The Acts of Impending Life? Or Doom?
Prologue:
Salazar Slytherin woke up with a start, panting. His eyes held pure shock, pure wonder and also pure confusion. He ran through the memories of the vision he had when he was still in bed. He asked himself, "What does this mean? When will it happen? Where will it happen? How can it happen?"
After giving much thought, he decided to ask help from his other mates. Maybe they know something about it. He threw on his robe and walked out of his private chamber.
When he reached the meeting room, he turned the doorknob and went in. As he closed the door, he wasn't surprised to see that Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff were sitting there with looks of shock and tiredness. Well, maybe Helga was sniffing a few times he noticed.
Godric Gryffindor looked up from his hands and motioned to Salazar to sit down. Salazar followed and sat down on a plush comfort chair beside Rowena Ravenclaw.
"So, anyone knows what's happening?" asked Godric. He then bit his lip in thought.
"It seems to me that everyone got a piece of news to share," Salazar answered, looking around the whole room. "Why not we speak it out to get it off our system?"
"Sure," agreed Rowena.
"I'll go first," Salazar said. "I had a vision prophecy. There was this forest in front of me, lit by only the pale moonlight hanging desperately in the sky. I walked towards it and soon, I came towards a clearing. There stood a centaur and a snake. I looked at them curiously, then suddenly they spoke, each saying a verse of the prophecy." Salazar stopped. He took in a deep breath and continued,
"One born in the dark, One born in the light, Two born in between the two.
Four must cooperate, Four must stand strong, Four must save the world.
The dark one bonds with one of the between, The light one bonds with the other, Both pairs got to have one aim, one focus, for their powers to be released.
The world's greatest evil forces will be unleashed, If any walks in the footsteps for another But the four joined powers will chase doom away.
If not fulfilled, the world will awaits its disaster A disaster too cruel to be true."
Helga let out a gasp filled with shock and fear. "Oh Merlin, help us!"
Rowena looked at Salazar curiously and said calmly, "I think your prophecy leads to my vision. I saw 4 people reigning over the earth in victory. Peace was all over the world. People were rejoicing in freedom and you can feel the joy in the people's hearts too. As I stood there, I felt something. Something that feels good and powerful. I wonder what that is."
Godric stared at Rowena, then he said, "I think the feeling is love Rowena. Love is something very powerful. Love can make you to do anything to hold on to that particular something. Moreover, Salazar's prophecy said 'the dark one bonds with one of the between, the light one bonds with the other'. The word 'bonds' means love or marriage."
Helga turned abruptly to face the other three. "There was this vision I had. I think it is the result of the world if the four did not cooperate with each other. Oh, it was horrible. Darkness looms over the world, evil laughter was cackling all over it. People in chains, people with blood all over their body. Wizards in hoods keep on torturing the poor people. Blood, corpses and rotting stench was all over. It's been terrifying. Even buildings were cracked and tumbling, killing thousands. This cannot happen, must not happen."
"Whose descendants is them?" asked Rowena.
"Ours. The four of us," answered Godric silently. His face set in a grim line.
"Godric, do we have a chance in choosing who will be the four?" asked Salazar.
Godric closed his eyes for a moment, thinking deeply. Then he suddenly opened up his eyes, which was now filled with hope and joy, "Yes! We can! We can choose it!"
Everyone's eyes were feeling refreshed once more. "How?" asked Rowena. "Oh, and by the way Godric, how do you know of all these things?"
Godric smiled at his mate with his eyes twinkling and replied, "Well, let's just say that I have a knack for solving problems. Actually, since I figured out the four victors will be our descendants, each of us got to create a spell. Then we four have to agree on which generation our four victors will be in. As for the sex, Rowena's and mine are males while Helga's and Salazar's a females. Then the four of us got to perform the spell, then we just have to let nature take its course."
"Alright, so why not we just decide on the generation first?" asked Helga.
"Sure. What about our 500th generation?" Salazar suggested.
"Okay, that's fine," agreed Godric. "Now for the spells, we just have to create."
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After a few weeks.
Everyone gathered back in the meeting room carrying their wands.
"Everyone ready?" asked Rowena. "This spell will decide our future victors and all. It also allows us to communicate with the four even when we're dead."
Everyone nod in understanding.
"Let's begin." Godric said.
The four of them stood in a circle with the roll of parchment in the middle of them. Each holding their wands in their right hands. Then, they chanted the spell together pointing their wands at the parchment. All four of them were thinking about the same person they want to be the victors.
"Fire, earth, air and water, Let your dreams to falter, For the four chosen ones Will rule over all.
Come; bind them together as one, Not of any other power but one, May the future be only one kind Life or Doom, Fates, you choose and prove."
As they said it, a blue light shone in the middle at the parchment, whereas a purple light shone from each four wands. The two lights intertwined with each other and then suddenly a soft explosion was heard. Smoke came up blinding everyone's sight. After the smoke started vanish, the four founders of Hogwarts slowly put down their wands and walked towards the former place where the parchment once laid.
Two necklaces and two bracelets were formed, parchment gone. One necklace has a blue sapphire in the heart of a dragon; the other necklace has a violet sapphire at the tip of a unicorn's horn. One bracelet also has a blue sapphire, but instead of a dragon, in place in it is a winged horse also known as a Thestral; the other bracelet has a violet sapphire with a phoenix. It's tail encircled around it. All of the gemstones on the jewelry were glowing brightly with red smoke mist swimming inside of it.
Helga looked at the trinkets and asked Godric, who was behind her, "Godric, these jewelry will be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom. The powers of the gems can only be shown if they reach the correct owner or shall we say the victors of our world? Afterwards, what happens next?"
"We have to wait Helga, wait and let nature takes its course. All we can do is warn and help them about the prophecy when they're of the right age to think & act properly. We can only solely depend on them now. Let time do it's work," Godric answered.
"Godric, what if the four of them cannot work together?" Salazar asked.
"Then, like what the prophecy said 'if not fulfilled, the world awaits its disaster, a disaster to cruel to be true'." Godric said with much sadness.
"I h-ho-hope that the outcome would not be like what the v-vision I had. I- I sincerely hope so," Helga stuttered out before falling on the ground crying her heart out in fear of the outcome of the future.
Rowena looked at her friend and bent down to cradle her into her arms. "There, there Helga. The future will be better and will also be like what I had seen in my vision."
"A-are you s-s-su-sure?" sniffed Helga.
Rowena internally grimaced. Though not fully convinced, she still said, "Yes, and I really wish for it."
The two men looked down at the sight before them and weakly smiled at each other.
Everyone hopes that the prophecy will have the better finale.
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Chapter 1: Signs @ The very first
After a few thousands years later.
Helga looked out from the clouds to the scene below her. She sees thousands of students returning to the school they had set up. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But what caught her eye were a redheaded boy & girl, black hair boy, hazel-brown hair girl and a blond hair boy. She peered even closer and saw the usual riot again. The redhead, brown haired girl and black haired boy quarrelling with the blond boy. The redheaded girl moving off to find her own friends.
She sighed.
"Hey Helga, a penny for your thought?" asked Rowena who just came by.
"Rowena, it seems to me that your descendant is making life terrible for the others. Look at the other three, they seem so peaceful and all of a sudden your descendant comes and a quarrel begins. Look at them now, I bet they're still at it," Helga said looking disappointed.
Rowena looked through the clouds and then turned towards her mate. "Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help it if my descendant is purely naughty. Well, I think he is the one who is called the "Dark One" in the prophecy. Look at his family background. Everything is Salazar's fault. Who asked him to have a descendant like Lord Voldemort? Ugh, what kind of a name is that?" Rowena shuddered.
"Who is going about talking about my descendant this way?" chimed in a voice no other than Salazar Slytherin himself.
"Oh, we were talking about your Lord Voldemort," Helga replied.
"I see.what's wrong with him?"
"Well, his name and his whatsoever ambition on becoming the greatest wizard of all times."
"I see.hmm."
Rowena looked at him curiously and said, "Aren't you going to be mad?"
"Mad for what?" queried Salazar.
"Mad for talking about your descendant this way?"
"Nah, I also think he is such a prick. Thinking he can take over the world? The Four will beat him at that. Well, his own daughter would beat him at that," snickered Salazar.
"Oh good," Rowena answered. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind that made her smile half-heartedly. "Hey, do you think it is time for us to be known to them?" she asked.
"Yes, certainly they do need to know now," Godric came into view.
"Alright, they are 17 years old already. Should have a mind of their own now," Helga said.
"Well, but Rowena would have a more difficult time in convincing her descendant Draco Malfoy," Salazar smirked.
"Oh no.Draco is well matured already. He's now on the right track, I hope," Rowena chipped in.
"Come on, don't fool around already. Give them their powers." Godric said, coming into view.
"Sure," all agreed.
The four of them looked down from amidst the clouds towards where each of their descendants were and said together, "reveler toi-meme comme le."
((A/N: In French for "reveal yourself as so". I directly translated it into French from the dictionary, so I don't know anything about the grammar or whatsoever. So sorry if it's wrong.))
