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Albus Dumbledore left Grimmauld Place and returned to Hogwarts, puzzled that the prophecy would have become fulfilled in such a strange way. He had been sure that, if Voldemort were to be slain, Harry would have survived. He had left a distraught Molly Weasley and most of the Weasley Family back at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. He walked out of his office and into the castle proper. An idea popped into his head to go see Sybill Trelawney. He knew that she had made the original prophecy, though she didn't recall doing so. According to Harry, she had made another genuine prophecy a little over two years ago, so he hoped that she would be able to provide some insight. It was a measure of his desperation that he even considered going to see her, of course, since he agreed with McGonagall that divination was a branch of magic that contained a lot of guesswork.

He arrived at the bottom of the north tower to find the ladder already waiting for him. He climbed it and arrived in Trelawney's room to notice that her usual eccentric fire and perfumes were missing. He drew his wand in preparation, thinking something was wrong. He moved further into the room and noticed Trelawney deep in conversation with a raven-haired young woman who was probably a student. He wondered what a student could be doing here in Hogwarts since it was summer session. As he approached, Trelawney looked up at him and spoke in her ethereal voice, "Ah, headmaster, so good of you to drop in. I had a feeling that I'd be hearing from you shortly."

"Sybill, I must admit that I'm surprised to see a student in here with you, especially since Hogwarts is closed for the summer."

"Headmaster, you couldn't very well forbid me from seeing my niece, could you?"

"I apologize, I didn't see your face, Miss Greengrass."

"That's quite alright, sir."

Trelawney shifted her gaze from Dumbledore to her niece. "Daphne, perhaps you should head back. I remember you saying something about your mother and shopping." Daphne nodded at her aunt, then, before she left, she paused at the top of the silvery ladder leading into the room.

"Good day, Professor Dumbledore."

"Good day, Miss Greengrass."

After the trapdoor closed, Dumbledore turned back to Trelawney. "What did you mean that you had a feeling that you'd be hearing from me?"

"You mean beyond my inner eye letting me know? Daphne told me I had another prediction spell shortly after her arrival."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, "What day did this happen?"

"Hmmm . . . let me think. I'd have to say that it was late Monday night, sometime near 11:00."

"Did Miss Greengrass hear it?"

"Yes, she stored her memory of it in a pensieve for you. Here," she handed him a stone bowl that he recognized as one that he had made several years previously for her to store in her classroom, not for her own use, but for the use of others who witnessed one of her predictions. He took the pensieve with a nod of thanks and made his excuses as he left. He was so focused on hearing this new prediction that was of the same mold as the one regarding Voldemort's downfall and his subsequent return that he missed the almost malevolent smirk that graced the features of his divination professor.
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Dumbledore returned to his office and removed the lid from the pensieve. He set the bowl on his desk and prodded the surface with his wand. A silvery column rose out of the liquid and formed into the shape of Trelawney. A memory of what she said, and how she said it, in that deep, raspy voice that only overcame her when she was making predictions:

"/THE ANCIENT SEALS HAVE WEAKENED . . . THE ANCIENT POWER RELEASED . . . REBORN FROM DREAMS OF PAIN AND DEATH . . . SHADOWS AND DARKNESS DANCE IN HUMAN FORM . . . THE DARK LORD FALLEN, HIS FOE REMOVED . . . AN AMALGAM OF POWER HAS BEEN FORMED . . . MARKED, THE SHADE SHALL BE . . . MARKED, THE DARKNESS SHALL BE . . . MARKED, THE NEW DARK LORD SHALL BE . . . BEWARE THE DARKNESS/."

Upon hearing the prediction, this new prophecy, Dumbledore sat back with a groan. This prophecy was about as clear as roiled mud, which was on par with her other prediction that he'd heard.

