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Chapter One
"AHHHHH! NOOOO!"
Harry Potter awoke, in a cold sweat, from one of his numerous nightmares. His scar was burning something fierce and it only did that when danger was near. In this nightmare, he was completely surrounded by black; everywhere he turned there was nothing. Then he heard his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, calling for him and he began to search for her. When her voice cut off in the middle of his name, he began to panic. When he finally found her, she was lying on her side, dead, and Voldemort was standing over her lifeless body.
He got up, got out his invisibility cloak, and snuck into the fifth-year girls' dorm. He walked up to Hermione's bed, dropped the invisibility cloak, and looked down at her small form curled up in her bed. His love, Hermione, was just sound asleep in her bed and there was no sign of Lord Voldemort. Harry sighed in relief and gently kissed her forehead before taking her into his arms. Hermione stirred at the movement and slowly opened her eyes. When her cinnamon eyes met with Harry's intense green ones, she became worried at the look in them.
Hermione had never before seen Harry so terrified and it alarmed her. The way he was holding her was if he was desperately clinging to her. Holding her as if convinced she would disappear in front of him. Harry was gripping her protectively, but not hard enough to hurt her. Hermione saw the concerned look in her love's eyes and gently kissed his cheek before curling against him and falling asleep once again. Harry sighed gently, convinced it was just a stupid nightmare, and put Hermione down.
Hermione shivered from missing his warmth, so he covered her with her blankets. He put his cloak back on and went back to his bed and back to sleep. When he awoke and went down to the common room, Hermione was not there. Harry panicked for a second before realizing that Hermione had probably gotten up before he had awoken and went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. His theory was proven true when he arrived at the Great Hall, saw her there at her usual place, and sat next to her.
"What was that about last night?" Hermione asked him as he sat down, concern written on her face.
"I had a nightmare that Voldemort had killed you," Harry explained, "It was so vivid that I had to go make sure you were alright before I could try and sleep again."
Hermione gave Harry a half hug from the side and Harry kissed her cheek response. Ron rolled his eyes at the display and Lavender giggled.
"Hey Harry," Lavender began after Harry had started eating his breakfast, "Hermione wasn't the only awoken by your nighttime visit."
Harry's face drained of color. "Who else?"
"Oh just me, Pavarti, the entire fourth-year girls' dorm, Alicia, Fred, George-" Lavender said as she ticked them off her fingers.
"Okay, okay," Harry hissed at her desperately, interrupting her, "I get the picture."
Lavender giggled at the bright red that Hermione turned.
"Hey Harry," Ron Weasley, Harry's other best friend since first-year besides Hermione, stated a few minutes later, "Why'd you-"
* CLUNK! CRASH! SLAM! THUD! *
Half the Great Hall jumped and turned to look at the Gryffindor table. All they saw was Harry Potter lying on the floor, on his side, out cold. Hermione and Ron were trying desperately to stop the blood flow from Harry's head. All the while the Gryffindor table looked on, fear on their faces. Two very angry redheads, the twins Fred and George Weasley-Ron's older brothers, were firing curses at Draco Malfoy, who was being protected by two of his fellow Slytherins, a.k.a. his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle.
The clunk had been Harry's goblet hitting the table. The crash was his chair hitting the floor as he went backwards. The slam had been Harry's head against the Ravenclaw table, which was next to the Gryffindor table. Lastly, the thud was Harry's body hitting the floor. The whole hall, minus the Slytherin table, was cheering the twins on. Fred was about to give Draco a makeover into a Jackass and George was going to turn his blue, when a voice rang out across the Great Hall.
"SILENCE!"
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, stared down at them from the High Table. He stared at Draco from down his spectacles. He looked over at blood covered Hermione and Ron, and the still unconscious and badly bleeding Harry. He walked over to Harry, waved his hand, and watched calmly as the young wizard disappeared from sight and from Hermione's arms.
"Where did you send Harry to?!" Hermione asked him frantically.
"Where else, child, but the infirmary."
As swift as a hurricane, Dumbledore changed emotions and turned on Draco.
"What did you do to him?" he asked the Slytherin boy with a coldness in his voice.
"I only used a simple curse on him," Draco replied, boasting, though it was a simple curse, "It was just a simple knockout curse. Who knew Potter was such a wimp."
Dumbledore had a feeling that Draco was lying to him, but didn't press it any further. Instead he turned to the two bloodstained students.
"You two can ease your minds and go see Harry now. I will send someone with clean robes to the infirmary. You are allowed to miss today's first class, but that is all."
"Thank you sir," Hermione stated calmly before bolting out of the room with Ron close on her heels.
The whole of the Great Hall was quiet, as everyone was awaiting Draco's sentence. Draco suddenly stood up with a smug look on his face.
"Good riddance to Potter. Although I did have it poured in the little Mudblood's goblet. 'Oh help me, it's the dreaded Dragon's Breath Poison!' What a laugh!" Draco stated in a girlish voice, making fun of Harry, but no one was laughing, as all were too busy staring at Dumbledore, who had gone white as a sheet.
