Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not speak.
"I still don't understand."
"Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a child because of a prophecy made shortly before your birth. He knew the prophecy had been made, though he did not know its full contents. He set out-"
"What is the prophecy?" Harry interrupted. Dumbledore blinked.
Harry frowned, and leaned back in his chair. "Well, you obviously know the prophecy. I can tell by the look on your face. So, instead of spending what's basically the equivalent of a whole chapter waxing poetic about it, just tell me."
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Very well, Harry. I will tell you the prophecy. But be warned. Your life may never be that same after hearing-"
"Cut to the chase, and tell me."
"And stop saying 'very well'. It's honestly getting annoying."
"Fine!" Dumbledore rose to his feet. "Here is the prophecy. One shall live," he pointed to the ceiling. "and the other shall die." He pointed to the ground.
A moment passed.
"No, seriously," Harry said. "Tell me the prophecy."
"One shall live and the other shall die!" Dumbledore cheered, pointing at the ceiling and ground in turn.
"Right, I'm going to give you a moment to calm down," Harry decided, turning away. "because the stress has obviously got to you. And then, you're going to tell me the prophecy."
"Fair enough," Dumbledore nodded.
A minute later, Harry turned around again. "Ready?"
Dumbledore paused dramatically. Then... "One shall live, and the other shall die!"
"Seriously?" Harry demanded. "That's the entire prophecy? That could mean anyone!"
"One shall live and the other shall die!"
"Yes, I got that, thanks. Out of all the people Voldemort could have picked, why me?"
"Uno vivirá, y el otro morirá," Dumbledore added, rather wisely.
Harry turned around sharply. "What was that?"
"It's Spanish," the elderly Headmaster explained.
"But what does it mean?"
"Well, roughly translated..." Dumbledore paused. "ONE SHALL LIVE AND THE OTHER SHALL DIE!"
Harry slapped his forehead in exasperation. "Look, if you're not going to give me a straight answer, I'll just leave!"
Dumbledore considered, sitting back down. "All right, I'll tell you the actual prophecy. Sherbert lemon?" he offered.
"No. Just tell me the bloody prophecy already."
Dumbledore raised his arms, as if about to invoke some ancient ritual. "ONE SHALL," he began to thunder slowly, before quickly switching back to his normal tone. "live and the other shall die!"
Harry stormed out of the room.
"One shall live and the other shall die!" Dumbledore called after him.
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