So…I know it's been a while since I updated, but it's not dead, don't worry! I have too much planned for this lovely story to let it die. I recently graduated and my life has been pretty chaotic since then. You'd think graduating would be the end of the chaos, but it's really only the beginning.

Now, I had someone point out something off about my story, as has happened before, but this time it's not a misspelling, or anything like that, I typed something that counteracted and confused. This obviously bothered me, as I do love this story dearly, so I went back and read and realized, I HAD LEFT A CHUNK OF THE CHAPTER OUT. Now this will not do, not do at all, so, I'm doing a small balancing act in this chapter.

Also, for the people who say this story is bland, or common, or any of those words, please keep reading! While the plot is generally whored out over and over, I hope other bits and pieces color this story enough to keep you interested.

As for this OC making a big part in the story, there will technically only be one who will be a big part of the story, and you've already met them. I promise that no other OCs will be part of this story, but Skye will be a major part of this story.

Also, I don't own anything that you recognize. Obviously.

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When Harry popped back into the back that night, Xzen was sitting in a high back chair in Harry's room. "So, Mr. Potter, I didn't get to see you off, but how was your trip?" Harry huffed and sagged onto his bed, near the chair the goblin with situated in, "It would've been better if I didn't have a cap on my spending limit, but seeing as I thought of it myself, I really shouldn't complain. It really is the only way to keep Dumbledore from suspecting what is going on. I ran out of money, though. I have to pay off most of the clothes the clerk gave me by working there for the rest of the summer."

The goblin grinned, flashing his pointy teeth, "You do have a way to get there and back, I assume? We can't risk escorting you there and back every day, you know." Harry nodded and pulled the portkey given to him, which the goblin took and waved his hand over, sighing when he seemed to finish checking it over. "Well, while it isn't the most legal way of transport, it is safe, so I'll let it pass. I do hope whoever made this portkey doesn't have many more, wouldn't want our savior getting in any trouble, now would we?"

"Just because you're a bloody goblin, it doesn't mean you have to be so fucking facetious." He groused. A twitter above his head answered him, making him almost snapped his neck to look at the source. There, sitting on his headboard was his owl, Hedwig.

He jumped up and sat cross legged on his bed, "Hedwig! Where have you been girl? I've been lonely without you." She clicked her beak softly and flew forward to land on his lap and nuzzled his cheek, nipping affectionately at his nose. She flew back to the headboard and stuck out her leg, looking toward the burden on her leg.

The goblin, still chuckling softly, hopped off of his seat as Harry was untying the package. "You know, if you weren't so ugly, you would've made a splendid goblin." Harry snorted as Hedwig twittered out what sounded like a laugh. While Xzen was busy for the most part, he had still had time to become relatively close to the boy, him being only part human helped in matters a bit. Xzen also seemed to be the only one besides the boy's owl that was relatively close to Harry and got to see and side of him that had been suppressed for far too long. They'd even gotten to the point that they could joke around each other without offended the other's race.

"Oh and also, just reminding you that your appointments with the mediwitch and curse breaker are tomorrow, and I believe Mr. Malfoy wished to talk to you, as well. About what, I'm not sure, he was very hush hush about it when he contacted me, but that could also be because he was using the floo and his son was in the room with him." The goblin waved his hand around, as if trying to infer to something, making Harry roll his eyes. "Yes, yes. I have a package to open, so if you would, please?"

The goblin bowed, Harry bowed his head in response, both still one for the appropriate manners in the end, the goblin stopped and thought for a second, before going over and waving his hand over the parcel. Shaking his head, "You can never be too sure these days, of course." Harry nodded with a grim smile and bid the goblin a farewell as he was leaving.

Harry looked down at the parcel for the first time. There was no name on the box, so he untied the rope around it and let the paper that was wrapping it fall. As with the wrapping, there was no note on the box, besides a message reading, "Information is the most powerful weapon in one's arsenal, if used correctly. The knowledge inside this box seals the fate of the one who wields it, come forth and read your destiny.'

Hands shaking, he opened the box, to reveal two crystal globes, much like what he used in Divination. Underneath them was another note, which he read first.

'As with night, there will be dark, this is the box of Pandora; from here on out, you are the wielder of the future of humans and creatures alike. The moment you touched this box, your fate was sealed. Blessed be the one who bears this burden.

Within each globe contains a fate, unlike any fate to be touched by human eyes. One is old, from the dawn of time and magic, kept in the sanctity of those who borne it. One is new, ripping innocence of the keeper from grasp.

Touch the globes now, youngling, know your fate and make it so.'

"Well, if that isn't more confusing than a talk from the old man himself…" He reached out and picked up the one closest to him. His eyes glazed over as a voice entered his mind like a mist. "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, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

Shaking like a leaf, he looked over to Hedwig who was peering at him curiously. He stood and retrieved parchment and a quill and began to write down each line and his interpretation of what was spoken to him from the first globe.

"So, if what this is saying is about me, then, I'm the only one who can defeat the dark lord, but…who is the real dark lord in this? I can't say Tom is, no matter what he's done, it was all done because of what Dumbledore did to him…so is Dumbledore the true dark lord? I would guess so." Harry sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "May as well listen to the second one, eh Hedwig?" Said owl hooted in response.

He reached out for the second one, and was again invaded by a voice in his mind.

"Four soldiers must stand up to those who press in.

The light one, whom born to defeat the one darkest force, will right the wrongs unjustly set upon this world.

The dark one, raised in distrust will rise again, to fight against those whom he seeks shelter.

The Femme Fatale, born to the wrong spirit, must guide themselves to their fate, will be the one who will end this travesty once and for all.

And the Dragon, fierce and loyal, forgotten, but not broken, will no longer stand in the shadow, but shine out against the dark forces that plan to wreck this world.

To save this world, four must learn what they were not."

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Is this a cliffhanger, oh I believe so. And yes, that is the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries. You'll find out later.