Then they sat down on their invisible chairs and watched the scene before them.
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Hermione's POV:
"I'm finally back at Hogwarts!" I yell out loud.
"Yeah yeah Hermione. We know, we know," Ron says with a playful smile.
I give a playful punch on his right arm as I turn around to face Harry who was also smiling in glee.
"Hey there Mione. We know that you are Head-Girl this year. Don't need to get so touchy on it," Harry says, earning a kick in the shins.
"Ouch! That hurts Mione!" says Harry while rubbing his shins in pain.
"Aww.too bad Harry. That should teach you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the walk to the castle," say I, smirking my head off.
Harry really did shut up, to me only of course, as he starts talking to Ron about you know all the boys stuff. Quidditch. It seems to me that the schoolboys here's only love is Quidditch. Hell, they even talk about it day and night.
I actually don't really hate Quidditch that much, but try being with guys who talk about Quidditch 24/7? You'll give up even sooner than expected. Well, to them, Quidditch is like their life and oh yes, books are my passion and life. Without them, I'll tell you, I'll die of starvation. Man! And that is what earned me my Head-Girl post. Hmm. come to think of it, who is the Head-Boy? I hope it is Terry or maybe Justin? I really do not want to work with any Slytherin guy. They may call me "Mudblood Granger" over and over again. Ooh. How much I hate that name. Makes me feel so demoralized.
Oh well, can't shut their stupid big mouths up yeah. Too bad. Now back to the situation at hand.
My parents were so pleased that I am Head-Girl this year that they gave me extra allowances. Yep, I have a few hundred galleons in my moneybag now. And my monthly allowance has increased on the double. Which means that I'll get around 500 galleons per month? You must be wondering how come I can or my parents can afford to give me so much money. Reason one, I'm Head-Girl! Isn't that obvious. Reason two, they made a big fortune out of their dentist work. Hell, they even had Queen Elizabeth II as one of their customers. So you know that if one of royalty actually goes to you or something, people will flock to you like honey attracting bees. Yep, that's about it.
Okay, we're reaching the Hogwarts entrance hall soon. Another few more steps. One step, Harry and Ron are still talking about their Quidditch thingy. Two steps, I'm bored now. Three steps, what should I do afterwards? Four steps, Oh yar, go meet Dumbledore. Five steps, maybe I should start my studies for the NEWTS already. Six steps, oh great, Malfoy is coming towards us. Seven steps, all right, Harry and Ron is already out of sight, probably have gone into the hall by now. Eight steps, chicken, Malfoy is blocking my way, what now? But oh, his companions are not with him.
"Hello there, Mudblood," Malfoy drawls insensitively.
"Yes Ferret boy? Anything you want?" I answer.
Malfoy rises up his eyes to give me a look over. "Hmm.not bad Granger."
"What's not bad?" I ask even if I know what he was implying on.
"You finally had gotten rid of your frizzy hair and large teeth. You even filled out completely over the summer," Malfoy says. Then he adds in a mock sympathetic tone, "Pity, you're a Mudblood. No one would ever touch you. Not high class purebloods like us." He then laughs cruelly.
I am about to retort when suddenly, another idea came into my mind. "Hmm. Malfoy, you implied that I am pretty. Oh, I'm going to faint. Well, that's not what I want to talk about. There are no such things as high class or low class. Purebloods are purebloods and mudbloods are mudbloods. I, for the very instance am glad that I am not of pureblood worth, as I wouldn't want a scum like you to be touching me. I wonder what did your parents teach you all about manners. You seem to be very clever, but you may be also just kissing of your father's and Voldemort's feet." I voice it out- loud.
I then look carefully into Malfoy's face, which is somehow or rather quite devoid of emotions. But when he opens his mouth to say something, I know that he is angry. At what, I do not know.
"I do not kiss my father's feet at all and neither would I do that to Lord Voldemort. Never ever will," he says with much hidden anger showing through his voice.
I then took my chance to tease him about it; "Oh, and I thought I could actually hex you into the future when I come across you during the war." I put on a disappointed face and place my index finger on my chin pretending to be deep in thought.
And that was when suddenly I felt a whoosh of wind fly past my face, fists coming straight for my nose. All I could think of was to defend myself, so as quick as a cat; I grab the wrist of whoever was trying to punch me and twist it.
Funny, I didn't know I could do that actually. I was never that strong. Maybe I do some kicking around the butt sometimes, but that is all. I'm totally surprise that I'm able to defend myself quickly from harm. Well, who would have thought that I could beat Gregory Goyle in this simple fighting by this simple gesture? He looks a little in pain I notice. Better let go, but before that.
"Goyle, get your ass off here by the time I count to five." At that, I let him go and starts counting, "ONE!" I yell. He starts to back off from me slowly, like he's wondering what in the world happened just now. "TWO!" I yell again, noticing my surroundings, people were having their mouths opened wide like this is the most absurd thing happening around here at this time. Well, no time to waste. "THREE!" I yell even louder. I start to move forward to where Goyle is standing and at the sight of me, he starts to run. "FOUR.FIVE!" By the time I come to the number five, Goyle is long gone to don't know who knows where. As if I'll care.
When I turn around to start walking back to the entrance hall, I heard clapping. I abruptly turn towards where the sound came from and saw ooh.nothing but Malfoy. I totally had forgotten about him. His face is still vividly red with flush anger, but cover up with a "false" sneer I think.
"What do you want again, Malfoy?" I ask him, exasperated by his behavior.
"Oh nothing. Just wondering how you can make Goyle look like a scared cat running away from its evil master. No one actually intimidated him before. Wonder how you did it," he says simply.
"Is that all? And I thought you would engage me in a very "long" conversation with you," I say, emphasizing on the long word. "Might as well go back. Good day Mr. Malfoy." I start walking to the hall, but I could not help wondering on what happened back then. It's like my reflexes improved suddenly without me knowing. I didn't even train it or something. Maybe it's because of the things my mother made me eat. I shrug the problem away and continue walking back to the hall.
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But Hermione was sooo. wrong about that.
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Draco's POV:
Oh my goodness! I can't believe scrawny little mudblood Granger can beat Goyle in a fight. He was never defeated before. Well, maybe everything always has its first. And last.
I can't deny that I'm particularly shock about Granger beating Goyle in his own game, but what surprised me most is that Granger has become a total hottie! Yep. Not that I don't approve of. She must have filled out on those places women should have and ooh.her slender legs that can be seen even though it is covered up by her robes. I bet that if she actually took off her baggy robe, the whole of the male population in Hogwarts will fall in love with her. Hard too. Not that I will. Potty and Weasel still do not know her changes and such. They are either too dumb which I would gladly agree or they actually noticed too much about their darling girl until they need to shush down a bit.
Hmm.I wonder why people are staring at me? Why oh why? Oh yeah, I'm still staring at the spot were Hermione stood without moving yet. HEY! When did I start to call her Hermione? But her name sounds so nice. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. I like the way her name rolls off my tongue. HEY.again. Why am I so intrigued by her name? I must be going crazy. I'm insane, oh I'm insane. Why am I saying that I'm insane? I really am going nuts. Okay, forget about it and walk.
I'm walking, walking, walking along the corridors of Hogwarts. Good. I've reached the hall. There is McGonagall standing like a prim lady. Wonder whether there is another side to her. Probably not.
Where is the Head Girl? I wonder who she is.I hope it's not Granger. But can't say that I'm thoroughly unhappy with that situation. With her hot body and all, when I'm with her, heads will turn. Wait, what am I thinking again? Damn it!
"Ouch!" I cry out. Damn it, a boy ran into my arm. How stupid.saying sorry is no use boy.
I pick up the boy by its collar and glare right at him. "Do you think sorry is enough boy? How old are you?"
"E-e-eleven," the boy timidly stutters out.
When I want to speak again, suddenly a soft voice of not my own appear in my head. 'He's head-boy! Omigosh! I'm dead I'm dead, he's so big size.Damn it, why must I meet him. He's a Slytherin some more.Help!'
My eyes widen in shock. I look at the boy in astonishment and then I quickly drop him. "Go, go before I change my mind," I snarl, still in shock.
"T-thank you sir," the boy says before running off to join his friends.
What is happening to me? All of a sudden I can read thoughts? What is this world coming to? It must be my imagination. Yep must be. Come on Draco Malfoy, you know you can't read thoughts. Yeah.
Okay, what am I suppose to do now? Go into the Great hall.
I walk and walk to the Great hall. But in the passing way through, more thoughts not of my own flooded my mind.
'Man! Look how hot he is.' 'Gosh, I hope she doesn't look this way.' 'Help, where is this mob of people bringing me to?' 'He must be a Hufflepuff. Look how timid he is?' And so on, so on.
Too heavy for me to handle. I grab hold of the nearest thing next to me, and luckily it is a small wooden table propped up next to the wall. Everyone is looking at me. Shit, how I wish I could tell them to go away and mind their own business, but I'm too weak to do that. Wait Draco, just wait.
