A/N- So I know it has been too long since I have posted. I also realized I never did a disclaimer and would like to say I do not own the world of Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does. She also own the new movie series coming out :3

Dumbledore paced his office while stroking his beard absentmindedly; he gazed out at the setting sun. Planning a trip to Hogsmeade during Valentine's Day and administering the love potion that day was an excellent plan but it did lack some flair. He sat at his desk while fiddling with a quill when inspiration struck him. A ball would be the perfect place to separate Harry and Miss Weasley.

As Dumbledore continued his plans Fawkes gave a mournful cry before disappearing in a ball of flames.

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Harry tapped his quill impatiently on his parchment while glancing at his watch. He felt anger and it wasn't from himself so it had to be from his redheaded girlfriend. His potions essay was long forgotten by now as he waited for Ginny to return from detention with Umbridge. The feeling of anger soon became mixed with sadness and betrayal causing Harry to tap the quill more frequently and sporadically.

"What does it seem we have here?" One of the twins asked as they approached Harry.

"It seems ickle Harry-kins…" Gred said.

"…Appears to be anxious for something." Forge followed up.

"Surely it can't be anything too important. Our esteemed investor should be focusing on his studies," Continued one of the twins.

"Ah but George young Harry here is studying. He enrolled into the study of little Gin-Gin for reasons no sane person can understand," Fred said with a mischievous grin. "Perhaps he could be distracted long enough to help us with a certain project though. One that would help get some revenge on a certain brother of ours and his bushy haired friend."

Harry's ears perked up and he glanced at the twins before a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "And if I agree to partake in said plan I would be invoking the wrath of a certain redhead who is infamous for the bat-bogey hex. If we were to wait for said person though all of us would be safe from said wrath."

The twins looked at each other and seemed to be having a silent conversation before nodding. "Well said Harry. If we could borrow a certain map quickly to check on a few things Fred and I can set up a meeting for the four of us." George said with a twinkle in his eye.

Harry absentmindedly handed them the Marauder's Map and heard them gasp a few seconds later. "It changed!" they both exclaimed. Harry turned in his seat and looked at the map.

On it read;

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, Ghost, and Claws

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP"

"What happened to the map?" George asked while staring at Harry incredulously. "We have been trying for years to add ourselves to the map and now to random names appear on it."

Harry was saved from answering by the arrival of a flustered Ginny. He slid a bowl of murtlap essence towards her and listened to her sigh in relief as she dipped her hand in it. "Angry because of detention?" he asked curiously.

Ginny sighed while trying to find her words. "I knew detention was going to be bad. Umbridge kept me after curfew too and I happened to be caught by two prefects."

"What did Malfoy do?" Harry tensed while sitting up straighter.

"It wasn't that git," Ginny growled while closing her eyes. "My dear brother and his bushy haired friend tried to hassle me after I got out of detention."

Fred and George took this moment to join into the conversation.

"To think…"

"… A Weasley who isn't Percy…"

"… Would hassle someone for being out of bed, especially if the person is his own flesh and blood." George finished looking aghast.

Harry smirked while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I believe this is even more reason to perform a prank guys. I happen to believe that I have a great prank forming in my mind as well." Harry put aside his essay and laid a blank parchment on the table. The twins and Ginny quickly huddled around him and their planning commenced.

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Harry rolled over in his sleep as a nightmare plagued what was previously a pleasant dream. He was strolling down a sidewalk to a small house that was usually invisible. The glee he felt welling inside of himself was overwhelming. He casually waved his wand and blasted the door open. He wanted to laugh as he saw a woman run up the stairs as her husband drew his wand. After a few minutes the man fell to the floor dead and he glided up the stairs. He opened the door and watched the woman stand between him and the child in the crib. She pleaded over and over again before he became frustrated and cast a killing curse at her as well. He turned towards the baby and waved his wand once more before everything went black.

When Harry opened his eyes he noticed it was way too bright. He covered his eyes slightly with his hands and squinted a bit. "Do not be afraid Harry," a soft voice carried over from an archway. "We do not mean you any harm. Come closer your father and I would like to see you."

Harry froze as the voice said those words. 'Father?' he thought slowly before it dawned on him. He approached the archway and thought he was back in his first year looking at the Mirror of Erised again. His mom and dad stood in the archway looking down at him with big smiles on their faces. "It's really us," James said with a goofy grin. "We are so proud of you Harry. You're mother and I have been watching over you your whole life and we couldn't be prouder."

Harry wiped the corners of his eyes as he felt tears begin to form. He opened his mouth to speak but his mother shushed him. "We do not have much more time here, you will wake soon. There is something that you should have known ever since the stone incident. When you were born there was a prophecy pertaining to you, Voldemort, and one other person. The prophecy said; '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 the one cannot do it alone… the one shall find his true power once the ties have formed ... 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...'.

Lily looked sadly over at Harry as he tried to digest the news. "It's a lot to take in I know," she whispered while grabbing onto James' hand for comfort.

"Our time is coming to an end son," James sadly stated. "Please tell Padfoot we don't blame him. We never suspected Peter to betray us." The room seemed to fade in front of Harry and right before he woke up he thought he heard his dad call out, "See you real soon Harry."

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Harry woke with a start and felt the cold sweat that covered his body. He shivered slightly and got up to use the loo. Once he splashed water into his face he looked up at his reflection in the mirror. His emerald eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim light. 'It couldn't have been real could it?' he thought hesitantly while taking a deep breath. He remembered seeing his parents and talking to them. He tried to remember what they said. They were proud of him… they also told him something really important but what was it? A prophecy! He quickly summoned a piece of parchment and a quill with ink before he wrote the prophecy down. "Maybe Sirius and Remus could help me figure it out," he whispered as he extinguished the lights and went back to bed. As he drew his curtains shut Ron slipped back into the bedroom and quickly dozed off.

A/N- I have no excuse for updating so late besides writers block and work/league of legends. So Sirius will have some news next chapter about Ron and Hermione. Anyone have a guess at what it will be?