Dragon's Breath Poison was the one thing that any wizard or witch feared more that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A poison so potently deadly that it literally cooks the victim alive from the inside out. First signs of it is usually profuse sweating from the excessive heat. The symptoms vary so badly that the next thing you know their blood is boiling in their veins and then, in a snap, they're dead. Albus apparated right out of the Great Hall and into the Infirmary room, scaring all the occupants, save Harry, who was still unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~
Madame Promfrey let out a scream as Dumbledore appeared before her without warning.
"Draco confessed to using Dragon's Breath Poison on Harry and he meant it for Miss Granger."
"Surely you are joking Albus!" Madame Promfrey replied, color draining from her face, "How could a student get a hold of the ingredients for it."
"Severus," Dumbledore replied, eyes narrowing, "Draco must have stolen the ingredients right from under Severus's nose."
Hermione's cry jerked the two from their conversation. Harry was muttering under his breath, struggling, and he was sweating horribly.
"What is he saying?" Ron asked as he helped hold Harry down.
"Sonorous," Hermione spoke.
"Blood of a Dragon, heart of a Lion, eyes of an Eagle, mind of a Griffin, and loyalty of a wolf. Evil is coming-evil is near. Run while you can-take only fear."
Albus Dumbledore stopped dead in his tracks as he realized what Harry was saying.
"Quietus."
Madame Promfrey turned to Dumbledore, "What is that about Albus?"
"I'm not sure Minerva," Dumbledore replied, "I'm not entirely sure, but I think it includes Miss Granger."
Dumbledore exited the room and went to his office. There sat the pool of memories that Dumbledore kept in his cupboard. Dumbledore reached out and searched for a certain memory before peering into the silvery depths very deeply.
* Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~ *
James Potter looked up at Dumbledore.
"Surely you jest Albus."
"No, I'm afraid not James."
"Harry will not become that!"
"He will have the blood of a Dragon, James. He will have the heart of a Lion, the eyes of an Eagle, the mind of a Griffin, and the loyalty of a wolf. He will become the most powerful wizard this world has seen since Merlin."
"My son will not become what you say!"
"James, an evil lurks around the corners of our world that makes Voldemort weak compared to it. Harry will become the sole protector of this establishment and of the world. Harry, however will need his love and soul mate to overcome the darkness that is coming."
"He will not fight!"
"You cannot decide for him James!"
"No, but I can sure as hell try!"
* End Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~ *
Dumbledore sighed as he sat back in his chair and absently stroked his beard. The prophecy written on Harry's sixth month was coming true.
Chapter One
"AHHHHH! NOOOO!"
Harry Potter awoke, in a cold sweat, from one of his numerous nightmares. His scar was burning something fierce and it only did that when danger was near. In this nightmare, he was completely surrounded by black; everywhere he turned there was nothing. Then he heard his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, calling for him and he began to search for her. When her voice cut off in the middle of his name, he began to panic. When he finally found her, she was lying on her side, dead, and Voldemort was standing over her lifeless body.
He got up, got out his invisibility cloak, and snuck into the fifth-year girls' dorm. He walked up to Hermione's bed, dropped the invisibility cloak, and looked down at her small form curled up in her bed. His love, Hermione, was just sound asleep in her bed and there was no sign of Lord Voldemort. Harry sighed in relief and gently kissed her forehead before taking her into his arms. Hermione stirred at the movement and slowly opened her eyes. When her cinnamon eyes met with Harry's intense green ones, she became worried at the look in them.
Hermione had never before seen Harry so terrified and it alarmed her. The way he was holding her was if he was desperately clinging to her. Holding her as if convinced she would disappear in front of him. Harry was gripping her protectively, but not hard enough to hurt her. Hermione saw the concerned look in her love's eyes and gently kissed his cheek before curling against him and falling asleep once again. Harry sighed gently, convinced it was just a stupid nightmare, and put Hermione down.
Hermione shivered from missing his warmth, so he covered her with her blankets. He put his cloak back on and went back to his bed and back to sleep. When he awoke and went down to the common room, Hermione was not there. Harry panicked for a second before realizing that Hermione had probably gotten up before he had awoken and went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. His theory was proven true when he arrived at the Great Hall, saw her there at her usual place, and sat next to her.
"What was that about last night?" Hermione asked him as he sat down, concern written on her face.
"I had a nightmare that Voldemort had killed you," Harry explained, "It was so vivid that I had to go make sure you were alright before I could try and sleep again."
Hermione gave Harry a half hug from the side and Harry kissed her cheek response. Ron rolled his eyes at the display and Lavender giggled.
"Hey Harry," Lavender began after Harry had started eating his breakfast, "Hermione wasn't the only awoken by your nighttime visit."
Harry's face drained of color. "Who else?"
"Oh just me, Pavarti, the entire fourth-year girls' dorm, Alicia, Fred, George-" Lavender said as she ticked them off her fingers.
"Okay, okay," Harry hissed at her desperately, interrupting her, "I get the picture."
Lavender giggled at the bright red that Hermione turned.
