HARRY POTTER :flash forward.

The next day, the Saturday and the week before the train back to London, Hermione approached the other two with an idea of what to do with switching the prophecy globes.

"Alright," she began. "We know Snape heard the first part of the prophecy; the part up to and including 'born as the seventh month dies'; right?"

"Right," the other two replied.

"Right. That means he also knows it was given by Trelawney to Dumbledore while she sat on a hard wooden chair in a room at the Hogshead Tavern," she said. "So, that means the image seen in the prophecy globe must match that."

Dropping his head and giving a groan, Harry said, "You're right. That's exactly what I remember seeing when Dumbledore showed me the memory in the air above his pensieve when he returned after portkeying me back."

"Uh-hmm," she replied, agreeing. "So, we need to somewhat match that with the fake prophecy if we're going to go ahead with that."

"And how're we supposed to do that?" asked Daphne, seeing the problem.

"Polyjuice and transfiguration," Hermione promptly replied. "We need to get a few hairs off Trelawney for the polyjuice. Everything else can be handled with transfiguration. Everything from her clothing, to the chair she sat upon, to the rest of the room, if necessary."

"Damn!" Harry softly exclaimed. "You're right! And we don't even need to go to that much extent when it comes to the room because the only things seen in the image are Trelawney, the chair she sat on, and a small area of wooden floor under her."

"Well, that's the image and voice taken care of," said Daphne, slowly nodding. "And the transfiguring of everything from her spectacles to her jewellery, clothing, the chair and floor will be easy to temporarily transfigure. Now we just need to figure out how to fake a prophecy sphere and get it into the Hall of Prophecies."

"I've been researching how to make a prophecy sphere," said Hermione, sighing. "But, they're a closely guarded secret of the Unspeakables. We may need to convince and Unspeakable to help us fake one."

"I don't think that's possible," said Daphne. "They're too guarded of their prophecies. If we were to fake one, what's to stop others, in future, doing the same thing with important ones."

"Who's to say it hasn't already been done?" asked Harry. "Let's ask and see what they say."

Both looked to Daphne, who had more experience of the history of the wizarding world, to see what she'd say.

After a few moments she said, "We can't ask them. Let's see if we can convince Madam Bones to ask in our stead."

"Then we have a plan," smiled Hermione.

That afternoon, the three were wending their way back to their apartment when Daphne softly said, "We have someone following us."

Frowning back, Harry pulled out his Marauder's Map and quickly activated it as they were walking. It took them only a few moments to see it was Draco Black who was tailing them.

Walking back to their apartment, they carefully monitored the situation but did nothing other than keep an eye on things.

As they turned into the Ravenclaw corridor, Harry folded the map up to a smaller size and watched. "I think he might just want to talk," he said, once they were inside the warded area outside their door. "I'll hang back and make sure he sees where we go."

The girls then made their way inside, while Harry hung back enough to allow his cousin to see him disappear through the alcove behind the statue Professor.

As soon as he stepped within and closed the door, he unfolded the map and, together with the girls, watched young Draco hesitate for a few moments before he quickly made his way to their apartment entrance.

Moments later, they heard the Professor's knock on the door.

Harry quickly folded the map while the girls moved to and apart from either side of the door. He then checked to make sure both girls were ready with wands drawn as he popped his own wand into his hand and held it behind his leg as he opened the door.

Deciding to be friendly, he adopted a mien of pleasant surprise before he said, "Cousin Draco! This is a surprise. Please, come in." He quickly stepped away from the door to his left so he could watch Draco's right hand.

Draco quickly looked each way down the corridor behind him before he smartly stepped through and shut the door behind him. It took him only a moment to realise he was well-bracketed by drawn wands.

"Ah!" he said, with a small smirk for each of them before looking directly at Harry. "Would you like me to give an oath I'm here to do you and yours no harm?"

Harry thought a moment before he said, "I tell you what. You leave the wand in wherever you have it stashed on you, and we'll forgo the oath, deal?"

With a nod and a smile, Draco replied, "Deal."

"Thank you," said Harry. "Now, because we're being ultra-paranoid at the moment, please allow the ladies to step forward to scan you for charms, curses and the like, alright?"

An expression of anger mixed with being appalled flitted across Draco's face for a moment before he fixed his lips in a firm line and said, "I'll allow it."

Both ladies stepped forward and scanned him from each side.

"Tracking charm on the belt," said Daphne.

That made Draco's eyes widen in shock.

"And on the tie," added Hermione.

"Whaaat?!" Draco softly exclaimed, looking between both ladies. "Get them off me... please!" he firmly asked. Hermione attacked the one on his tie while Daphne took care of the one on his belt buckle.

"Done," both ladies said almost simultaneously before they then moved away.

"Sorry," said Harry. "That obviously came as a shock."

"I never gave permission..." the blonde boy began, while he stood there fuming.

"For what it's worth," Daphne said to him, while moving away towards the couches. "The one on the tie is Professor Snape's. He's either keeping an eye on his godson or on all Slytherins. I think it's the latter as there was one from him on my old Slytherin tie, as well." "I don't recognise the one on the belt, though," said Hermione. "The signature belongs to neither Professor Snape or Dumbledore. We're getting used to the signatures of both."

"Probably my father," muttered Draco. "The belt was gift from him."

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