It also meant sending Dumbledore after the ring was now a high priority. And that brought them to the subject Harry wanted to speak about with the man. He was about to raise it when Croaker beat him to it.
"Madam Bones has informed me you wish to visit the Hall of Prophecies to hear a prophecy you believe is about you and Riddle," said Croaker.
"I do," replied Harry with a slow nod.
"Do you know what it contains?" asked the Unspeakable.
Harry hesitated a moment, unsure of how much to tell the Unspeakable, when he decided not to lie - or even misdirect – about it. "Yes. Dumbledore has a copy of it in his pensieve. He was present when the prophecy was originally given."
"Do you remember what it says?" asked Croaker.
"Vividly," replied Harry. "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."
Harry then sat back with a sigh. "If you know what it says," said Croaker. "Why do you want to go and listen to the one in the Hall of Prophecies?"
"To confirm two things," he replied. "First, that the prophecy in Dumbledore's pensieve is real, and not one he faked up for my benefit; and, second, to see if the sphere still glows white, rather than dull grey."
"Ah! Of course," muttered Croaker. "That way, you know the prophecy wasn't completed in Godric's Hollow Halloween, 1981."
Harry simply nodded back.
When Croaker left a short while later, with the excuse he had much to think about and do, the three immediately began checking the entire apartment for monitoring and listening devices.
Once they were satisfied there were none that is, that they could find - Daphne said, "We need to send Dumbledore after the ring now."
"I know," sighed Harry.
"You shouldn't have told him you believed there were other containers," she said.
"No, I had to," he disagreed. "I need him to accept that Riddle is still out there. If he thought there was only one, he might have thought I'd destroyed Riddle for good with the diary."
A quick glance at his watch and Harry sat up straight. "Oh, damn," he muttered. "We're missing dinner." "Dobby!" called Daphne.
With a small pop the little elf appeared. "Yes, Mistress?" he asked.
"Can you organise a dinner in here for us, please?" she asked. "We seem to be running late for dinner in the Great Hall."
"Yes, Ma'am. Dobby can be doing that." And the little elf popped away again.
A few minutes later, they had a lovely layout of a dinner for three at the round dining table Dobby usually organised for them. They spent quite a bit of time discussing Croaker's visit.
The next morning the bondmates were resolved to enact their plan to send Dumbledore after the ring as soon as the opportunity presented itself. And that happened two days later.
They were coming down the stairs to the Entrance Hall to head for dinner when they spied Dumbledore talking to someone. Later, they learned the person was the parent of a Gryffindor student who had received a minor injury during a 'mishap' in potions.
"We'll do it now," Harry muttered to his wives.
As they were about to pass, Harry said, "No, it's definitely a triangle, a circle and vertical line. It's not a rune I can recognise, nor does it look similar to one."
"A triangle in a circle with a line through it?" asked Hermione. "No, a circle inside a triangle with a vertical line through it," he corrected.
They'd just passed the Headmaster, and the parent he'd been talking to, when Dumbledore called out and hurried over, "Errr... Mister Potter?"
Harry and his wives turned to the Headmaster. The parent was walking out the main doors.
With a cold look, at the old man, Harry asked, "Yes, Headmaster?"
"That... symbol you were describing... If I may ask, where did you learn of it?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry stared back for a pretending to think about it.
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minutes Hermione, as planned said, "Tell him, Harry. He might be able to help."
Harry looked to Hermione for a few moments as Daphne said, "As much as I hate to agree on this point, she's right."
As Hermione offered him encouragement, he turned to look at Daphne. "You're sure?" he asked her.
"Yes," she firmly said.
With a sigh, Harry turned to look back at Dumbledore. The man was visibly eager to hear what Harry had to say.
"I keep having this dream. It's the same dream over and over again. It's of a ring with this big ugly clunky stone on it. Carved onto the ring's stone is this... symbol. It's a circle within a triangle. Bisecting the triangle, and circle, is a vertical line.
"The next thing I see is an old shack in the woods. I know it has something to do with the ring, but I don't know why. Nailed to the door of the shack is a dead snake in a... flat 'S' shape. Standing just outside and away from the door a bit, is a quite ugly man. He looks angry. When I look at him, I think about how gaunt he looks, though he's not, really. If anything he's a bit... chunky. That's all I know."
Harry nearly burst out laughing, when he saw the expression on Dumbledore's face the old man tried to mask.
"Headmaster?" he asked. "Do you know what it means?"
Giving himself a bit of a shake the old man readopted his grandfatherly mien and said, "I shall spend some time thinking about it, Mister Potter. Does... your scar hurt when you have these visions?"
"It's not a vision, Headmaster," Harry irritably replied; something he didn't have to act. "It's a dream. I have them while I sleep. It just happens to be one I'm aware of when I wake up."
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