Stabilizing through his friends, Harry opened his mind's eye to Tom's study. Until now, his soulmate had never pulled him into his own mind. So, he was immediately concerned. Looking up from his desk, where he seemed to coordinate an attack by placing miniature Death Eaters on blueprints of what could only be the Ministry of Magic, he demanded, "I need you in the Department of Mysteries. Rookwood had just informed me that a prophecy can only be touched by those it concerns."