I hold on to the table until everyone is gone from the corridor leading to the hall before I stand up. My head is becoming clear now, good. And I thought Granger was the only one becoming stranger and unusual. Better do some research on it.
I then carry on walking to the Great Hall for dinner.
Reaching the Slytherin table, I quickly seated myself at my usual place. I am going through the possibilities of what happened to me just now when suddenly, a great weight of a girl jump upon me. With a great "Ooof!" I push her off my lap.
"Pansy! Don't let your blundering ass come upon me again ever!" I shout, fixing a mean glare towards her.
Of course, Pansy being Pansy stays on the floor eyes brimming full with well-known tears. I stand up and slew away from the crybaby. When I get to the appropriate distance, the whining starts.
Pansy always cries, no matter what happens. She thinks she can get away with everything by crying her head off. I'm so sick of her constant whining of this and that and everything. I don't know what to say but she just makes me sick. Even by just looking at her I feel nauseous. I can't see anyone willing to be with her. Yeah, I went to the Yule ball with her during fourth year, but that is because Lucius wanted me to. If I didn't, I won't be even coming back to Hogwarts. He would have sent me to Durmstrang, which I really really do not want to. I always hate it whenever he plans to send me off to Durmstrang; it's a good thing that Mother always succeeds in throwing the plan off track. I love mother, but I don't know about my father. I mean he's always so disrespectful to me. When I gotten my Head Boy post, I thought father would be happy, but he wasn't. Instead he gave me the look of utter loathing and threw me off my feet yelling, "You didn't even beat the mudblood! How could you do that! I gave you so much and what you give me in return is this rubbish?"
Well father, thanks you so much for your concern, but you didn't gave me what I wanted. You gave me the world wonders, but not your being, your love. Sorry father for your lack of guidance. I bet you didn't even get Head Boy when you were in Hogwarts. So what position are you in to scold me? It's all because of Voldermort that you gotten your status in this world. If there weren't any Voldermort, would there be any fortune for us? I think not. All because of Grandfather Caliwp Malfoy selling his body to Voldermort. What a joke! How I also wish that I were going to be a normal kid. A kid who has parents that loves their children.
You only gave me a sister and 2 good friends. Crabbe and Goyle are definitely not the ones I consider my good friends. They're so stupid! But Blaise is and Lynette is too. Mother was the one who introduced them to me, so of course I find them trustworthy, but the two of them also has proved in some other way that they are going to be good friends to me. My sister, the only joy at home. Well, mother is also another joy in the house, but she always hides behind father's back. Not much fun there. Jacintha Malfoy is my sister. Well capable in school and dark arts. She's in her 6th year now, top student too. She's very mature too, though sometimes she has this cheeky and naughty side in her that leads her to practical trouble, in which I have to pull her out of it. But all the same, she's great fun!
Oh! Here comes Blaise.
"Hey bud!" Blaise says, patting me on my back lightly, sitting down on the chair beside me.
"Hey there Blaise. How's your holiday?" I answer.
Blaise shrugs and replies, "Quite alright, though dad and mum well.they.you know." He shifts around his chair awkwardly.
I nod briskly and smile encouragingly to him.
Blaise gives a smile expressing his thanks. He looks around the hall and pretends (or I think he pretended) to look surprise as the food suddenly appears before us. He turns around and grins widely, "Well, the foods here. It's chow time!" He takes a bowl of hot chicken soup and slurps it up greedily. Blaise then takes the pitcher of pumpkin juice, pouring the contents of it into his goblet until it's full up to the brim.
I look at him interestingly before gobbling down my food. But as I reach out for another fish fillet, suddenly I feel my goblet rising from beneath my arm. I look at it to find that it is really rising up. I look around the hall to see the whole room's goblets rising up together, but only the water joins, the goblets, once empty fell to the floor with a huge clatter. The water starts moving, but to where? I glance at the direction it's heading and find that the water is heading towards Weasley. The Ronald Weasley, not Virginia Weasley. Haha.fat chance of ducking Weasley. Good, he's wet, so is the other Weasley. Well, too bad though. But I wonder, who made the water come together as one? Oh well, never mind. Probably it is one of the teachers getting tired of the Weasel's antics.
I reach out for the fish fillet again as the water incident made me not to take it. As I hold it, I then feel colder than usual and the fillet in between my fingers is cold. Wondering what in the world happened I turn to Blaise. He too, was looking at his food oddly. Actually, everyone is.
Blaise mutters, "What happened?"
"I don't know," I say. I seem to find something missing around here when I noticed Lynette wasn't here. Thus I ask Blaise, "Hey, where's Lynette?"
Blaise gives a minor shrug indicating that he doesn't know. I look away.
I glimpse at the Gryffindor table for a short while, before something interesting held my eyes. Harry and Weaselette talking in hush voices. But what is more interesting is that after they talk, Weaselette closes her eyes momentarily and all of a sudden, the temperature went back to normal, making everything turn back to normal, even the fillet that I'm holding. Since it was so hot, I drop it. And again, I thought I was the only odd one here with all that extra voices in my head. Thinking about it, there are voices in my head. Oh damn it! When I thought I could be free for once.geez.help!
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Oh well.this is a good one. Rowena's descendant is smart, but a little off.
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Harry's POV:
"You know Harry, Chudley Cannons latest chaser is Jerome Kensils. It seems to me that she has a very good ability to fly fast and strong. Hell, she can even. ." Ron's voice kept growing faint and faint as we walk towards the Great Hall for dinner.
Then all of a sudden "WHAM!" something kind of like hit me in the head, causing me to lose my balance while walking. I stumble unto the hard stone ground.
"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?" Ron says, with a concern look on his face. But the unusual thing is that when Ron spoke, it sounds so loud, like a blaring trumpet right at my ear. And believe me, it hurts a lot. Maybe he did yell right at my ear.
"Ron! Stop yelling! And I'm alright," say I, trying to stand up. But as I put my hands on the ground, another sensation runs through me. Three words to describe the sensation. Cold, dirty, hard. Thing is, the sensation that ran through me is stronger than anyone who would have expected. Like how? It feels cold, like you're standing out in the snow without any clothes on. Dirty, like you haven't bathe in weeks or months. Hard, like if you punch your fist through it, not only your wrist would break, but your whole bones in the body itself would break too.
I am still wondering about the new sensation within me when suddenly, Ron's very loud voice break my flow of thoughts. "Harry, what are you still doing on the floor? Come on and get up. I'll help you."
"Ron! Can you please stop shouting? My head is hurting by it!" I say. Ron gave me a blank look.
"But I wasn't shouting at all. You must be going bonkers!" Ron says, eyebrows furrowing.
"You weren't?" I ask incredibly, wondering what on earth just happened.
"Yeah!" Ron says.
"Oh!" I ponder on for a little while before standing up, feeling the same sensation rising as I touch the ground to push myself up. "Okay, let's go Ron!"
As I brush my robe to get the dust and dirt off, another strong feeling shot through me again. Except that it isn't coldness, dirtiness and hardness. But a soft and comfortable feeling. Oh my goodness.what is happening to me? Why do I feel that my sense of touch and hear is getting more and more sensitive? I sincerely hope that my other senses won't be that sensitive, if they do, I can actually call myself a total freak. Out of the muggle world and out of the wizarding world.
Ron and I start to walk to the Great hall where we'll meet the other students for dinner. Oh man! My stomach is grumbling way too loudly for my ears.damn it!
Hmm.why does the Great Hall look so near, yet I'm still walking? I can even see the people there. Oh look! There's Fred and George Weasley. I wonder why they are here. They already graduated from here a few years back. Better ask Ron than to come up with my own hunches.
"Ron, why is Fred and George here? Aren't they already graduated from Hogwarts?" I ask him who is still walking by my side.
"Well Harry, Fred just told me and Ginny that they're coming to Hogwarts. For what reason I do not know, but I have a hunch that they are teaching us some stuff or something," Ron replies to me in a soft voice.
"What? They're teaching us?" My face turns into one of astonishment. "Oh, and thanks for speaking soft. I wonder why today my ears feel a little more sensitive than other times."
"You're welcome," Ron says sheepishly.
I look at the direction towards the Great Hall again, when I see a certain beautiful redhead together with her friends chit-chatting along. Whoa! Her laughter is so beautiful. How I wish that she is by my side. The way she laughs, the way she moves around, the way she carries off herself is so charismatic, so captivating.
I keep on looking at her when suddenly, a boy with brown hair and heliotrope eyes came over to hug her and kiss her gently on the head. A feeling grew inside of me. Disappointment, jealousy. I clutch my fists until I felt my nails pierce through my skin, into my flesh, drawing blood. But when I open my fists, there wasn't even blood there. Just some marks my nails made. Funny, the feeling I had was like my whole fist was covered in blood made by the nails. Really funny.
"Hey Harry, look at that boy there coddling Ginny. How on earth did she get a boyfriend that Eew!?" Ron shudders.
I turn around to Ron and ask him, "Ron, do you know him? What is his name?"
"His name is Rick McFosq. And yes I know him. Ginny brought him to the burrow during the summer. He is such a prick. I wonder why Ginny's taste in boys is so lousy. Can't she see that he is way too dumb? I bet she can't. Oh never mind," Ron answers.
