The One in the Prophecy

"Actually, I'd rather use the Portkey in the Ministry of Magic's fountain," Dumbledore said, adjusting his half-moon spectacles. "Point your wand at the statue of the golden wizard in the fountain and say 'Portus,' and a Portkey will appear. But with power changing hands at the Ministry right now, it wouldn't be convenient for me to use it. They have plenty to deal with tonight."

"You mean Mr. Owen Harris?" Harry asked, licking his lips. He had a vague feeling that Dumbledore and the Harris Family were not particularly close.

"Minister Fudge was clearly losing this struggle from the moment he denied Tom's return," Dumbledore said as he led Harry swiftly toward the Headmaster's Office.

Thinking of Allen, who had been his friend since before they entered the magical world, made Harry feel even worse. What good were power and books compared with having your family alive and beside you? People called Harry the Boy Who Lived and the Savior, but he would have traded all of it to have his parents with him.

Dumbledore's seemingly all-seeing gaze made Harry look away uneasily. "Everyone wants different things. In some people's minds, certain sacrifices are worth making For the Greater Good. In fact, I've made that mistake myself."

"Harry!" Ginny had been waiting in the Headmaster's Office. The moment she saw him, she forgot about her ill-fitting robes and ran straight to him, their hem dragging across the floor. She threw her arms around him. Her sudden warmth reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley, and he awkwardly patted her back before gently freeing himself.

Ron glared at his sister, then laughed and bumped Harry's chest with his shoulder. But his best friend seemed dazed and gave no response.

Neville and Flag gathered around them and asked in delight, "Headmaster Dumbledore, does this