Author's Note: Hi! I'm sorry it took this long! I had a crazy week with midterms! So, I'm going to stop wasting your time and get straight to the story! This is where the story starts~ I'm thinking about changing my book title because it doesn't fit what I have in mind for the story. I've also decided to take down the first chapter, because it was only a peek of what I intended to do with the book~ :)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and any other character you know in this story belongs to JK Rowling! I only own the OC characters~
"More ashes shall fall
The dark has been freed of it confines.
Again a powerful couple unites!
Toujours pur! Sanctimonia Vincet Semper !
Let the dark roam once more! What could stop it?
Though powerful, yet of two sideS of the coin at birth.
Fear not, for the unlikely ones shall bring forth one of true purity.
The impossible relation shall blossom into something more.
Oh, though failed once, shall succeed, bringing salvation.
The new age, new beginning shall be brought.
Yet an acceptance is what we still seek for the light to seep back in.
"Albus!" McGonal frowned at the headmaster, "this is outrageous! You can't possibly be taking her words into consideration!"
The old man chuckled and turned to look at the room's other occupant, "Severus, what do you think?"
The mentioned dark haired man sneered, looking indifferently at the headmaster, "I think you'd be completely insane to even be considering anything Trelawaeny has sprouted."
"Toujurs pur." Dumbledore carefully spoke out the phrase, as if pondering each word carefully, "that is the Black family motto, is it not?" He looked up at Snape. Who nodded with a frown. Dumbledore continued,"If I understand correctly, there is no current heir to the black family. Their noble house is currently under Harry's care, correct?"
"Yes," Snape replied to Dumbledore, his frown still deeply carved onto his face, "Sirius and Regulus were the last living Black male heirs. Though the blood line continued on through Draco and Teddy, but Andromeda was blasted off the family tree. So I guess, if we have to come down to the only heir, it would be Draco."
"Honestly, Albus," McGonagall frowned again, "what that woman has spouted has always been a far stretch from the truth."
Dumbledore sighed and walked towards the window. After a moment of silence, he spoke up, "it was a prophecy that was not taken seriously at the start too."
He turned back to face the two professors, "Two more prophecy was received at the mystery department in the past month, telling similar things."
"What exactly was the prophecy talking about?"Snape asked, his interest has perked up.
"That is what I am trying to understand as well." Dumbledore said, "a powerful couple. What powerful couple had the wizarding world seen?"
McGongall pressed her lips together, deep in thought before her eyes widened, "The Malfoy Black wedding! Two of the oldest and purest families coming together as one."
Snape nodded, Lucius and Narcissa, both from noble houses. The joining of two strong families. Not to mention, Lucius and Narcissa were both outstanding in their own in Hogwarts. Lucius with his outstanding potions skills and Narcissa with her impressive Charms and Transfiguration abilities. It was quite the news back then.
However-
"the Potters."Snape spoke up wincing a little, "the Potters breaking the pureblood tradition. Lily and James were quite the news back then."
"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded and continued, "someone we would deem unlikely to become a pair."
"And a powerful witch at that too."McGonagall had just spoken out those words before she froze. She turned to look at her wise colleague, "it can't be."
"The coming together of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, two of the opposite side of the war, and both of different birth." Dumbledore nodded as he sneaked a glance at Snape, "a similar relation that had failed once, but is determined to succeed this time."
"No." McGonall stated, "I will not let you play such… such ridiculous matchmaking to our students!"
Dumbledore nodded, "I am not planning to. If the prophecy were true, it be acting of its own will, we shall see prove."
He held up an envelope with the minister's stamp mocking at them, as if the future they were so reluctant to see had been sealed for them.
"Whatever evil that would be coming for us, we shall hope that this prophecy shall truly save us."