"Hmm.you don't approve?" I ask Ron.
"Of course not! She's much better off with someone.someone.someone like you!" Ron replies with much difficulty.
I felt a ridiculous shot of hope through my heart when Ron said that. No wonder I am friends with him. Oh well, but that isn't the only reason why I'm with him okay? There are more.
Good, we've reached the Great Hall. Now we're going to sit in our usual places at the Gryffindor table. Oh yeah, where's Hermione? She must be off to do some Head-Girl business I guess.
Hmm.where is that nice smell coming from? It smells like.like.food! But hey, the food isn't even on the table yet? How come I can smell it? I can even...even...taste it! Lemon chicken.Mutton.beef.cabbages.even Yogurt! Better ask Ron about this.
"Ron, do you smell or taste anything?" I ask him.
"No. Why?" Ron replies in curiousity. Then his face turns into a big smile and added, "Maybe you're even hungrier than me. That's why you're dreaming about those food scents right?"
"Umm.yeah yar." I say.
Ron giggles.
Oh look! Hermione is here. But why does she look so odd? Like she's figuring out something. Probably about her studies. She always studies even during the summer. Ginny isn't even here yet. Oh well.I then shrug the whole problem of my 5 senses and about Hermione looking odd to carry on with my days.
When I enter the Great Hall, my eyes scan the room for any sight of Hermione, which I can't see, so too bad. Okay, we're going over to the Gryffindor table.
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Another person shrugging off their signs.sad.
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Ginny's POV:
I am talking to my friends about girl stuff.
"Hey Ginny! Do you know that Prince William in the Muggle world is so cute?" Josie says with a dreamy look on her face.
"No Josie. I've never even heard of him," I reply.
"Oh well, too bad for you then," Josie giggles her head off.
"Oh look Ginny, your boyfriend is here," Kimberly says emphasizing on the word 'boyfriend'.
I scowl at Kim before turning behind to face Rick.
"Hey there baby. How are you?" Rick says with care, hugging me.
Probably with fake concern.
"I'm alright Rick," say I, trying to get out from Rick's embrace.
To my utter disbelief, Rick kissed me on the forehead, before letting me go. Argh! I feel like kicking Rick in the shins before storming off to eat my dinner in the Great Hall. Talking about food, I think I already lost my appetite. ALL BECAUSE OF RICK.and probably Kimberly too. She was the one who set me up with Rick. And because of a stupid truth or dare game, I'm stuck with him. Damn it!
Better move into the hall before Kim and Josie talks about anything embarrassing.
"Hey, Kim. Josie. I'll go into the Great Hall first yeah?" I ask them.
"Huh? You're not talking anymore? Rick just came you know?" Kim says.
"Yeah, give me some time right, baby?" Rick pleads.
"I'm too hungry" -My foot- "Got to go meet Hermione, Ron and Harry too," say I, making up an excuse. Well, maybe food wise, but not the trio. I really do want to meet them and I also told Hermione about meeting her too.
Before anyone can say anything, I walk off leaving the three of them behind talking all sorts of nonsense.
Okay, I've entered the Great Hall. Where are Harry, Ron and Hermione? Oh yar, there is Harry and Ron. But where's Hermione? Oh, there she is.
I walk towards the three of them in the Gryffindor table and sat directly opposite them.
"Hey there!" I greet.
"Hello Ginny!" the three of them says in unison. Will wonder never cease?
"How's your summer, Hermione and Harry?" I ask.
"Wonderful! Sirius just bought a new house and it looks great. May be a little small, but there's only the two of us living in the house itself, so no probs! I did a few manual labours together with Sirius to clean up the house and to build the garden. I think it looks fantastic!" Harry rambles out his summer to us.
I smile warmly at him before saying, "That's great Harry! So would you invite us over to have a small slumber party?"
"Oh yeah! That reminds me. Sirius said that you all can come over to my house during one of the holidays," Harry says.
"That'll be great!" I reply, sipping some water in my goblet that is laid on the red wooden table.
Now, readers. In case you're wondering how on earth Sirius got to buy a house with Harry, let me tell you this. Sirius just got his name cleared. How? I do not know. All I know is that Peter Pettigrew isn't captured, so how Sirius got his name cleared I do not know. Plus he actually came back to life after he 'died' at the Ministry of Magic. How? I also do not know. Only Harry knows I guess.
"My summer wasn't that bad. My parents brought me to Greece and Italy. You should see the leaning tower of Pisa in Italy. It's so majestic! A building leaning on its side without falling down. Probably suspended by magic, I think, but all the same it's great. I also love the temples in Greece. The golden statues inside there were wonderful! I saw a few statues on Zeus, as people there believe that Zeus is the King of Gods. They were fascinating!" Hermione says about her holidays with her parents, eyes glowing with pride and excitement.
"And I thought you read the whole library already. Why do you still find things so captivating when you already know it all?" Ron directs this question to Hermione.
Obviously Hermione was a little pissed off by that remark, so she retorts, "Well, Ron. It doesn't mean that once I read it I can actually see it for myself right? It's much more better seeing it yourself than just reading about it and never go to experience it."
"Sheesh! You don't have to go about rambling on it!" Ron says, not wanting to lose the argument he obviously started.
Ooh! How I wish I could pour some water on Ron. He knows what will happen if Hermione loses her temper. Things will go berserk!
Surprisingly, as I wish for some water pouring on my brother, the water in everyone's goblet started to rise, joining together. It's coming towards us. Argh!
Hey no, it's coming towards Ron! Everyone is looking! (And ducking too.)
"SLOSH!" the water came right at Ron before he could duck! But bad news, I'm also wet, as I didn't duck too.
"Damn it!" I shout.
"What in the cursing mother hole just happen?" Ron yells angrily, hands waving about in desperation.
"WEASLEYS LANGUAGE!" the shouts from the entire Professors chorus.
"Sorry," Ron and I sheepishly says.
Everyone in the hall who witnessed the incident snickers, though still quite in shock at the water.
I mean, is it just me or did the water came up by itself? I think it's the initial. I was the one who splashed the water onto my brother? Yeah, probably I did wish for it? But for it to come true? I've never heard of it. Don't think about this yet Ginny. Assure yourself that you're still a normal witch. Besides, no one knew that you were the one who did it right?
Okay, gotten over it. Oh goody! Foods here! Oh, and baddie. Rick the Ravenclaw is here.
I scowl.
"Hey Gin, how's your mates?" Rick says hugging me again. "Oh, and hi there erm.Gin's brother! Sorry, I forgot you name."
Ron also scowls at him before growling a greeting. Though the after words are much more vulgar and incoherent.
"I'm fine Rick. Go over to where Kim is okay? And tell Josie to come here at once," says I, holding off the disgust in my voice. And when Rick left with a "sure baby!" and I yell a "thanks!" after him, I roll my eyes and turn back to the trio.
I grab a lemon chicken off one of the plates and started chomping down on it as what Ron is doing now. Hermione is taking her own sweet time while Harry. Well, Harry is kind of lost in space just staring at the chicken. Wonder why.
I'm feeling a little hot here, and it's not boys. It's about the temperature itself. Aaah! So hot, how I want to remove my robes to feel cooler. I wonder how come the other students don't realize this.
When I try to grab a hot chicken wing off a gold platter, it stung my fingers as it is way too hot and I muttered a, "Damn it! I wish this hall is more colder adding to that the food is cooler."
Apparently, my wish (or you can say wishes as I made two) came true. Surprising yeah? I also think so too. Oh well, tell you the details.
After I said that, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped to I presume a 6 degrees Celsius. Harry was looking at me as I think he had heard my words. I turned towards the High Table and also found Snape and Dumbledore looking at me.
Feeling a little surprised, I stood up to look around the Hall. People were looking quite odd at each other wondering why on earth the temperature in the warm, cozy hall became so cold, each of them rubbing their arms to create some warmth in them.
I looked down at Harry and he mouthed to me, "Is it you who did this?" His eyes were wide with curiousity.
I stared at him and whispered, "I don't know."
His eyes went back to normal and he motioned me to sit down, so as to talk to me. I sat carefully and listened.
"It seems to me that after you said those words, the temperature went down. What about if you wish for it to go back to normal? Will it be the same?" he asked, leaning forward onto the table whispering.
"I don't know whether I was the one who did this. I can wish again, but I don't think that it is ever going to happen," I said.
Harry looked as if he was fighting an internal battle in his head before he answered, "Try."
I nodded, closing my eyes and then thought of making the temperature back to normal again. I then opened my eyes.
Warmth flooded my very veins back again. Harry was looking at me incredulously, muttering words like, and "Man.Whoa and I thought I was the only one"
I raised an eyebrow at him. Harry glanced at me and went down to chomping his food.
I then decide to let this thing pass for a while only, as I know that it wouldn't be easy or simple as what people thought.
I carry on eating my food, but my chicken wing had gone cold.
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Helga's descendant is quite smart too.but I think Harry has his suspicion on her.
