It could be referring to Tom as the loyal one, not exactly Voldemort," said Professor Sinistra. Everyone gasped. It was impossible! It was...extremely...terribly bad news...

"From what Harry and Natalie says, Voldemort had caused a weather change. Something, I cannot do," said Dumbledore.

"That was him?" asked several people. Dumbledore nodded.

"And from what Harry's said, Voldemort has been in a better mood for some time, even though the Azkaban raid has gone wrong. The only explanation for his good mood is him being Awakened," continued Dumbledore. Everyone was looking down at the ground. They remained silent.

"What will become of Voldemort's powers if he's the Magus?" asked a brave Hermione.

"As I've said from other meetings...I will repeat, because there are no better words to express the answer to that. I will recite this again. If Voldemort has indeed Awakened into a Magus, then he will unleash a power so great and terrible, that not even every single thing on this planet united, fighting altogether against him, will last a minute. There will be no set boundaries on his power, unlike the regular Magids. His control over the weather, is indeed not a good sign for us. Voldemort already cannot be killed, as proven by Harry. If he has acquired those new powers, which some of us believe to be true, than there is little hope for us. He will triumph against us like the strongest storm on one single piece of parchment," said Dumbledore, without hesitation this time.

Everyone else was still looking at the ground. Harry had remembered this part of the speech from his vision before, the one of the Lady, Dumbledore, and others. He suddenly felt guilty for not being able to stop their worry about Voldemort being the Lord Magus. He felt guilty not being able to relieve them of their worry. He felt horrible. How long was the Mentor going to wait? Harry listened back to the meeting. The look of lost hope in everyone's eyes was unbearable to watch. Harry squirmed in his seat. Hermione saw him, and handed him his goblet, which he didn't take.

"As Mentor, it is my job to guide two of the Magids. The second one is definitely Dark. The first one might potentially be another dark one, Voldemort. The third one is dead. Severus Snape was the third Magus," declared Dumbledore. Snape being the third Magus was indeed more startling news...and it was ill news. If everything were true...than it meant that all the Magids were on the Dark side.

Harry took the goblet and drank some tea. Then he stopped, and suddenly sat up, looking alarmed and thinking frantically.

'Whoa! Did Dumbledore just tell everyone that he was the Mentor?'