The Prophecy for Christmas
by Healer Pomfrey

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

As this is my Advent's Calendar story for 2013, it will be a story with small chapters and daily updates!

1 December

Harry Potter, now officially a first-year Gryffindor student, was happily sitting at the House table, enjoying the most delicious meal that he had ever tasted. He eagerly listened to the conversations going on around himself, when all of a sudden, everyone became quiet.

Together with everyone else, Harry turned his head to the Head table, from where a raspy voice could be heard.

"The vanquisher foretold to banish the undead shall unite with his blood. Guided by the celestial presence, Yuletide shall see them united."

With that the witch, who had spoken, became quiet and leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed.

'What was that, and who is that teacher?' Harry wondered, when Percy Weasley kindly enlightened the first years, "That was Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher, and apparently, she just made a prophecy - even if I don't have a clue what it might be about."

While most of the first years stared from the fifth year prefect to the Divination professor in awe, the Weasley twins began to chuckle.

"After all that we heard about her..."

"... she's a complete fraud..."

"Maybe she was inspired tonight..."

"... by the Sorting Hat's song," they announced in a funny sing-song that made Harry chuckle.

'I like the twins,' he thought. 'They're really comical.'

HP

While the students happily continued their meal, Severus Snape exchanged concerned looks with the Headmaster and his deputy. 'A new prophecy, and this time about Potter and a relative of him? I thought his Muggle relatives were his only living relatives? How will Muggles be able to assist him fight the Dark Lord?' he mused, incredulously.

"After dinner, we'll meet in my office to discuss the latest prophecy," Dumbledore suggested.

However, Severus shook his head. "No Albus, I'm sorry, but I have a House meeting to hold, and afterwards I must brew an urgent potion for a fifth year, who has taken ill on the train," he excused himself. "It'll take until around midnight."

"Very well then, that gives me a day to think about the matter," the Headmaster said, pleasantly. "Let's meet after the last afternoon class tomorrow then. Is that all right with you too, Minerva?"

The Scottish lioness nodded, smiling.

HP

As soon as the meal was finished, the prefects led the Gryffindor first years to their common room. Harry looked at the paintings in the halls with interest. 'The people in the paintings move,' he thought, happily, 'like in my pictures, which Aunt Petunia used to throw away because of their freakishness.'

Thirty minutes later, he was lying in his most comfortable four poster bed in the first year boys' dormitory, feeling very happy. 'I really like it here,' he thought. 'Everyone seems really nice, and they all have magic like me. No one's going to call me a freak here.'

He was just about to slowly drift off to sleep, when all of a sudden, an unknown, male voice penetrated his mind.

'Hello Harry,' the voice said, sounding slightly grumpy. 'Welcome to Hogwarts.'

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tbc tomorrow...