James sat in the library that very night, unaware of his parents aunt, uncle, and the Malfoys being in Hogsmade, doing homework with Rose, Albus, and Scorpius. (Ever sense the train ride back from the holidays Scorpius and the other three had become close friends, which didn't seem to be gaining Scorpius any popularity in his own house.)

James leaned back in his chair, exhausted.

"Long day?" asked Albus.

"You have no idea," said James. Rose put the quill she'd been writing with down and looked at her cousin with a serious look.

"What?" said James. "Is there something on my face?"

"No," she said.

"Then, why - oh."

"What?" asked Scorpius. James hesitated, and then decided that he could trust him, and told him about the poem from Jackson.

"You got one too?" said Scorpius.

"You mean -" Scorpius pulled a small piece of parchment from his pocket. His dad had duplicated it with magic to they both could have a copy.

James, Albus, and Rose all examined it. Then, they compared it to James's parchment.

"It's strange," said Rose. "How you both got one..."

"Hey, Al!" said a girl, materializing next to him.

"Oh," said Albus. "Hey Marie."

"Professor Jackson told me to give this to you," said Marie. She handed him a small piece of parchment.

"Thanks," said Albus. As she turned to leave he turned to the others, panicked. "Now I've got one!"

"What's it say?" asked James. Everyone leaned over the parchment to read. It read :

Now the fifth year dead,

Seven heroes who have lead.

You shall go to the room of fire,

You shall seek the lair,

You shall return what was lost,

And gain what was tossed.

"Wow," said Albus.

"Room on fire?" questioned Scorpius.

"Seven heroes who have lead?" said James.

"Liar?" said Rose.

"Where're these coming from?" Albus wanted to know.

"Let's go ask the Deviation teacher," suggested Scorpius.

"Good idea," said Rose.

So, the four friends trudged down the corridors together, got lost, trudged some more, got lost again, trudged, got lost, trudge, until finally they found the knight that had showed James's dad, uncle, and aunt to the deviation class room. They ran after him, up the spiraling stairs and came to a stop at the trap door. It opened before them. They friends exchanged looks, then climbed the latter.

"I knew you would come here!" said Trelawney when she saw them.

"That's not creepy at all," muttered Albus.

"You've come to sort out all the prophecies have you?" asked Trelawney.

"How did you know?" said James, a bit surprised. Trelawney merely chuckled.

"They don't call me the Deviation teacher for nothing," she said.

"Right," said Rose. "So, will you help us?"

"Oh heavens no!" said Trelawney. "My dear girl! You can't temp fate! That would put your life in jepertey as well as mine and your families too."

"Oh...."

"Please," begged Scorpius.

"I'm afraid I can't be much of help, dear boy," said Trelawney.

"But -"

"I can't help you!"

"Then, tell us where we can find someone who can!" said Albus. When she didn't say anything he turned to leave.

"Come on guys..." he said. They started down the latter but Trelawney called back to them.

"Wait," she said. "I might be able to help you after all." They turned to face her.

"Alright then," said James. They sat around a table.

"Give me the first prophecy," said Trelawney. James handed her his parchment. The four watched her as she examined it.

"You will witness great deaths," said the professor. "These will lead to a Great Prophecy. Terrible things will happen."

"W-what?" said Albus. "What sort of things?"

"You will be lost," Trelawney continued. "And then found again."

"Lost? And then found again?" said Rose. "That doesn't make any sense!"

"What's this about a 'Great Prophecy'?" asked Scorpius. Trelawney made a face as if she thought he was stupid for not knowing.

"A Great Prophecy is something big," she declared. "There will be one more minor prophecy before you may read that. "

"Only one?" said Rose hotly. Trelawney frowned at her. "You have just about as much sight as your mother!" said Trelawny.

"Excuse me?" said Rose. Trelawney frowned at her still.

"You don't have the gift, dear," she told Rose.

"I don't have to take this from a fraud!" shouted Rose.

"A fraud!" shouted Trelawney angrily. "I am no fraud! I am a seer! You are not!" Rose gathered up their things and stormed from the classroom.

"Rose!" James called after her. "Oh great... Sorry about that, Professor, er - thanks for the help..."

"Would you like to see the others?"

"Others?"

"Yes, there's six in all, counting the one that's yet to come of coarse."

"Do you have them?" Professor Trelawney got up and shuffled around in her desk for quite some time before finally coming up with a rather large book. She flopped it down in front of the remaining three boys.

"It's better she doesn't see them anyway," said Trelawny. "She's not apart of them."

"What?" asked Albus, reading the words on the page in front of them. It was extremely hard to decipher and completely unclear.

"What is this?" asked Scorpius.

"One of The Sibylines books. Take it with you but don't let it fall into the wrong hands!" The nodded, though neither understood what she was talking about.

When they had caught up to Rose the found her pressing herself against the wall as if trying not to be caught. James was about to call out to her, but just then he heard voices. It was Professor Longbottom and the headmistress.

" - and you have no idea where he's been sense then?" McGonagall was saying.

"No," said Professor Longbottom.

"I'm sure he's fine.... perhaps, just got lost at sea...so to speak. Did you check the lake? You know who his father is don't you?" Leaning now, close to the wall, peering round the corner James saw that Neville, or Professor Longbottom tilted his head in confusion.

"No," he said. "I mean - I did. I knew who he was but I didn't think to look..." his voice trailed off. McGonagall nodded. She was about to say something when Professor Jackson walked in, looking muddy and exhausted as though he had seen resent battle, but his body showed no signs of it - cuts, bruises - nothing besides his clothes, which were torn to shreds. They looked as if someone - or something - had been clawing at him, trying desperately to kill.

"Good heavens, Jackson!" McGonagall shrieked. "Where've you been? you look terrible! Into my office now before someone sees you!" He nodded and started down the corridor without saying anything. The two professors exchanged nervous looks, like they knew exactly where Jackson had been, before following him.

"Did you see that?" asked Albus anxiously.

"Yeah," said James. "Weird." He couldn't make sense of any of it. No doubt McGonagall and Longbottom had been talking about Jackson before he walked in. So, then....who was his father? Why was he so important?