"Wait," he spoke, mostly to facilitate his thought processes, "she said, 'the dark lord fallen,' that must mean Voldemort. That means that 'his foe removed' means Harry Potter. What else is there? If this new dark lord bears a mark, then he should be easy to identify. What about the rest? 'Beware the darkness' is nothing new, wizardkind have had to do that for millennia. I don't know what this 'shadows and darkness dance in human form' means, though I assume that the new dark lord is connected somehow to shadows and darkness, more than his title might imply."
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Narcissa looked at her watch for about the eighth time in the past hour. The second individual that her Master was to meet with today hadn't shown up yet. He was late. The Master had gotten impatient and had gone upstairs to play with His soon-to-be-pet muggle. She sighed heavily, and then squinted into the light. She saw a crow flying across the water directly towards the Tower and knew that it was a message from Harbinger Prasanta. She took the message off the crow's leg and headed inside. She walked up to the top floor of the Tower to give the message to her Master. She entered the top floor of the Tower and grinned slightly at the goings-on within the room. The pet was out of her stocks and was kneeling at the foot of the throne. Fleur was seated on the Master's lap, His dick buried in her cunt. The pet was licking at both the part-veela's pussy and the Master's cock. Narcissa looked to make sure and noted with a small amount of satisfaction that the young pet was wearing a proper collar instead of the choker that the Master had placed on herself and the others. She decided to wait until their activities had subsided, but He noticed her standing near the stairs and placed His hand on the back of Fleur's neck. She subsided, and He did the same to the pet, who dropped back from her position and knelt, resting her ass on her heels and looking up at Him adoringly. Fleur rose from her position, attempting to look regal, but the sweat and the nudity, as well as what the position she was rising from ruined the attempt rather dramatically. The Master rose, walking smoothly over to Narcissa. His own regal grace remained undiminished as He walked over, regardless of His nudity. He stopped in front of her and met her gray eyes with His green ones. He spoke in a gravelly voice, "You have news?"

"Yes, Master. I just received a letter from the Harbinger." She handed it to Him before He could ask for it. He took it wordlessly from her hand, though he appeared lost in thought.

"On your knees, Cissa." Silently she obeyed. He reached out and placed one hand on the back of her head. He pulled her face closer to His dick, and she complied with His unspoken command and took Him into her mouth. She sucked softly on her Master's wonderful cock, taking Him completely into her mouth and suppressing her gag reflex as He slid into her willing throat. She ran her tongue along the underside of His dick, then pulled her head back, removing it almost entirely from her mouth, until her lips enclosed only the head. She then slid her lips back to the base of His prick, reveling in the affection He showed her by allowing her to do this.

Harry lost himself in the excellent blowjob he was receiving from Narcissa and nearly forgot about the letter in his hands. He shook his head as he remembered, though he didn't pull out from Cissa's warm mouth. He opened the envelope that she had brought up and removed the single sheet of parchment that was contained within.
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To the Nascent Dark Lord,

I understand that you have recently come into your own. I also understand that you are exceedingly more powerful than I could ever hope to be. I would have been more than happy to meet with you earlier today, but I ran into a slight situation. There is a small squad of demon hunters on my trail, and I shall be out of contact until they are dealt with. I will send a message to our mutual acquaintance, Narcissa, when I am able to meet with you.

Harbinger Prasanta,
Second Echelon
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Harry nodded slightly to himself and replaced the parchment within the envelope. He looked down at the woman on her knees with his dick in her mouth. He smiled slightly as he tangled his right hand into her hair, and then proceeded to pump his hips, fucking her mouth. As he did so, she moaned in contentment and pleasure. A few minutes later he thrust in as deep as he could go and shot his cum straight down her throat. She swallowed it all, and simultaneously shuddered as his orgasm in her mouth set off her own. She pulled her mouth off his cock slowly, her tongue licking and lips softly suckling, cleaning every last drop of everything except saliva off his prick.

Harry smiled down at his pet and caressed her cheek as she knelt before him, looking up at him with curious grey eyes. She spoke hesitantly, "Master, what are Y

"How immediate are we talking about, pet?"

"The next week or so, Master."

"Well, I have a couple of other ideas regarding potential lieutenants. I've been searching through Voldemort's memories and I found a . . . rival of sorts who would probably still despise both him and Dumbledore."

"Who is it?"

"Klaus Reinhardt. He was a servant of Grindlewald who was supplanted by Tom before Grindlewald's death at the hands of Dumbledore. Klaus managed to gather a large selection of Dark Wizards from Grindlewald's forces as he left. I'm going to track him down."

"Anything else?"
"Yes, and I want you to give this your special attention, Cissa. I need a spy in Hogwarts--actually, I think I'd prefer multiple spies and inside informers. Voldemort knew something about a spell that could create a small semi-solid object in the target's magical core. I don't know much else, but it seems that it could be used for mass-summoning."

"Perhaps you should have Fleur and Jessica look into it, Master. Jessica because of her status as a former Ravenclaw, and Fleur because she seems to be Your primary researcher and historian."