"Hey Harry," Ron Weasley, Harry's other best friend since first-year besides Hermione, stated a few minutes later, "Why'd you-"
* CLUNK! CRASH! SLAM! THUD! *
Half the Great Hall jumped and turned to look at the Gryffindor table. All they saw was Harry Potter lying on the floor, on his side, out cold. Hermione and Ron were trying desperately to stop the blood flow from Harry's head. All the while the Gryffindor table looked on, fear on their faces. Two very angry redheads, the twins Fred and George Weasley-Ron's older brothers, were firing curses at Draco Malfoy, who was being protected by two of his fellow Slytherins, a.k.a. his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle.
The clunk had been Harry's goblet hitting the table. The crash was his chair hitting the floor as he went backwards. The slam had been Harry's head against the Ravenclaw table, which was next to the Gryffindor table. Lastly, the thud was Harry's body hitting the floor. The whole hall, minus the Slytherin table, was cheering the twins on. Fred was about to give Draco a makeover into a Jackass and George was going to turn his blue, when a voice rang out across the Great Hall.
"SILENCE!"
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, stared down at them from the High Table. He stared at Draco from down his spectacles. He looked over at blood covered Hermione and Ron, and the still unconscious and badly bleeding Harry. He walked over to Harry, waved his hand, and watched calmly as the young wizard disappeared from sight and from Hermione's arms.
"Where did you send Harry to?!" Hermione asked him frantically.
"Where else, child, but the infirmary."
As swift as a hurricane, Dumbledore changed emotions and turned on Draco.
"What did you do to him?" he asked the Slytherin boy with a coldness in his voice.
"I only used a simple curse on him," Draco replied, boasting, though it was a simple curse, "It was just a simple knockout curse. Who knew Potter was such a wimp."
Dumbledore had a feeling that Draco was lying to him, but didn't press it any further. Instead he turned to the two bloodstained students.
"You two can ease your minds and go see Harry now. I will send someone with clean robes to the infirmary. You are allowed to miss today's first class, but that is all."
"Thank you sir," Hermione stated calmly before bolting out of the room with Ron close on her heels.
The whole of the Great Hall was quiet, as everyone was awaiting Draco's sentence. Draco suddenly stood up with a smug look on his face.
"Good riddance to Potter. Although I did have it poured in the little Mudblood's goblet. 'Oh help me, it's the dreaded Dragon's Breath Poison!' What a laugh!" Draco stated in a girlish voice, making fun of Harry, but no one was laughing, as all were too busy staring at Dumbledore, who had gone white as a sheet.
Dragon's Breath Poison was the one thing that any wizard or witch feared more that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A poison so potently deadly that it literally cooks the victim alive from the inside out. First signs of it is usually profuse sweating from the excessive heat. The symptoms vary so badly that the next thing you know their blood is boiling in their veins and then, in a snap, they're dead. Albus apparated right out of the Great Hall and into the Infirmary room, scaring all the occupants, save Harry, who was still unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~
Madame Promfrey let out a scream as Dumbledore appeared before her without warning.
"Draco confessed to using Dragon's Breath Poison on Harry and he meant it for Miss Granger."
"Surely you are joking Albus!" Madame Promfrey replied, color draining from her face, "How could a student get a hold of the ingredients for it."
"Severus," Dumbledore replied, eyes narrowing, "Draco must have stolen the ingredients right from under Severus's nose."
Hermione's cry jerked the two from their conversation. Harry was muttering under his breath, struggling, and he was sweating horribly.
"What is he saying?" Ron asked as he helped hold Harry down.
"Sonorous," Hermione spoke.
"Blood of a Dragon, heart of a Lion, eyes of an Eagle, mind of a Griffin, and loyalty of a wolf. Evil is coming-evil is near. Run while you can-take only fear."
Albus Dumbledore stopped dead in his tracks as he realized what Harry was saying.
"Quietus."
Madame Promfrey turned to Dumbledore, "What is that about Albus?"
"I'm not sure Minerva," Dumbledore replied, "I'm not entirely sure, but I think it includes Miss Granger."
Dumbledore exited the room and went to his office. There sat the pool of memories that Dumbledore kept in his cupboard. Dumbledore reached out and searched for a certain memory before peering into the silvery depths very deeply.
* Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~ *
James Potter looked up at Dumbledore.
"Surely you jest Albus."
"No, I'm afraid not James."
"Harry will not become that!"
"He will have the blood of a Dragon, James. He will have the heart of a Lion, the eyes of an Eagle, the mind of a Griffin, and the loyalty of a wolf. He will become the most powerful wizard this world has seen since Merlin."
"My son will not become what you say!"
"James, an evil lurks around the corners of our world that makes Voldemort weak compared to it. Harry will become the sole protector of this establishment and of the world. Harry, however will need his love and soul mate to overcome the darkness that is coming."
"He will not fight!"
"You cannot decide for him James!"
"No, but I can sure as hell try!"
* End Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~ *
Dumbledore sighed as he sat back in his chair and absently stroked his beard. The prophecy written on Harry's sixth month was coming true.