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Prologue:
Salazar Slytherin woke up with a start, panting. His eyes held pure shock, pure wonder and also pure confusion. He ran through the memories of the vision he had when he was still in bed. He asked himself, "What does this mean? When will it happen? Where will it happen? How can it happen?"
After giving much thought, he decided to ask help from his other mates. Maybe they know something about it. He threw on his robe and walked out of his private chamber.
When he reached the meeting room, he turned the doorknob and went in. As he closed the door, he wasn't surprised to see that Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff were sitting there with looks of shock and tiredness. Well, maybe Helga was sniffing a few times he noticed.
Godric Gryffindor looked up from his hands and motioned to Salazar to sit down. Salazar followed and sat down on a plush comfort chair beside Rowena Ravenclaw.
"So, anyone knows what's happening?" asked Godric. He then bit his lip in thought.
"It seems to me that everyone got a piece of news to share," Salazar answered, looking around the whole room. "Why not we speak it out to get it off our system?"
"Sure," agreed Rowena.
"I'll go first," Salazar said. "I had a vision prophecy. There was this forest in front of me, lit by only the pale moonlight hanging desperately in the sky. I walked towards it and soon, I came towards a clearing. There stood a centaur and a snake. I looked at them curiously, then suddenly they spoke, each saying a verse of the prophecy." Salazar stopped. He took in a deep breath and continued,
"One born in the dark, One born in the light, Two born in between the two.
Four must cooperate, Four must stand strong, Four must save the world.
The dark one bonds with one of the between, The light one bonds with the other, Both pairs got to have one aim, one focus, for their powers to be released.
The world's greatest evil forces will be unleashed, If any walks in the footsteps for another But the four joined powers will chase doom away.
If not fulfilled, the world will awaits its disaster A disaster too cruel to be true."
Helga let out a gasp filled with shock and fear. "Oh Merlin, help us!"
Rowena looked at Salazar curiously and said calmly, "I think your prophecy leads to my vision. I saw 4 people reigning over the earth in victory. Peace was all over the world. People were rejoicing in freedom and you can feel the joy in the people's hearts too. As I stood there, I felt something. Something that feels good and powerful. I wonder what that is."
Godric stared at Rowena, then he said, "I think the feeling is love Rowena. Love is something very powerful. Love can make you to do anything to hold on to that particular something. Moreover, Salazar's prophecy said 'the dark one bonds with one of the between, the light one bonds with the other'. The word 'bonds' means love or marriage."
Helga turned abruptly to face the other three. "There was this vision I had. I think it is the result of the world if the four did not cooperate with each other. Oh, it was horrible. Darkness looms over the world, evil laughter was cackling all over it. People in chains, people with blood all over their body. Wizards in hoods keep on torturing the poor people. Blood, corpses and rotting stench was all over. It's been terrifying. Even buildings were cracked and tumbling, killing thousands. This cannot happen, must not happen."
"Whose descendants is them?" asked Rowena.
"Ours. The four of us," answered Godric silently. His face set in a grim line.
"Godric, do we have a chance in choosing who will be the four?" asked Salazar.
Godric closed his eyes for a moment, thinking deeply. Then he suddenly opened up his eyes, which was now filled with hope and joy, "Yes! We can! We can choose it!"
Everyone's eyes were feeling refreshed once more. "How?" asked Rowena. "Oh, and by the way Godric, how do you know of all these things?"
Godric smiled at his mate with his eyes twinkling and replied, "Well, let's just say that I have a knack for solving problems. Actually, since I figured out the four victors will be our descendants, each of us got to create a spell. Then we four have to agree on which generation our four victors will be in. As for the sex, Rowena's and mine are males while Helga's and Salazar's a females. Then the four of us got to perform the spell, then we just have to let nature take its course."
"Alright, so why not we just decide on the generation first?" asked Helga.
"Sure. What about our 500th generation?" Salazar suggested.
"Okay, that's fine," agreed Godric. "Now for the spells, we just have to create."
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After a few weeks.
Everyone gathered back in the meeting room carrying their wands.
"Everyone ready?" asked Rowena. "This spell will decide our future victors and all. It also allows us to communicate with the four even when we're dead."
Everyone nod in understanding.
"Let's begin." Godric said.
The four of them stood in a circle with the roll of parchment in the middle of them. Each holding their wands in their right hands. Then, they chanted the spell together pointing their wands at the parchment. All four of them were thinking about the same person they want to be the victors.
"Fire, earth, air and water, Let your dreams to falter, For the four chosen ones Will rule over all.
Come; bind them together as one, Not of any other power but one, May the future be only one kind Life or Doom, Fates, you choose and prove."
As they said it, a blue light shone in the middle at the parchment, whereas a purple light shone from each four wands. The two lights intertwined with each other and then suddenly a soft explosion was heard. Smoke came up blinding everyone's sight. After the smoke started vanish, the four founders of Hogwarts slowly put down their wands and walked towards the former place where the parchment once laid.
Two necklaces and two bracelets were formed, parchment gone. One necklace has a blue sapphire in the heart of a dragon; the other necklace has a violet sapphire at the tip of a unicorn's horn. One bracelet also has a blue sapphire, but instead of a dragon, in place in it is a winged horse also known as a Thestral; the other bracelet has a violet sapphire with a phoenix. It's tail encircled around it. All of the gemstones on the jewelry were glowing brightly with red smoke mist swimming inside of it.
Helga looked at the trinkets and asked Godric, who was behind her, "Godric, these jewelry will be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom. The powers of the gems can only be shown if they reach the correct owner or shall we say the victors of our world? Afterwards, what happens next?"
"We have to wait Helga, wait and let nature takes its course. All we can do is warn and help them about the prophecy when they're of the right age to think & act properly. We can only solely depend on them now. Let time do it's work," Godric answered.
"Godric, what if the four of them cannot work together?" Salazar asked.
"Then, like what the prophecy said 'if not fulfilled, the world awaits its disaster, a disaster to cruel to be true'." Godric said with much sadness.
"I h-ho-hope that the outcome would not be like what the v-vision I had. I- I sincerely hope so," Helga stuttered out before falling on the ground crying her heart out in fear of the outcome of the future.
Rowena looked at her friend and bent down to cradle her into her arms. "There, there Helga. The future will be better and will also be like what I had seen in my vision."
"A-are you s-s-su-sure?" sniffed Helga.
Rowena internally grimaced. Though not fully convinced, she still said, "Yes, and I really wish for it."
The two men looked down at the sight before them and weakly smiled at each other.
Everyone hopes that the prophecy will have the better finale.
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Chapter 1: Signs @ The very first
After a few thousands years later.
Helga looked out from the clouds to the scene below her. She sees thousands of students returning to the school they had set up. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But what caught her eye were a redheaded boy & girl, black hair boy, hazel-brown hair girl and a blond hair boy. She peered even closer and saw the usual riot again. The redhead, brown haired girl and black haired boy quarrelling with the blond boy. The redheaded girl moving off to find her own friends.
She sighed.
"Hey Helga, a penny for your thought?" asked Rowena who just came by.
"Rowena, it seems to me that your descendant is making life terrible for the others. Look at the other three, they seem so peaceful and all of a sudden your descendant comes and a quarrel begins. Look at them now, I bet they're still at it," Helga said looking disappointed.
Rowena looked through the clouds and then turned towards her mate. "Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help it if my descendant is purely naughty. Well, I think he is the one who is called the "Dark One" in the prophecy. Look at his family background. Everything is Salazar's fault. Who asked him to have a descendant like Lord Voldemort? Ugh, what kind of a name is that?" Rowena shuddered.
"Who is going about talking about my descendant this way?" chimed in a voice no other than Salazar Slytherin himself.
"Oh, we were talking about your Lord Voldemort," Helga replied.
"I see.what's wrong with him?"
"Well, his name and his whatsoever ambition on becoming the greatest wizard of all times."
"I see.hmm."
Rowena looked at him curiously and said, "Aren't you going to be mad?"
"Mad for what?" queried Salazar.
"Mad for talking about your descendant this way?"
"Nah, I also think he is such a prick. Thinking he can take over the world? The Four will beat him at that. Well, his own daughter would beat him at that," snickered Salazar.
"Oh good," Rowena answered. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind that made her smile half-heartedly. "Hey, do you think it is time for us to be known to them?" she asked.
"Yes, certainly they do need to know now," Godric came into view.
"Alright, they are 17 years old already. Should have a mind of their own now," Helga said.
"Well, but Rowena would have a more difficult time in convincing her descendant Draco Malfoy," Salazar smirked.
"Oh no.Draco is well matured already. He's now on the right track, I hope," Rowena chipped in.
"Come on, don't fool around already. Give them their powers." Godric said, coming into view.
"Sure," all agreed.
The four of them looked down from amidst the clouds towards where each of their descendants were and said together, "reveler toi-meme comme le."
((A/N: In French for "reveal yourself as so". I directly translated it into French from the dictionary, so I don't know anything about the grammar or whatsoever. So sorry if it's wrong.))
