The Anger .

The next morning Harry met Daphne, her father and Neville in the Entrance Hall. Today, they were heading in secret to the Department of Mysteries. There, they'd be having a look at the prophecy that clearly involved Harry.

"Sorry I'm late," said Harry. "I wanted to get a copy of the article from the Daily Prophet that's framed and hanging in the Trophy Room."

Harry unrolled the configured parchment of the copy of the article - something he learned from the Seventh Year Ravenclaw who copied the last page of the muggle comic book for him - and handed it to Cygnus.

With one look at it, Cygnus hissed in surprise. "Yes, that's a young Voldemort, alright," he muttered. "Mind if I hold onto this, Harry?" he asked. "Of course not, Cygnus," replied Harry. "I brought it for you so it could be confirmed TMR is Tom Marvolo Riddle. And you've now confirmed Tom Marvolo Riddle is Voldemort."

With a nod, Cygnus rerolled the parchment and pocketed it within his robes. "Well, we'd best be going, then."

Together, the four headed off towards the front gates.

"I didn't know you were coming with us, Neville," said Harry to the other boy.

"Gran received a message from my Great Uncle Algie," replied the boy with a shrug. "He said I need to be there when we - get where we're going."

"Alright, then," said Harry. "It'll be nice to have you along." And smiled. Stepping into the atrium at the Ministry of Magic from one of the many fireplaces, Harry noticed there wasn't nearly as many people as the previous Monday. Clearly, Saturdays were not a mandatory work day at the Ministry.

Cygnus led their small party through the security checkpoint before striding over to the bank of elevators. There, they took a ride down to Level Nine.

Striding straight across the small foyer, Cygnus opened the door that was only labelled 'DoM' in old English script on a wooden plaque.

Inside, they were immediately met in a hallway by a person of modest height in a long grey cloak. Harry noticed he couldn't quite make out the person's face.

Cygnus after shaking the person's hand turned to the three kids and said, "This is Unspeakable Talon. Unspeakable Talon will take us through to the Hall of Prophecies so Harry can hear the orb of prophecy that is in, in part, his name. Please obey all instructions of the Unspeakable and ask no further questions."

Harry, Daphne and Neville all nodded their heads in understanding.

With a voice Harry couldn't make out was either male or female, the Unspeakable led them down the short hallway they were standing in and through a door at the end. As soon as the door closed Harry had a sudden feeling of vertigo as the room appeared to spin.

After a few long seconds the doors stopped their motion and the Unspeakable led their little party through a door. To Harry, they all appeared identical. He wondered how the person in the grey cloak knew which door to open.

Stepping through, the Unspeakable led them through a room full of clocks and hourglasses before passing through a door out the other side of the room.

The door opened up to a massive room in which Harry couldn't see either end or the opposite wall. The light from candles at each end of a rack were insufficient to show how far back the rows went. The room was filled with racks upon racks, all standing side by side with little room for two people to pass one another between them. Harry didn't know how many racks there were but they entered next to row 53.

The Unspeakable led them along the rows as the numbers counted up. Soon, they reached row 97. The Unspeakable stopped for a moment and consulted a small device he - she - held in their left hand. Then the unspeakable led them down that row.

Only a short way down the row, the unspeakable stopped and turned to one of the racks. The wand, lit with a soft Lumos, was used to light the rows. Soon, at about Harry's head height, the unspeakable stopped and, using their wand, indicated a softly glowing orb.

"Mister Potter, if HJP truly is you, then you will be able to lift this orb down," the unspeakable said. "If it is not you, it will stun you. At which point I will Enervate you again.

"If you are able to lift the orb down you will need to tap the top of it with your wand. Then, the prophecy will play for you within the orb. If there is anyone in your party you do not want to hear the prophecy, they need to leave now." "No, they can stay," said Harry. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Harry drew his wand and held it in his right hand. He then reached out and placed both hands under the orb.

He carefully lifted the orb from it's small wooden cradle and brought it down to his chest. Once there, he transferred the orb to be held only in the palm of his left hand.

Holding the orb a little out in front of himself, Harry then raised his wand and lightly tapped the orb on top. The others gathered around and watched.

The glow of the orb brightened and the grey smoky substance within cleared. Then Harry could see a younger Professor Trelawney sitting in a chair. Her voice was husky and quite deep as she 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 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."

After the prophecy played out the image of Trelawney faded away back into the softly glowing smoky interior.

Still holding it and just staring at it, Harry said, "Well, that just sucks."

"Bloody Hell!" said Neville while Daphne took Harry in her arms and hugged him tightly.

Cygnus was softly cursing under his breath.

With what sounded like a sigh, the Unspeakable said, "Hold on to that, Mister Potter, and follow me." The Unspeakable lifted down the small wooden stand the orb had sat upon on the shelf and led them back out to the end of the rows.

The Unspeakable led them back out through the door by which they entered the Hall and back to the room with the rotating doors. After he - or she - shut the door, the doors spun around them again.

When the doors stopped moving the Unspeakable walked over to another door, opened it, and ushered them through.

This time they came out into what seemed to be a set of offices.

The Unspeakable then led them through a couple of offices before she halted at a plain, unmarked door. They knocked on the door and then opened it, ushering everyone through. Stepping into the room, Harry noticed it was an office. One that was magically expanded because the doors on either side of the one in which they entered could not have been there given the size of the room they were now in.

Behind the desk sat another person in robes similar to the one the Unspeakable who had led them through to the Hall of Prophecies was wearing. The one who had led them walked up to the desk and placed the wooden stand on it in front of the other. Then he or she left the room closing the door behind them.

Once the door was closed the new Unspeakable drew a wand and conjured four chairs for them to sit upon on their side of the desk.

"Please, sit, everyone," said the new Unspeakable.

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