~Train to Hogwarts~
Draco stared out the window of the train, lost in thought. The war had ended, his father had been imprisoned and to be released few months later. To say the death eaters were furious about his defect was an understatement. They were all livid when they discovered what he had done when the light won at the end. He wasn't sorry for sending his father to prison. However, he was confused and lost. His belief, everything that he was taught ever since he was born had been overturned. Looking back at how much his young self admired his father's way sickened him to no end. He can't believe it took him this long to realize it.
The compartment door to his booth slammed open and in walked Blaise with a goofy smile on his face.
The Italian had a dazed look in his eyes.
"You know, you look like you were just out of a make out session." Draco huffed at his best friend, who sat down across from him, still not bothering to wipe the smile off his face.
"Who said I wasn't?" Blaise beamed.
Draco's face lit up in curiosity. He knew his friend had been seeing someone towards the end of the war.
He didn't think he was that serious about the girl, assuming he had returned from snogging the same girl.
"I can't believe it had taken me 5 bloody years to work up my courage to ask her out." Blaise chuckled dreamily, "I should have been doing this much earlier."
Draco scrunched up his face in disgust, "I rather you not. It's discerning watching you become a sappy fool for two weeks. I'm already not sure how I managed to live past it." He propped his arm up on the window, "so, you gonna tell me who it is now?"
This seemed to knock Blaise back into reality. The dark haired Slytherin frowned, "I don't know how her friends would cope with this. She doesn't have a lot of friends to start with. I don't want her to loose the ones she has now because she's dating a vile death eater."
"You aren't one." Draco frowned at his friend, "I was the only one branded like an animal, remember?"
"Just being in the Slytherin house kind of means the same thing to them, don't you think?" Blaised chuckled dryly.
They both stared out the window silently, allowing the deadly silence to accompany them for the rest of the ride.
~Great Hall~
The Great Hall was filled with energy and laughter. Hermione looked around for the ones from her class that had returned for their eight year. Everyone had been forced to mature so quickly due to the war. It was nice to see everyone to be able to relax and lay back. "I can't believe we are all back here after all that went down." Seamus grinned at his friends.
Not everyone had returned, but quite a number of Gryffindors had.
"Oi! Break it up you two!" Everyone turned to see Ron frowning at his sister and Harry. "Just because I accepted you two being back together doesn't mean I allow this...this… PDA to play out in front of me!" The red haired girl rolled her eyes at her brother, "then don't look!"
Hermione had shared a kiss with Ron at the end of the war, but after everything had settled, she found out that the whole relation felt wrong. It wasn't what she dreamt it would be, they had ended things then with no animosity on both sides. Though Molly had been extremely disappointed, they assured her it would be for the best.
Before Ron could retort back to Ginny, they were interrupted by Dumbledore's voice.
"Welcome!" Dumbledore smiled as he looked into the crowd of students that had returned.
"I'm glad to see so many of you to return to Hogwarts this year. However, let's take a moment in silence for all those that were lost to us due to the war last year."
Everyone fell into silence before Dumbledore spoke up again.
"Let us also take this moment to cherish all those beside you and do not allow the hatred cloud our eyes. This year, let us work together on banishing all the stereotypes and work on interhouse unity. For now, let the sorting ceremony begin." Dumbledore announced and the sorting hat began his song.
Soon, the first years had been sorted and Dumbledore took the platform again. "We have a special program for the eight and seventh year this year."
Hermione turned to look at Dumbledore in confusion. 'Special program?' She has gone through every course they were to take this year, none had a special program.
"Due to the concerned drop in wizarding population." Dumbledor continued, "the minister himself has assigned the seventh and eight years to take part in the marriage program." Chaos erupted from the forced participants.
Hermione turned to look at Dumbledore in confusion. 'Special program?'
She has gone through every course they were to take this year, none had stated a special program.
"Due to the concerned drop in wizarding population." Dumbledor continued, "the minister himself has assigned the seventh and eight years to take part in the marriage program."
Chaos erupted from the forced participants.
I know it's pretty cliche so far, but I've got some twists further into the story~ I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to PM me your thoughts, advices and critics!