Then they sat down on their invisible chairs and watched the scene before them.
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Hermione's POV:
"I'm finally back at Hogwarts!" I yell out loud.
"Yeah yeah Hermione. We know, we know," Ron says with a playful smile.
I give a playful punch on his right arm as I turn around to face Harry who was also smiling in glee.
"Hey there Mione. We know that you are Head-Girl this year. Don't need to get so touchy on it," Harry says, earning a kick in the shins.
"Ouch! That hurts Mione!" says Harry while rubbing his shins in pain.
"Aww.too bad Harry. That should teach you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the walk to the castle," say I, smirking my head off.
Harry really did shut up, to me only of course, as he starts talking to Ron about you know all the boys stuff. Quidditch. It seems to me that the schoolboys here's only love is Quidditch. Hell, they even talk about it day and night.
I actually don't really hate Quidditch that much, but try being with guys who talk about Quidditch 24/7? You'll give up even sooner than expected. Well, to them, Quidditch is like their life and oh yes, books are my passion and life. Without them, I'll tell you, I'll die of starvation. Man! And that is what earned me my Head-Girl post. Hmm. come to think of it, who is the Head-Boy? I hope it is Terry or maybe Justin? I really do not want to work with any Slytherin guy. They may call me "Mudblood Granger" over and over again. Ooh. How much I hate that name. Makes me feel so demoralized.
Oh well, can't shut their stupid big mouths up yeah. Too bad. Now back to the situation at hand.
My parents were so pleased that I am Head-Girl this year that they gave me extra allowances. Yep, I have a few hundred galleons in my moneybag now. And my monthly allowance has increased on the double. Which means that I'll get around 500 galleons per month? You must be wondering how come I can or my parents can afford to give me so much money. Reason one, I'm Head-Girl! Isn't that obvious. Reason two, they made a big fortune out of their dentist work. Hell, they even had Queen Elizabeth II as one of their customers. So you know that if one of royalty actually goes to you or something, people will flock to you like honey attracting bees. Yep, that's about it.
Okay, we're reaching the Hogwarts entrance hall soon. Another few more steps. One step, Harry and Ron are still talking about their Quidditch thingy. Two steps, I'm bored now. Three steps, what should I do afterwards? Four steps, Oh yar, go meet Dumbledore. Five steps, maybe I should start my studies for the NEWTS already. Six steps, oh great, Malfoy is coming towards us. Seven steps, all right, Harry and Ron is already out of sight, probably have gone into the hall by now. Eight steps, chicken, Malfoy is blocking my way, what now? But oh, his companions are not with him.
"Hello there, Mudblood," Malfoy drawls insensitively.
"Yes Ferret boy? Anything you want?" I answer.
Malfoy rises up his eyes to give me a look over. "Hmm.not bad Granger."
"What's not bad?" I ask even if I know what he was implying on.
"You finally had gotten rid of your frizzy hair and large teeth. You even filled out completely over the summer," Malfoy says. Then he adds in a mock sympathetic tone, "Pity, you're a Mudblood. No one would ever touch you. Not high class purebloods like us." He then laughs cruelly.
I am about to retort when suddenly, another idea came into my mind. "Hmm. Malfoy, you implied that I am pretty. Oh, I'm going to faint. Well, that's not what I want to talk about. There are no such things as high class or low class. Purebloods are purebloods and mudbloods are mudbloods. I, for the very instance am glad that I am not of pureblood worth, as I wouldn't want a scum like you to be touching me. I wonder what did your parents teach you all about manners. You seem to be very clever, but you may be also just kissing of your father's and Voldemort's feet." I voice it out- loud.
I then look carefully into Malfoy's face, which is somehow or rather quite devoid of emotions. But when he opens his mouth to say something, I know that he is angry. At what, I do not know.
"I do not kiss my father's feet at all and neither would I do that to Lord Voldemort. Never ever will," he says with much hidden anger showing through his voice.
I then took my chance to tease him about it; "Oh, and I thought I could actually hex you into the future when I come across you during the war." I put on a disappointed face and place my index finger on my chin pretending to be deep in thought.
And that was when suddenly I felt a whoosh of wind fly past my face, fists coming straight for my nose. All I could think of was to defend myself, so as quick as a cat; I grab the wrist of whoever was trying to punch me and twist it.
Funny, I didn't know I could do that actually. I was never that strong. Maybe I do some kicking around the butt sometimes, but that is all. I'm totally surprise that I'm able to defend myself quickly from harm. Well, who would have thought that I could beat Gregory Goyle in this simple fighting by this simple gesture? He looks a little in pain I notice. Better let go, but before that.
"Goyle, get your ass off here by the time I count to five." At that, I let him go and starts counting, "ONE!" I yell. He starts to back off from me slowly, like he's wondering what in the world happened just now. "TWO!" I yell again, noticing my surroundings, people were having their mouths opened wide like this is the most absurd thing happening around here at this time. Well, no time to waste. "THREE!" I yell even louder. I start to move forward to where Goyle is standing and at the sight of me, he starts to run. "FOUR.FIVE!" By the time I come to the number five, Goyle is long gone to don't know who knows where. As if I'll care.
When I turn around to start walking back to the entrance hall, I heard clapping. I abruptly turn towards where the sound came from and saw ooh.nothing but Malfoy. I totally had forgotten about him. His face is still vividly red with flush anger, but cover up with a "false" sneer I think.
"What do you want again, Malfoy?" I ask him, exasperated by his behavior.
"Oh nothing. Just wondering how you can make Goyle look like a scared cat running away from its evil master. No one actually intimidated him before. Wonder how you did it," he says simply.
"Is that all? And I thought you would engage me in a very "long" conversation with you," I say, emphasizing on the long word. "Might as well go back. Good day Mr. Malfoy." I start walking to the hall, but I could not help wondering on what happened back then. It's like my reflexes improved suddenly without me knowing. I didn't even train it or something. Maybe it's because of the things my mother made me eat. I shrug the problem away and continue walking back to the hall.
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But Hermione was sooo. wrong about that.
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Draco's POV:
Oh my goodness! I can't believe scrawny little mudblood Granger can beat Goyle in a fight. He was never defeated before. Well, maybe everything always has its first. And last.
I can't deny that I'm particularly shock about Granger beating Goyle in his own game, but what surprised me most is that Granger has become a total hottie! Yep. Not that I don't approve of. She must have filled out on those places women should have and ooh.her slender legs that can be seen even though it is covered up by her robes. I bet that if she actually took off her baggy robe, the whole of the male population in Hogwarts will fall in love with her. Hard too. Not that I will. Potty and Weasel still do not know her changes and such. They are either too dumb which I would gladly agree or they actually noticed too much about their darling girl until they need to shush down a bit.
Hmm.I wonder why people are staring at me? Why oh why? Oh yeah, I'm still staring at the spot were Hermione stood without moving yet. HEY! When did I start to call her Hermione? But her name sounds so nice. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. I like the way her name rolls off my tongue. HEY.again. Why am I so intrigued by her name? I must be going crazy. I'm insane, oh I'm insane. Why am I saying that I'm insane? I really am going nuts. Okay, forget about it and walk.
I'm walking, walking, walking along the corridors of Hogwarts. Good. I've reached the hall. There is McGonagall standing like a prim lady. Wonder whether there is another side to her. Probably not.
Where is the Head Girl? I wonder who she is.I hope it's not Granger. But can't say that I'm thoroughly unhappy with that situation. With her hot body and all, when I'm with her, heads will turn. Wait, what am I thinking again? Damn it!
"Ouch!" I cry out. Damn it, a boy ran into my arm. How stupid.saying sorry is no use boy.
I pick up the boy by its collar and glare right at him. "Do you think sorry is enough boy? How old are you?"
"E-e-eleven," the boy timidly stutters out.
When I want to speak again, suddenly a soft voice of not my own appear in my head. 'He's head-boy! Omigosh! I'm dead I'm dead, he's so big size.Damn it, why must I meet him. He's a Slytherin some more.Help!'
My eyes widen in shock. I look at the boy in astonishment and then I quickly drop him. "Go, go before I change my mind," I snarl, still in shock.
"T-thank you sir," the boy says before running off to join his friends.
What is happening to me? All of a sudden I can read thoughts? What is this world coming to? It must be my imagination. Yep must be. Come on Draco Malfoy, you know you can't read thoughts. Yeah.
Okay, what am I suppose to do now? Go into the Great hall.
I walk and walk to the Great hall. But in the passing way through, more thoughts not of my own flooded my mind.
'Man! Look how hot he is.' 'Gosh, I hope she doesn't look this way.' 'Help, where is this mob of people bringing me to?' 'He must be a Hufflepuff. Look how timid he is?' And so on, so on.
Too heavy for me to handle. I grab hold of the nearest thing next to me, and luckily it is a small wooden table propped up next to the wall. Everyone is looking at me. Shit, how I wish I could tell them to go away and mind their own business, but I'm too weak to do that. Wait Draco, just wait.
I hold on to the table until everyone is gone from the corridor leading to the hall before I stand up. My head is becoming clear now, good. And I thought Granger was the only one becoming stranger and unusual. Better do some research on it.
