"It also states 'born as the seventh month dies'; not will be born... not has been born... just born. Stop assuming that means he's about to be, as of the time the prophecy was given. For all anyone knows, the person could have been over fifty years old, for example, at the time.
"Next, 'And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...' Firstly, you're assuming that means a physical mark of some kind. At least, that's what you thought when it was believed it was Harry Potter; and that was only because of his quite visible forehead scar. Dumbledore had to go through quite the song and dance routine to have you all believe it meant something else and the Chosen One was Neville Longbottom, didn't he? Even then it could simply be your dark lord indicating someone and saying words along the lines of, 'that one is my equal'. As such, he has marked them as such. "Then there's the 'power he knows not'. It doesn't say the dark lord does not understand the power, it states he doesn't knowit. In other words, any power that Dumbledore believed it to be... Love, anyone?... it cannot be the power the dark lord knows not. That's because, until a few years ago, anything Dumbledore thought he knew about the prophecy he told Severus Snape. And anything Severus Snape knew went immediately to the dark lord. As such, within hours... days, at the most... the dark lord would know of it.
"Then you also have to consider that your dark lord also attended Hogwarts. He was Head Boy in 1945. As such, anything taught at Hogwarts cannot be this supposed power because the dark lord would already know of it. Therefore, if the Chosen One is Neville Longbottom, then... as long as he remains at Hogwarts and only learns what Hogwarts and its staff can provide him... he's never going to learn a power the 'dark lord knows not', is he? Which means, he cannot be the Chosen One; at least until he gets away from Dumbledore's clutches.
"The next one is the most hilarious of all. 'And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ...' That one is a clear nonsense if you also... as you've also seemed to have done... accepted that Neville Longbottom is the Chosen One. You all accept that the one you consider is the dark lord of your prophecy... and there's nothing in the prophecy that states he is... is the current one. You also have all accepted he is alive; just as you all accept Neville Longbottom is alive. Therefore, either Longbottom isn't the chosen one, or Volde-monkey isn't the dark lord. Pick one, because it cannot be both... if it's either of the two in the first place!
"Then the final line, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...' is nothing but a summary of the first line.
"Next, Dumbledore seems to think that the one with 'the power' will then use that supposed power to off your dark lord. There's nothing in the prophecy that states that. That is nothing, but yet another assumption on your part; and which Dumbledore firmly espouses and spruiks. Again and again and again... where's your naffing evidence?"
With a sigh and a massage of her nose bridge, she asked, "So, your birthday?"
"Is irrelevant," he replied. "How about you tell me yours and I'll see how it could be you who is the Chosen One?
"More than thirty different calendars, remember? As for 'thrice defied him', that doesn't just mean fight; it can also mean refuse. And it doesn't mean to your dark lord's face, either; it could simply mean to his propaganda. Care to find out if you meet the conditions of being the so-called Chosen One?"
Slumping in defeat, Bones gave a pained sigh before looking back at him.
"The only person who originally began stating the Chosen One was Neville Longbottom is Dumbledore," he continued. "And you folks all accepted it without once... once... getting from the old man any proof as to his claims.
"You were all so happy it wouldn't be you... that you could palm it off on someone else... you simply accepted his bullshit as divine fact. Shame on you.
"I magically spanked Neville Longbottom's arse the other day to prove to you all that Longbottom cannot possibly be your alleged Chosen One. Now you're running about trying to learn other people's birthdays to see if it could be them, instead. "I'm not going to share with you mine because, as I said, it's irrelevant. Having already researched it I can tell you there are approximately fifty-seven days out of three hundred and sixty-six it can be. And those dates change depending on which yearyou're also referring to, because they relate to the cycles of the moon.
When you do what Dumbledore did and take a day earlier - Neville Longbottom was born on the thirtieth while Harry Potter was born on the thirty-first - then the number doubles. That's one hundred and fourteen days out of three hundred and sixty six. That's a little under one third of the entire year."
He laughed at her resultant expression. "Now knowing my personal particulars are not yours to know, is there anything else I can help you with?"
She then tried to get other information such as; Was he was seeing anyone? - "Yes, who that is is a personal particular and none of your business" - Where was he staying? - personal particular - Why can't owls find him? "Consider it, 'Family magics'" - Was he going to take his Seat on the Wizengamot? - "Yes, but I don't know when" - and others. In the end she got very little and nothing of his 'identifiable' particulars other than his name; at least she thought she had that.
After they'd talked a bit more he said, "Well, I must be getting back. I have people who worry about me."
"And, who are you staying with?" asked Bones, as Harry started to rise.
As he reached his full height, he smiled and replied, "With new friends."
The very slight frown he got back meant that was something else she really wanted to know.
"Well, then; would you mind doing something for me?" she asked. "That depends entirely on what that 'something' is," he replied.
She gave a single nod back and replied, "If I offer you an emergency portkey, would you carry it on your person?"
"Not without a whole heap of assurances from you, I won't," he returned.
Again frowning a little in frustration, she asked, "What sort of assurances?"
"That what portkey you want me to carry is only a portkey, there are no tracking charms or the like on it; that said portkey cannotbe activated by anyone else simply by, for example, calling an activation phrase to me; that the portkey is not a timed portkey; that you inform me first where the portkey will take me upon activation; that sort of thing."
As he spoke and listed his conditions out, she nodded along. "Wise, I think," she then said. "Very well..."
Then she pulled out a small medallion out of a desk drawer and offered it to him.
He didn't reach for it. "Your assurances first, please, Minister Bones."
"You have them," she firmly stated.
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