Chapter Two: Divining A Prophecy

A/N: Here is where my part of the story begins. I hope I will be able to carry this one with justice, and I hope that it is to everyones liking for the most part. I am so sorry that it has taken so long to get this out, and I thank everyone for their patience.

Harry passed the rest of the day in brooding silence. He did not actively participate in any of the class discussions, and was concentrating so hard on what he had been told that had it not been for Hermione he would have blown up the entire dungeons with his volatile potion. Skipping dinner Harry retired to a secluded corner of the library and pulled out the crumpled sheet he had scribbled on earlier.

"Warrior of the Light, four lights will seek to unite with your glory, The Scholar, The Seer, The Traitor's Kin, and The Warrior of Fury. Each will love you, and each will bring skills and abilities to help you against the coming darkness. You must choose which one you will unite with, and thus choose the power of the dark and the course of the fight to defeat it. Choose carefully, and listen to the guidance of the stars."

None of it made any sense. Why him? Why now? What of the prophecy he had already been told? Did the two tie in to one another? Would Firenze be able to answer any of his questions? This...whatever it was...seemed to be leading him in a completely opposite direction from what he had been taught the last three years. Dumbledore told him that he must complete the task of destroying Voldemort on his own, but this prophecy seemed to tell him he would have lots of help from every direction possible.

"Beware and watch carefully, lest the Traitor make your choice for you. He seeks to steal The Scholar for himself, and bind you to his Kin against your will."

Someone he trusted was going to betray him. Lovely. But who? He kept his circles small on purpose.

"Should you choose the Traitor's Kin, beware. The darkness will be much stronger, and victory will not be certain. Even should you defeat this coming darkness, those fallen will leave the Light weak, and vulnerable to the Darkness that will arise after. The stars have named the strongest of the many that will fall, should you take this path. The Innocent, The Wolf, The Wolf's Mate, The Wise Fool, and The Artist. Choose wisely, and you may defeat the Darkness before it forms. Choose foolishly, and you will fall into darkness yourself."

He had to be careful who he consulted with. The Centaurs had warned him again a man, so Dumbledore was out. McGonagall maybe? She would probably run straight to the Headmaster. And did that warning mean not to tell Ron either? How could he leave his best friend out? He didn't even know.

Pulling out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink, Harry stared at the message and settled down to try and figure out what it all meant.

The Warrior of Light was obviously him. Great. ANOTHER title.

Four lights? Did that mean that they were from the Order?

The Scholar. The Seer. The Traitor's Kin, and The Warrior of Fury.

Harry thought about his circle.

The Scholar could be anybody. He knew several intelligent people.

The Scholar-Hermione?

Harry tapped his chin as he thought, deciding for now that is who he would consider. Hermione was one of his best friends ever, and without her he would have already died a million times over. She seemed to be the only logical choice.

The Seer-Trelawney? (eww) Luna?

Harry didn't feel like he knew Luna that well. Sure she was always around but...were they friends really? What did she even contribute except for her weird ass mythical creatures?

The Traitor's Kin- ?

He hadn't been betrayed by anyone close to him so he was honestly at a loss. He would have to come back to this one.

The Warrior of Fury- ?

What did THAT even mean? Warrior of Fury? How in the world was he supposed to figure that one out? And from the way it sounded, he had not even met her yet. Her. Firenze had been telling him it was a girl, and she would be in pain…

How would he know who to choose if he didn't know who all of the players were? If The Seer was Luna, he would not chose her. But then again, he probably would not choose Hermione either if he was forced to go with only one. But why just one of these people? Why not all of them? What would happen if he took the whole team to battle? And what 'guidance of the stars'? All he had was one big hot mess of clues to try and figure out on his own.

"Beware and watch carefully, lest the Traitor make your choice for you. He seeks to steal The Scholar for himself, and bind you to his Kin against your will."

Beware the Traitor. That disturbed Harry just a bit. Who would want to steal Hermione and why? Of course she was very intelligent but this sounded almost like someone wanted her for some sort of sick and twisted reason. He would protect his friend at all cost.

"Should you choose the Traitor's Kin, beware. The darkness will be much stronger, and victory will not be certain. Even should you defeat this coming darkness, those fallen will leave the Light weak, and vulnerable to the Darkness that will arise after. The stars have named the strongest of the many that will fall, should you take this path. The Innocent, The Wolf, The Wolf's Mate, The Wise Fool, and The Artist. Choose wisely, and you may defeat the Darkness before it forms. Choose foolishly, and you will fall into darkness yourself."

Beware The Traitor's Kin. Right. Because he would be bound to this person and the dark would prevail, and from the looks of it, many would be lost. Many who were important to him. He wasn't so sure he could stand to lose any one else.

The Innocent, The Wolf, The Wolf's Mate, The Wise Fool, and The Artist.

Harry didn't even know where to begin. The Innocent could be Sirius, but The Wolf's Mate could as well since the only wolf Harry knew was Remus. But then Sirius and Remus were only best mates…did mate mean…

Harry knew he could not lose either man no matter what role they played. And as sad as it seemed The Wise Fool was most likely Dumbledore but…he had no idea who The Artist was, or what context the title was even meant in. An artist of what?

Harry banged his head on the table as he realized he still had nothing to go on. Maybe he was better off doing this on his own. That way even if he did fall into the darkness, he would not risk taking any of his friends with him.

"Harry?" a willowy voice came.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine, Luna," Harry replied, his voice strained.

"I have a tonic if the nargles are too much," she said as she sat down.

Harry really didn't have time for this right now.

"'M okay," he said, looking up and giving the girl a strained smile.

"Divination homework?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side and tried to discern the boys writing.

"No," Harry said, quickly sliding the paper to him, and hoping she hadn't noticed her name written there.

"Anything I can help with?" she asked, looking at him with her big, wide eyes.

They never missed a thing.

"Um…no," Harry said, as his brain began to turn.

Luna saw everything. Things other people could not, or would not see. She saw the impossible, and she knew ways to bring those things into reality.

"You've helped me already, Luna," he said, letting out a breath.

"Thank you."

Quickly gathering his scattered papers, Harry shoved everything into his bag and departed for his dorm. He had a lot to think about.