I then carry on walking to the Great Hall for dinner.
Reaching the Slytherin table, I quickly seated myself at my usual place. I am going through the possibilities of what happened to me just now when suddenly, a great weight of a girl jump upon me. With a great "Ooof!" I push her off my lap.
"Pansy! Don't let your blundering ass come upon me again ever!" I shout, fixing a mean glare towards her.
Of course, Pansy being Pansy stays on the floor eyes brimming full with well-known tears. I stand up and slew away from the crybaby. When I get to the appropriate distance, the whining starts.
Pansy always cries, no matter what happens. She thinks she can get away with everything by crying her head off. I'm so sick of her constant whining of this and that and everything. I don't know what to say but she just makes me sick. Even by just looking at her I feel nauseous. I can't see anyone willing to be with her. Yeah, I went to the Yule ball with her during fourth year, but that is because Lucius wanted me to. If I didn't, I won't be even coming back to Hogwarts. He would have sent me to Durmstrang, which I really really do not want to. I always hate it whenever he plans to send me off to Durmstrang; it's a good thing that Mother always succeeds in throwing the plan off track. I love mother, but I don't know about my father. I mean he's always so disrespectful to me. When I gotten my Head Boy post, I thought father would be happy, but he wasn't. Instead he gave me the look of utter loathing and threw me off my feet yelling, "You didn't even beat the mudblood! How could you do that! I gave you so much and what you give me in return is this rubbish?"
Well father, thanks you so much for your concern, but you didn't gave me what I wanted. You gave me the world wonders, but not your being, your love. Sorry father for your lack of guidance. I bet you didn't even get Head Boy when you were in Hogwarts. So what position are you in to scold me? It's all because of Voldermort that you gotten your status in this world. If there weren't any Voldermort, would there be any fortune for us? I think not. All because of Grandfather Caliwp Malfoy selling his body to Voldermort. What a joke! How I also wish that I were going to be a normal kid. A kid who has parents that loves their children.
You only gave me a sister and 2 good friends. Crabbe and Goyle are definitely not the ones I consider my good friends. They're so stupid! But Blaise is and Lynette is too. Mother was the one who introduced them to me, so of course I find them trustworthy, but the two of them also has proved in some other way that they are going to be good friends to me. My sister, the only joy at home. Well, mother is also another joy in the house, but she always hides behind father's back. Not much fun there. Jacintha Malfoy is my sister. Well capable in school and dark arts. She's in her 6th year now, top student too. She's very mature too, though sometimes she has this cheeky and naughty side in her that leads her to practical trouble, in which I have to pull her out of it. But all the same, she's great fun!
Oh! Here comes Blaise.
"Hey bud!" Blaise says, patting me on my back lightly, sitting down on the chair beside me.
"Hey there Blaise. How's your holiday?" I answer.
Blaise shrugs and replies, "Quite alright, though dad and mum well.they.you know." He shifts around his chair awkwardly.
I nod briskly and smile encouragingly to him.
Blaise gives a smile expressing his thanks. He looks around the hall and pretends (or I think he pretended) to look surprise as the food suddenly appears before us. He turns around and grins widely, "Well, the foods here. It's chow time!" He takes a bowl of hot chicken soup and slurps it up greedily. Blaise then takes the pitcher of pumpkin juice, pouring the contents of it into his goblet until it's full up to the brim.
I look at him interestingly before gobbling down my food. But as I reach out for another fish fillet, suddenly I feel my goblet rising from beneath my arm. I look at it to find that it is really rising up. I look around the hall to see the whole room's goblets rising up together, but only the water joins, the goblets, once empty fell to the floor with a huge clatter. The water starts moving, but to where? I glance at the direction it's heading and find that the water is heading towards Weasley. The Ronald Weasley, not Virginia Weasley. Haha.fat chance of ducking Weasley. Good, he's wet, so is the other Weasley. Well, too bad though. But I wonder, who made the water come together as one? Oh well, never mind. Probably it is one of the teachers getting tired of the Weasel's antics.
I reach out for the fish fillet again as the water incident made me not to take it. As I hold it, I then feel colder than usual and the fillet in between my fingers is cold. Wondering what in the world happened I turn to Blaise. He too, was looking at his food oddly. Actually, everyone is.
Blaise mutters, "What happened?"
"I don't know," I say. I seem to find something missing around here when I noticed Lynette wasn't here. Thus I ask Blaise, "Hey, where's Lynette?"
Blaise gives a minor shrug indicating that he doesn't know. I look away.
I glimpse at the Gryffindor table for a short while, before something interesting held my eyes. Harry and Weaselette talking in hush voices. But what is more interesting is that after they talk, Weaselette closes her eyes momentarily and all of a sudden, the temperature went back to normal, making everything turn back to normal, even the fillet that I'm holding. Since it was so hot, I drop it. And again, I thought I was the only odd one here with all that extra voices in my head. Thinking about it, there are voices in my head. Oh damn it! When I thought I could be free for once.geez.help!
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Oh well.this is a good one. Rowena's descendant is smart, but a little off.
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Harry's POV:
"You know Harry, Chudley Cannons latest chaser is Jerome Kensils. It seems to me that she has a very good ability to fly fast and strong. Hell, she can even. ." Ron's voice kept growing faint and faint as we walk towards the Great Hall for dinner.
Then all of a sudden "WHAM!" something kind of like hit me in the head, causing me to lose my balance while walking. I stumble unto the hard stone ground.
"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?" Ron says, with a concern look on his face. But the unusual thing is that when Ron spoke, it sounds so loud, like a blaring trumpet right at my ear. And believe me, it hurts a lot. Maybe he did yell right at my ear.
"Ron! Stop yelling! And I'm alright," say I, trying to stand up. But as I put my hands on the ground, another sensation runs through me. Three words to describe the sensation. Cold, dirty, hard. Thing is, the sensation that ran through me is stronger than anyone who would have expected. Like how? It feels cold, like you're standing out in the snow without any clothes on. Dirty, like you haven't bathe in weeks or months. Hard, like if you punch your fist through it, not only your wrist would break, but your whole bones in the body itself would break too.
I am still wondering about the new sensation within me when suddenly, Ron's very loud voice break my flow of thoughts. "Harry, what are you still doing on the floor? Come on and get up. I'll help you."
"Ron! Can you please stop shouting? My head is hurting by it!" I say. Ron gave me a blank look.
"But I wasn't shouting at all. You must be going bonkers!" Ron says, eyebrows furrowing.
"You weren't?" I ask incredibly, wondering what on earth just happened.
"Yeah!" Ron says.
"Oh!" I ponder on for a little while before standing up, feeling the same sensation rising as I touch the ground to push myself up. "Okay, let's go Ron!"
As I brush my robe to get the dust and dirt off, another strong feeling shot through me again. Except that it isn't coldness, dirtiness and hardness. But a soft and comfortable feeling. Oh my goodness.what is happening to me? Why do I feel that my sense of touch and hear is getting more and more sensitive? I sincerely hope that my other senses won't be that sensitive, if they do, I can actually call myself a total freak. Out of the muggle world and out of the wizarding world.
Ron and I start to walk to the Great hall where we'll meet the other students for dinner. Oh man! My stomach is grumbling way too loudly for my ears.damn it!
Hmm.why does the Great Hall look so near, yet I'm still walking? I can even see the people there. Oh look! There's Fred and George Weasley. I wonder why they are here. They already graduated from here a few years back. Better ask Ron than to come up with my own hunches.
"Ron, why is Fred and George here? Aren't they already graduated from Hogwarts?" I ask him who is still walking by my side.
"Well Harry, Fred just told me and Ginny that they're coming to Hogwarts. For what reason I do not know, but I have a hunch that they are teaching us some stuff or something," Ron replies to me in a soft voice.
"What? They're teaching us?" My face turns into one of astonishment. "Oh, and thanks for speaking soft. I wonder why today my ears feel a little more sensitive than other times."
"You're welcome," Ron says sheepishly.
I look at the direction towards the Great Hall again, when I see a certain beautiful redhead together with her friends chit-chatting along. Whoa! Her laughter is so beautiful. How I wish that she is by my side. The way she laughs, the way she moves around, the way she carries off herself is so charismatic, so captivating.
I keep on looking at her when suddenly, a boy with brown hair and heliotrope eyes came over to hug her and kiss her gently on the head. A feeling grew inside of me. Disappointment, jealousy. I clutch my fists until I felt my nails pierce through my skin, into my flesh, drawing blood. But when I open my fists, there wasn't even blood there. Just some marks my nails made. Funny, the feeling I had was like my whole fist was covered in blood made by the nails. Really funny.
"Hey Harry, look at that boy there coddling Ginny. How on earth did she get a boyfriend that Eew!?" Ron shudders.
I turn around to Ron and ask him, "Ron, do you know him? What is his name?"
"His name is Rick McFosq. And yes I know him. Ginny brought him to the burrow during the summer. He is such a prick. I wonder why Ginny's taste in boys is so lousy. Can't she see that he is way too dumb? I bet she can't. Oh never mind," Ron answers.
