Chapter 4 – The Prophecy of Gryffindor

Dumbledore was pacing in his office working on his plan to defeat Voldemort, when he heard a loud clinking noise behind him. He turned around and the Sword of Gryffindor was glowing dark purple and vibrating violently in its holder. Dumbledore slowly walked toward it and was about to pick it up, when it suddenly stopped glowing and vibrating. The sword just lay there like usual.

"It's happened," Dumbledore said.

He then strode over to the door and stopped. "It's finally happened."

And with that, he left to go for a walk around the castle.

Harry was hurrying back to the common room, looking behind him when he ran into somebody. It was Dumbledore.

"Everything alright, Harry?"

"Um, yes sir," Harry said, trying to look natural.

"May I see your hands please?" Dumbledore asked.

"Uh, yeah"

Harry took his hands out of his pockets but kept them in fists, trying to hide what was on them. Dumbledore smiled and opened Harry's fists to reveal the two lions burned into his palms.

"I knew it." Dumbledore said, joyfully.

"Knew what professor?" Harry asked.

"Come with me. We must speak in a more private place."

Harry followed him to his office and sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore's, across his desk. When Dumbledore sat down, he folded his hands and looked at Harry through his half-moon spectacles.

"Harry, have you ever heard of the Prophecy of Gryffindor?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir."

"There is a prophecy that was made right after Godric Gryffindor's death. It says,

'The one with Gryffindor's blood shall inherit his mighty gifts when the two parts that were whole are reunited once again'…It is said that when the heir of Gryffindor is found, his sword will glow bright and the heir will be branded with the symbol of Gryffindor: the lion."

Harry sat open-mouthed, staring at Dumbledore.

"You-you don't think I'm the heir of Godric Gryffindor, do you?" Harry stammered with shock.

"I think we both know that you are, since we have the evidence on your hands."

Harry looked at the two lions on his palms and thought about the two rock halves that stuck together when he touched them.

"Although, I must admit, I am curious to know why this has happened now. Why not when you first came here, when you first entered the magical world for the first time?" Dumbledore said.

Harry told him about the two black rock halves that Professor Dean brought that fused together and glowed when he touched them, and about how they burned the lions into his palms. He also told Dumbledore how they broke apart when he let them go.

"There's something wrong there. The two parts are supposed to stay reunited," Dumbledore said with a small frown.

"And I haven't inherited any amazing gifts so far," Harry added.

"Hmmm…I must think about this…In the meantime, Harry, I think you ought to be getting to your next class now."

"Oh yeah," Harry said, looking at his watch.

Charms would be starting in 15 minutes. He got up to leave.

"Goodbye, professor."

"Good day, Harry."

After Charms class, on the way to the common room, Harry told Ron and Hermione about what happened with the black rocks and what Dumbledore told him.

"Blimey, that's amazing Harry. I can't believe you're the heir of Gryffindor," Ron said excitedly.

"Yeah, but it is strange that those certain parts of the prophecy didn't come true," Hermione said.

"Yeah…I wonder what 'gifts' I would 'inherit.' What kinds of powers did Gryffindor have, Hermione?" Harry asked.

Hermione turned on bookworm mode and started reciting his talents.

"Well, Gryffindor was known for being very brave and just, as well as for his extreme skill with wandless magic and telekinesis," Hermione stated.

"Really? Gryffindor was telekinetic? Awesome!" Harry said happily.

At that moment, Draco Malfoy came strutting up to them with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him. Oh great! Harry was hoping he had gotten expelled since he hadn't seen him around lately.

"Hello, Potter. I see you still hang around with the blood traitor and the mudblood," he said with spite.

"Haven't you given up on name calling yet, Malfoy?" Harry replied.

"Not yet, Potter. Besides, I save the best for when I'm in bed. How 'bout it Granger? Do ya wanna see how a real man performs a patronus charm with a whore like you?" Malfoy said, advancing on Hermione.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that! And don't even think about touching her!" Harry shouted at him, his wand suddenly out and pointed at Malfoy's face. Crabbe and Goyle went to grab Harry, but Hermione shouted "Expelliarmus!" and knocked all three of them back onto the floor.

"Leave, now! Before I start to do some real damage to you," Hermione said, ominously.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle promptly scurried away down the corridor and out of sight.

"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked her, concerned.

"Yes, I'm alright. Hopefully that evil little cockroach won't try anything else,"

Harry smiled at her and the three of them returned to the common room.