[ Bill watches Ron pace from his spot leaning against the door, reminded of how he himself had paced when describing all this timeline's faults to Remus. He sighs, scratching his scar idly as he waits for Ron to calm down. ]

No, he hasn't. Now, just what the implications of that are going to be, I can't say. Maybe there's no prophecy in this time. Maybe it's up to the rest of us, who've been displaced, to fix things.

[ He frowns. The outlook is certainly bleak. But they've fought Voldemort before, they can do it again. ]