"Listen, guys, I'm holding this meeting because the Daily Prophet is a sensationalist tabloid rather than a serious newspaper. I wanted to tell you what actually happened the week before last so that you can all make informed decisions on what you want to believe and where to go from here." He then gestured towards a plethora of bean-chairs that had popped up. Once everyone was settled, he caressed Blaise's neck, who had flattened out his own seat and now lay stretched out before him. The demon had been particularly needy these last few days, their impending separation causing anxiety. The others were huddled together in pairs, seemingly taking comfort from each other. "It's true that there was a Death Eater attack on the Department of Mysteries. And yes, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Neville, and I were there to prevent them from stealing something. You all knew the trite about me being the "Saviour', the "Boy-Who-Lived" who beat the Dark Lord when I was merely a year old. That I am "fated" to defeat him. The truth is, there was a prophecy. One made by our very own Sybill Trelawny some fifteen years ago."