heard the door close and looked up. Dumbledore was still there. 

"Why so miserable, Harry?" he said quietly. "You should be very proud of yourself after last night." 

"It didn't make any difference," said Harry bitterly. "Pettigrew got away." 

"Didn't make any difference?" said Dumbledore quietly, "It made all the difference in the world, Harry. You helped uncover the truth. You saved an innocent man from a terrible fate."

 Terrible. Something stirred in Harry's memory. Greater and more terrible than ever before... Professor Trelawney's prediction! 

"Professor Dumbledore -- yesterday, when I was having my Divination exam, Professor Trelawney went very -- very strange."

 "Indeed?" said Dumbledore. "Er -- stranger than usual, you mean?" 

"Yes... her voice went all deep and her eyes rolled and she said ... she said Voldemort's servant was going to set out to return to him before midnight.... She said the servant would help him come back to power." Harry stared up at Dumbledore. "And then she sort of became normal again, and she couldn't remember anything she'd said. Was it -- was she making a real prediction?"

 Dumbledore looked mildly impressed. 

"Do you know, Harry, I think she might have been." he said thoughtfully. "Who'd have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raise...." 

"But --" Harry looked at him, aghast. How could Dumbledore take this so calmly?

"But -- I stopped Sirius and Professor Lupin from killing Pettigrew! That makes it my fault if Voldemort comes back!" 

"It does not," said Dumbledore quietly. "Hasn't your experience with the