Discussions, Confessions and Transformations.
This story is about Draco and Hermione. During 7th year after the War. Good old Voldemort is dead. Several people came back to Hogwarts to finish their 7th year. Dumbledore is not dead and remains Headmaster.
Draco's preface
The pain was excruciating. Father told me this would happen when I became of age. Why do I have some blood of a fucking Veela?
I hate this.
Another wave of pain shot through me. It set my body on fire, every nerve in my body felt as if it were burnt. I had a crazy thought; will I get burn marks? It feels like that. But I already knew I wouldn't get those, the fire was inside of me and to get burn marks the fire would have to be on the outside of my body.
I looked at my watch. 4.20 am, damn. I've been lying in pain since the clock struck twelve which made it my birthday precisely.
Another wave coursed through me. ''FUCK MY VEELA BLOOD!'' I screamed out in anguish.
It was now 6.00 am and the pain had finally stopped. Well I am glad that's over.
Father told me that there might be some changes in my personality and looks. So I jumped out of my bed to take a look at myself in the mirror. I peeled my clothes off and began to search for the physical changes.
Wow.
I got tall, real tall. I was now a good 6'6 foot. My hair got longer; it now fell a little into my eyes. My eyes had changed from blue-greyish to pure silver. Not to mention my muscles! I now have a to-die-for six pack. Whew, my little fellow got a few inches bigger too. I grinned at that.
There was a certain glow around me. I can't describe it, but it looked like I was radiating.
All of the sudden I felt lost. What was this feeling? Like a part of me was missing. I'd better figure that out soon.
Hermione's Preface;
When you become of age, you will change most severely. How I cannot tell you, for I don't know. Be prepared for everything that might happen, because maybe death will change you. The sentence Dumbledore said kept chanting in my head. He knew for it such a long time all ready, for he was there when the prophecy was made.
What will happen?
Here I was. On my birthday. All alone at home. Dumbledore had sent me home and told me to come back when I was ready.
I still remember how he looked when he told me about the prophecy, he looked sorrowful. Like he was afraid of what might happen to me.
I was getting tired of sitting still. I decided to talk a walk around my neighbourhood. After several minutes of walking pointlessly I stopped becauseI heard a strange noise.
I turned around to see if someone was following me but I saw no one. I quickened my pace and took a short cut through a dark and narrow alley.
I looked over my shoulder again but didn't see a thing.
I was practically running now when several Cracks! Stopped me. I couldn't deny it. Those were the sounds of people disapparating. I closed my eyes, hoping that I had fallen asleep and that it all was a bad dream because surely that wasn't Bellatrix Lestrange who stood in front of me. Too bad, it wasn't a dream. I turned around only to see the face of Dolohov. Fuck. This can't be good.
"Hello, Mudblood. Happy birthday." Dolohov said.
Surely they couldn't know...Right?
"How...?"
"The Dark Lord always knows, you filthy little Mudblood!" Bellatrix said.
"What will you do with me?" I asked.
"Nothing particular. Kill you, put you back in your house, and make it look like suicide." Dolohov replied like it was nothing.
Was this it?
"At least do a good job guys. I don't want you to get in trouble." I said with the sweetest voice I could produce.
Bellatrix looked shocked. "We won't disappoint you." She said.
A mere whisper of the lips, a jet of green light and I was gone.