"Hmm.you don't approve?" I ask Ron.
"Of course not! She's much better off with someone.someone.someone like you!" Ron replies with much difficulty.
I felt a ridiculous shot of hope through my heart when Ron said that. No wonder I am friends with him. Oh well, but that isn't the only reason why I'm with him okay? There are more.
Good, we've reached the Great Hall. Now we're going to sit in our usual places at the Gryffindor table. Oh yeah, where's Hermione? She must be off to do some Head-Girl business I guess.
Hmm.where is that nice smell coming from? It smells like.like.food! But hey, the food isn't even on the table yet? How come I can smell it? I can even...even...taste it! Lemon chicken.Mutton.beef.cabbages.even Yogurt! Better ask Ron about this.
"Ron, do you smell or taste anything?" I ask him.
"No. Why?" Ron replies in curiousity. Then his face turns into a big smile and added, "Maybe you're even hungrier than me. That's why you're dreaming about those food scents right?"
"Umm.yeah yar." I say.
Ron giggles.
Oh look! Hermione is here. But why does she look so odd? Like she's figuring out something. Probably about her studies. She always studies even during the summer. Ginny isn't even here yet. Oh well.I then shrug the whole problem of my 5 senses and about Hermione looking odd to carry on with my days.
When I enter the Great Hall, my eyes scan the room for any sight of Hermione, which I can't see, so too bad. Okay, we're going over to the Gryffindor table.
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Another person shrugging off their signs.sad.
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Ginny's POV:
I am talking to my friends about girl stuff.
"Hey Ginny! Do you know that Prince William in the Muggle world is so cute?" Josie says with a dreamy look on her face.
"No Josie. I've never even heard of him," I reply.
"Oh well, too bad for you then," Josie giggles her head off.
"Oh look Ginny, your boyfriend is here," Kimberly says emphasizing on the word 'boyfriend'.
I scowl at Kim before turning behind to face Rick.
"Hey there baby. How are you?" Rick says with care, hugging me.
Probably with fake concern.
"I'm alright Rick," say I, trying to get out from Rick's embrace.
To my utter disbelief, Rick kissed me on the forehead, before letting me go. Argh! I feel like kicking Rick in the shins before storming off to eat my dinner in the Great Hall. Talking about food, I think I already lost my appetite. ALL BECAUSE OF RICK.and probably Kimberly too. She was the one who set me up with Rick. And because of a stupid truth or dare game, I'm stuck with him. Damn it!
Better move into the hall before Kim and Josie talks about anything embarrassing.
"Hey, Kim. Josie. I'll go into the Great Hall first yeah?" I ask them.
"Huh? You're not talking anymore? Rick just came you know?" Kim says.
"Yeah, give me some time right, baby?" Rick pleads.
"I'm too hungry" -My foot- "Got to go meet Hermione, Ron and Harry too," say I, making up an excuse. Well, maybe food wise, but not the trio. I really do want to meet them and I also told Hermione about meeting her too.
Before anyone can say anything, I walk off leaving the three of them behind talking all sorts of nonsense.
Okay, I've entered the Great Hall. Where are Harry, Ron and Hermione? Oh yar, there is Harry and Ron. But where's Hermione? Oh, there she is.
I walk towards the three of them in the Gryffindor table and sat directly opposite them.
"Hey there!" I greet.
"Hello Ginny!" the three of them says in unison. Will wonder never cease?
"How's your summer, Hermione and Harry?" I ask.
"Wonderful! Sirius just bought a new house and it looks great. May be a little small, but there's only the two of us living in the house itself, so no probs! I did a few manual labours together with Sirius to clean up the house and to build the garden. I think it looks fantastic!" Harry rambles out his summer to us.
I smile warmly at him before saying, "That's great Harry! So would you invite us over to have a small slumber party?"
"Oh yeah! That reminds me. Sirius said that you all can come over to my house during one of the holidays," Harry says.
"That'll be great!" I reply, sipping some water in my goblet that is laid on the red wooden table.
Now, readers. In case you're wondering how on earth Sirius got to buy a house with Harry, let me tell you this. Sirius just got his name cleared. How? I do not know. All I know is that Peter Pettigrew isn't captured, so how Sirius got his name cleared I do not know. Plus he actually came back to life after he 'died' at the Ministry of Magic. How? I also do not know. Only Harry knows I guess.
"My summer wasn't that bad. My parents brought me to Greece and Italy. You should see the leaning tower of Pisa in Italy. It's so majestic! A building leaning on its side without falling down. Probably suspended by magic, I think, but all the same it's great. I also love the temples in Greece. The golden statues inside there were wonderful! I saw a few statues on Zeus, as people there believe that Zeus is the King of Gods. They were fascinating!" Hermione says about her holidays with her parents, eyes glowing with pride and excitement.
"And I thought you read the whole library already. Why do you still find things so captivating when you already know it all?" Ron directs this question to Hermione.
Obviously Hermione was a little pissed off by that remark, so she retorts, "Well, Ron. It doesn't mean that once I read it I can actually see it for myself right? It's much more better seeing it yourself than just reading about it and never go to experience it."
"Sheesh! You don't have to go about rambling on it!" Ron says, not wanting to lose the argument he obviously started.
Ooh! How I wish I could pour some water on Ron. He knows what will happen if Hermione loses her temper. Things will go berserk!
Surprisingly, as I wish for some water pouring on my brother, the water in everyone's goblet started to rise, joining together. It's coming towards us. Argh!
Hey no, it's coming towards Ron! Everyone is looking! (And ducking too.)
"SLOSH!" the water came right at Ron before he could duck! But bad news, I'm also wet, as I didn't duck too.
"Damn it!" I shout.
"What in the cursing mother hole just happen?" Ron yells angrily, hands waving about in desperation.
"WEASLEYS LANGUAGE!" the shouts from the entire Professors chorus.
"Sorry," Ron and I sheepishly says.
Everyone in the hall who witnessed the incident snickers, though still quite in shock at the water.
I mean, is it just me or did the water came up by itself? I think it's the initial. I was the one who splashed the water onto my brother? Yeah, probably I did wish for it? But for it to come true? I've never heard of it. Don't think about this yet Ginny. Assure yourself that you're still a normal witch. Besides, no one knew that you were the one who did it right?
Okay, gotten over it. Oh goody! Foods here! Oh, and baddie. Rick the Ravenclaw is here.
I scowl.
"Hey Gin, how's your mates?" Rick says hugging me again. "Oh, and hi there erm.Gin's brother! Sorry, I forgot you name."
Ron also scowls at him before growling a greeting. Though the after words are much more vulgar and incoherent.
"I'm fine Rick. Go over to where Kim is okay? And tell Josie to come here at once," says I, holding off the disgust in my voice. And when Rick left with a "sure baby!" and I yell a "thanks!" after him, I roll my eyes and turn back to the trio.
I grab a lemon chicken off one of the plates and started chomping down on it as what Ron is doing now. Hermione is taking her own sweet time while Harry. Well, Harry is kind of lost in space just staring at the chicken. Wonder why.
I'm feeling a little hot here, and it's not boys. It's about the temperature itself. Aaah! So hot, how I want to remove my robes to feel cooler. I wonder how come the other students don't realize this.
When I try to grab a hot chicken wing off a gold platter, it stung my fingers as it is way too hot and I muttered a, "Damn it! I wish this hall is more colder adding to that the food is cooler."
Apparently, my wish (or you can say wishes as I made two) came true. Surprising yeah? I also think so too. Oh well, tell you the details.
After I said that, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped to I presume a 6 degrees Celsius. Harry was looking at me as I think he had heard my words. I turned towards the High Table and also found Snape and Dumbledore looking at me.
Feeling a little surprised, I stood up to look around the Hall. People were looking quite odd at each other wondering why on earth the temperature in the warm, cozy hall became so cold, each of them rubbing their arms to create some warmth in them.
I looked down at Harry and he mouthed to me, "Is it you who did this?" His eyes were wide with curiousity.
I stared at him and whispered, "I don't know."
His eyes went back to normal and he motioned me to sit down, so as to talk to me. I sat carefully and listened.
"It seems to me that after you said those words, the temperature went down. What about if you wish for it to go back to normal? Will it be the same?" he asked, leaning forward onto the table whispering.
"I don't know whether I was the one who did this. I can wish again, but I don't think that it is ever going to happen," I said.
Harry looked as if he was fighting an internal battle in his head before he answered, "Try."
I nodded, closing my eyes and then thought of making the temperature back to normal again. I then opened my eyes.
Warmth flooded my very veins back again. Harry was looking at me incredulously, muttering words like, and "Man.Whoa and I thought I was the only one"
I raised an eyebrow at him. Harry glanced at me and went down to chomping his food.
I then decide to let this thing pass for a while only, as I know that it wouldn't be easy or simple as what people thought.
I carry on eating my food, but my chicken wing had gone cold.
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Helga's descendant is quite smart too.but I think Harry has his suspicion on her.
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