Shaking those thoughts aside, he continued talking and joking with his friends, tightening the bonds even further. While he ate his breakfast and bonded with them, he did get a nagging feeling that something would happen soon. He was briefly overwhelmed with the thought that he now had two enemies, if you could count Dumbledore as one, which for some reason panged his hear. He didn't know where that feeling came from, since before he could care less, but now he was more cautious. What he didn't know was that his old paranoia was coming back with his memories.
"We have to get to class," Hermione stated, looking at her watch. She then stood and gathered her things. "Try to behave at the Ministry. Stay safe and take and adult," she suggested calm, in a voice that was trying very hard not to be nagging.
"Yes, we do have to get to class," Luna said, also getting ready. "Please do as Hermione asks and take an adult," she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
The gang groaned as they looked at their watches. They had been having fun, like today was different, more nurturing somehow. They all got up and went to the entrance, where they stopped to say goodbye to Harry.
"Don't worry guys, hopefully I'll be back before lunch. I only have to listen to some stupid prophecy. Really, how long would that take?" the dark-haired wizard asked with a huge smile, clapping the boys on the back, and kissing the girls on the forehead.
And with a hail of goodbye's and 'be safes', he turned and made his way out of the castle. He then made himself invisible and went to Sirius and Remus. He needed one of them to tell him how to get to the Ministry. Remus volunteered to take him, since Sirius didn't want to go near the place, even if he was still glamored. Now, Harry could show the werewolf his form of transportation, which the man marveled over the whole way to the Ministry. The two made it to Amelia's office, and were soon escorted in.
"Madam Bones," Remus said, making Harry rein in a snort, which escaped anyway.
He found it funny that this woman as his mind-doctor had the same name. He knew that before, but he hadn't met the doctor until the night before. Now that he had, he couldn't help but compare the two.
When the two adults looked at him, he just waved it away with an apologetic look. "Sorry, inside joke," he said with a sincere look. He really wasn't trying to piss the lady off. No, he wanted to stay on her good side, if she was going to help fight the Dork Idiot.
Amelia harrumphed, and then waved it off as something a teen would do. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, let's go down to the Department of Mysteries and see about this prophecy," she suggested, getting up from her desk and making her way to the door.
"Ah, someone who doesn't beat around the bush, refreshing," Harry commented, making the others look at him for his turn of phrase. Only one other female adult gave it to him straight, and he didn't like her. Mostly because she was in Dumbledore's pocket. He really hoped that this woman didn't turn out to be a disappointment like McGonagall.
The Head of the DMLE led them deeper into the building, through the room of spinning doors and to a large room with many, many globes. Some were shining bright, others were dim, still more were black. It took a while of diligent searching, but they found the globe that had Harry's name on it.
"You have to remove it," Amelia said, waving to the teen.
"Right," the boy in question nodded, and then reached up and grabbed the dusty glass ball. "Now what?" he turned to the woman.
"Break it, don't worry it will reform and return to the shelf when we're done hearing it," she answered with a shrug. She had thought it over, and it wouldn't be pertinent for him to take it. If You-Know-Who came back, this might be a good trap for him. She was already in discussion with the Unspeakables.
So, Harry threw the ball on the floor, and then listened to the airy words. When they were done he scoffed, then laughed. He leaned down with his hands on his knees and tried to regain his breathe. The adults were looking at him like he was crazy. Nothing they just heard warranted laughter. The teen was just plain barmy.
"Harry, this is serious," Remus said, taking the boy's shoulder and standing him up.
"No, that's my godfather," he wheezed out, making him laugh harder.
"Harry, pay attention, you may need this in the future," the werewolf tried again.
"You really believe this bullshit?" the laughing teen gasped, looking at the older man, flabbergasted. He thought Remus was a smart man, well that's what Luna said. He tilted his head and really looked at him. Then he remembered what Neville had said about Wizards putting a lot of faith in prophecies, so he sobered up and gave the two adults his attention. Though, he was still going to try and dissuade them.
"It is in the Hall of Prophecies for a reason," Bones pointed out, not sure what the young man was implying.
"Yeah, but either it has nothing to do with me, hence the question mark by my name, or its already be fulfilled. Hell, it doesn't even say who the Dark Lord is. I mean, there must have been more than one. Or it could be a future one. There are no names, nothing pointing who it's talking about, who his vanquisher will be, or who will win," he stated, looking at the two adults. Even if it was about him, he knew the 'power the Dark Lord knew not' so he wasn't overly worried. "Look, one of my best friends is a seer, so I do get that there are people that can see the future, but this," he pointed at the reformed globe, "doesn't prove anything."
"The globe is still glowing, meaning the prophecy is still in play," Amelia pointed out. Potter was right, there was nothing saying this had anything to do with the current problem. Judging from what she had observed of this boy in her few meetings with him, she was having a few doubts that he was the Wizarding World's savior.
She decided to concentrate on the horcrux(es). She had to find a way to get rid it the one she had and see if there were anymore. She would let the boy hero sort out if this prophecy pertained to him or not.
"Meh," was all Harry could say to that. He knew it was because everyone believed it was him. It was the way of magic. "Look around you, there are thousands of glowing balls. Are they all true, and do they pertain to now?"
The two adults looked around at the glowing ball and had to concede that he had a point.
"Harry, do you really want to take the chance that this is true?" Remus asked, worried that his best friend's son was going to get himself killed. Sure, the kid was powerful, but was he trained enough to fight? No. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had decades of experience. He was very concerned that the boy's ego would be his downfall. Since he lost his memory the teen's confidence bordered on arrogant. He reminded Remus so much of James, that they could be twins. He really missed his friend, but the man had his faults, which Harry seemed to be emulating now.
"I'm not going to let a bunch of vague words rule my life. I'll do what I can to protect myself and my friends, but this, well it's just some rambling that might, or might not, relate to me." He shrugged and walked away. He'd keep this prophecy in mind, but like he said, he wasn't going to let it rule him.
They made their way through the Ministry, each thinking about the words they had just heard. As they walked through the hall, Harry's red alert went off as one of the portraits moved aside. It was a picture of a knight riding a horse.
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