They witnessed her destruction,
Then were left to wonder why,
She saw nothing but darkness,
Though stars shone in her eyes,
But maybe they'd forgotten
When they failed to see the cracks,
That a star's light shines the brightest
When it's starting to collapse.

~ e.h.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to parents who have thrice defied him, born in the month of the conqueror...and the Dark Lord shall mark divine as his equal, but divine will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born in the month of the conqueror..."

The words of the prophecy echoed throughout his head. A sense of dread and guilt filled him whole as their savior walked up to the stool obediently. She kept her chin up high, so her sharply aristocratic features that had survived through her abusive years at the Dursleys' could be seen. Once McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat on her head, he could just barely see the legendary scar cut crudely into her high forehead, a lightning bolt, the Potter rune for power. Her eyes, however, stood out against the shadows of the Sorting Hat, a mesmerizing shade of emerald that would be sure to haunt the potions master for the next seven years.

Heloise Eileen Potter

Albus Dumbledore, admittedly, had no clue as to what the prophecy meant. Divine will have power the Dark Lord knows not. Hestia Jones had been the one to suggest the month of the conqueror as July, which was named, according to Muggles, after a Roman conqueror and dictator, Julius Caesar. But as for divine... Eleven years later, and he still hadn't a clue. Lily seemed to have known, as well as Emmeline Vance, and Hestia Jones, Heloise's godmother. They absolutely refused and denied anything he said, Emmeline harshly considering this was after the death of one of her closest friends and fiancee, Caradoc Dearborn, and Hestia still in hysterical tears for losing the protection of her goddaughter to Muggles. The only connection Dumbledore could think of between the three was Heloise and that Emmeline and Lily were muggle-borns.

The only reason for Dumbledore bringing their blood-statuses into the prophecy was because of his mother, who was a muggle-born herself. In his childhood, Ariana had loved the stories of Greek mythological deities, even after the accident, she would love to sit with her mother or Aberforth and listen to myths of demigods and the Olympians. Kendra Dumbledore always seemed keen to read the stories of the minor deities, especially Hecate.

She's the goddess of magic, she had said whenever any of them questioned why she was her favorite. She deserves more credit then she's receiving.

Dumbledore remembered the look of pride that would cross across his mother's face whenever she spoke of Hecate, and the disgust in her eyes when they mentioned an Olympian. They're too proud, thinking they can decide who is important enough to be an Olympian, who deserves a throne on Olympus and who doesn't.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat screamed into the silent hall, causing the people who hadn't been solely focused for the last few minutes to jump in their seats.

Dumbledore couldn't help but think of James on his Sorting as the metamorphmagus strutted over to the ecstatic Lions confidently, grinning at the way the Weasley twins were shouting deliriously "WE GOT POTTER!" repeatedly and striking up a conversation with the students surrounding her.

Just like her father, Dumbledore inwardly sighed as he smiled reassuringly at Heloise, who was looking his way. Just like a divine.