The Last Five Months

By

Love'sDaughter

Disclaimer- The word says it all

OMM, I just realized that I haven't thanked my reviewers and favorite-ers and story alert-ers! Thank you so much, everyone!

Okay, I know, it's a super short chapter, and I've had almost two months to work on it! All I can say is that I'm super super super super super sorry. I just got back from a five week vacation with my dad and younger brothers. Where we went to the new HP land in Florida( It's really cool) and Japan, China, and New Zealand.

But all that isn't an excuse. I had internet access almost every day, and I had my netbook charged and with me on the airplanes and everywhere else. Alas, I was too busy reading everyone else's brilliant fan fictions to update my own. I'm sorry!

Um…like I said earlier, it's really short, but I just wanted to get it up before I'm forced to go to the lake and sit in 103 degree Fahrenheit weather and watch my family play in the water and swim while I sit on my Harry Potter beach towel reading my Harry Potter books. Uh…I don't actually have the real-time part typed yet, and I also need to catch up the diary to real-time, so this chapter doesn't have that part.

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Chapter 11

Prophecy

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June 16, 1996 (Sun.)

Dear Diary,

Uh…school's out! We're going back to Dad's house later this week, after he finishes correcting the end of year exams. He let me help for a while yesterday, with the first year stuff. It was fun, but some of their writing was really horrible. Being a teacher would have been cool; I could teach DADA, and Dad would still be teaching Potions, and Hermione could teach Muggle Studies-but they'd have to call her Professor Hermione, or Granger Potter or something by then, because we'd be married-, and Ron could do flying lessons and be the Quidditch coach. Neville could do Herbology and Luna could do Care of Magical Creatures, and Ginny could have Charms and Malfoy can be the caretaker instead of Filch. That would be so cool! We'd all know each other, and we could bug the other teachers! And Fred and George could teach History of Magic! That would be a fun class if they taught it.

But…I guess it's not going to happen. I doubt everyone would be a teacher anyway, or that all those professors would retire. It wouldn't matter anyway, unless we all somehow got to be teachers in the next two months, and school went during the summer. Gosh, now I've got myself all depressed. Oh well. Maybe I'll go watch some TV or something. Night,

Harry

June 17, 1996 (Mon.)

Dear Diary,

I found Dad working on a potion to try to fix my cancer again. Almost once a week I find him up really late working on it. I'm glad that he's working on it, but I'm getting worried about him. He looks even more pale than usual, and is always tired. I don't want him to get sick, but I really hope he finds something to heal my cancer! I could actually get that teaching post, maybe, and grow up, and marry Hermione and have a family! If I live, then I'll…never insult Malfoy again. And I'll be the best friend I can possibly be, and I'll work on all my homework the day it's assigned, and I'll study for all my tests.

June 20, 1996 (Thurs.)

Dear Diary,

I heard Dad and Dumbledore fighting about something in the living room today. I know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but they were so loud that even in my room with my music playing, I could still hear them. Dumbledore was saying that I "should know my own destiny" or something, and Dad said that I "was much too young for that burden, and I should have the last few weeks to myself, not worrying about a - prophecy". They fought for almost an hour, and finally came to ask me what I thought. Dumbledore asked if I wanted Voldemort to be dead, but Dad said that that was an unfair way to phrase it, because of course I want Voldemort dead. Or at least stopped or something, maybe not dead. I used to think that I wanted him dead, but now that I'm going to die- unless Dad gets the potion right- I don't think that I want to do that to him anymore. But I at least want him chucked in Azkaban or something.

Anyway, so Dad kept trying to convince Dumbledore to not tell me about what he wanted to tell me, and trying to get me not to listen to him, but I decided that I wanted to hear what Dumbledore had to say. Apparently, there's a prophecy about me…

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…and he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must kill the other for neither can live while the other survives

Dumbledore said that that meant that I was the only one who could kill Voldemort. Dad told me that I didn't have to, though; prophecies are crap half the time, and I'm only fifteen, and no one expects me to do it. But if I can stop Voldemort…I'm probably going to die anyway, I'd just die a bit sooner if he won. Dumbledore told me that I didn't have to decide what to do today, but soon, because Voldemort's forces are getting stronger by the minute.

I didn't talk to Dad for the rest of the day…I think he's mad at me. I really hope not. I mean, I get his point. I'm fifteen, almost sixteen, but I'm still a kid! Why am I the one who has to defeat him? Why not Dumbledore? He'd be a lot better at it, and Dumbledore's the only person Voldemort's ever been afraid of! But if Dumbledore says that I have to defeat him, then I guess I do. And Voldemort will keep coming after me whether I decide to be the one to fight him or not. But on the other hand, Dad wouldn't lie to me when he said that prophecies don't play out half the time. But people do expect me to do it, I think. He's wrong there. Everyone calls me "the Chosen One" and I stopped him for a while when I was a baby. They'll think I can defeat him better this time, and stop him for good.

I don't know what I'll do. But for now, I guess I'll go eat supper. Tinsel made pancakes!

Harry

June 21, 1996 (Fri.)

Dear Diary,

I talked to Dad after supper last night for a couple hours. We were up until five in the morning. He and I talked about everything; from my life with the Dursley's and my favorite class. We didn't talk about the prophecy until about four, but Dad said that whatever decision I made on the subject, he would back me up 100%.

Even after we both went to bed, I didn't get to sleep. I thought about it for a while, and I've decided. I am going to fight Voldemort, and I am going to win.

But right now, I am going to succeed in waking Dad up, and I am going to succeed in inhaling my breakfast.

Harry

June 22, 1996 (Sat.)

Dear Diary,

I told Dad and Pro-Albus. The headmaster told me to call him Albus. It feels strange, but so did calling Dad Severus after calling him Snape, er, Professor Snape for almost five years. So I'll get used to it. Dad didn't seem disappointed in me (I was afraid that he would be, even though he told me that he was with me no matter what a few hours ago) and he actually said that he was proud of me for deciding to tackle such a difficult task. We're going back home tomorrow, and Pr-Albus will come by in a couple days to give me all the info on Voldie that he can. Bye!

Harry

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A/N: I'm not sure if I should do horcruxes or not, and if Harry should be one if I do. What do you guys think? Horcruxes or Hallows? Joking. But seriously, please make up my mind for me!

Thanks for reading, again! Review if you wanna (eighth[!] grader makes puppy dog eyes at you) and tell me if you see any mistakes.