Text 3: Sybill Trelawney
Order of the Phoenix, p. 741
Dumbledore got to his feet and walked past Harry to the black cabinet that stood beside Fawkes's perch. He bent down, slid back a catch and took from inside it the shallow stone basin, carved with runes around the edges, in which Harry had seen his father tormenting Snape. Dumbledore walked back to the desk, placed the Pensieve upon it, and raised his wand to his own temple. From it, he withdrew silvery, gossamer-fine strands of thought clinging to the wand and deposited them into the basin. He sat back down behind his desk and watched his thoughts swirl and drift inside the Pensieve for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he raised his wand and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
A figure rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet in the basin. But when Sybill Trelawney spoke, it was not in her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in the harsh, hoarse tones Harry had heard her use once before:
'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 shall mark him as his 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
The slowly revolving Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished.
The silence within the office was absolute. Neither Dumbledore, nor Harry nor any of the portraits made a sound. Even Fawkes had fallen silent.
'Professor Dumbledore,' Harry said very quietly, for Dumbledore, still staring at the Pensieve, seemed completely lost in thought. 'It
did that mean
what did that mean?'