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From Youikina
The air stung of many different types of in-scents. This is normal in the Divination classroom. The smells all clashed together, making it every hard to breathe. During this class, he would not be paying attention. Today is different, Umbridge is supervising the Divination class. It appears she does not like the subject very well. He was sitting up strait in his seat, so he would no incur another detention from the toad in pink.
"Now children, listen," snapped Trelawney. This is not normal behavior from the witch. If she did not meet Ministry standards, she would be kicked out of Hogwarts. He could understand how desperate she is because to many people Hogwarts is their home.
"This is a prophecy most of you from Wizarding families will know. Three children were friends of old. The first friend was kind and loyal above all. The second friend was jealous and prayed to his female god. The third was the strongest of the all. Torn apart during waring time, they all had to die for this planet to survive. These children shall be reborn with many a friend and family a like. Should they be treated well, this world shall survive. Should they be treated bad, then the entire planet is in danger. Now children, this is called The Great Children Prophesy. This was created by the seer Inigo Imago, in the seventeenth century. This prophecy was heard in the middle of voting for Minister," started Trelawney as she walked across the room, trying to to tremble every time Umbridge stared her down.
"Fear immediately spread throughout the Wizarding World and soon abuse almost stopped. So new laws and regulations were put in place to make sure no kids are the three friends of old. Any questions," asked Trelawney quietly.
Hands shot into the air. Hermiones hand was up at the speed of a bullet. With a slight smile, Trelawney called on Hermione.
"Professor, has this prophecy come true yet," asked Hermione as Umbridges lips became a small white line on her face. Her face quickly turned back into a sadist sweet smile.
"No, Miss Granger. This prophecy has yet to come true. What shall we do when these three friends of old return," asked Trelawney back at her.
"We shall kill these friends of old before they have a chance to destroy the world," said Umbridge, as she gave her worst smile yet.
Looking at the Crystal ball in front of him, he saw something move in it. It was a flash of blond.
"Sephirtoh!"
Slowly, he looked around. It was best not to draw attention to himself with Trelawney speaking about a prophecy that could possibly get him killed. No one was looking shocked, only the usual bored looks that happened in this class a lot.
A sharp pain in his rib caused him to look over at Hermione. She mentioned for him to pay attention with a wave of her hand. Giving her a slight nod, he turned his attention back to Trelawney.
She went on about a few more prophecies before they were allowed to leave the Divination class room. As soon as he was out of that classroom, he gave a big gulp of air. He thought he would have died of suffocated in that room.
Something about this prophecy felt weird to him, like it was familiar. To avoid any confrontation with Umbridge, he quickly headed to the Gryffindor Common room.
Maybe this prophecy could explain the dreams he has been having? These dreams filled him with more fear then Voldemort himself. In these dreams, he was in a completely white room called a lab. It looked a little like the hospital wing but had machines in it. There was this smell in the air that reminded him of the cleaning products at the Dursleys.
Then there was this man named Hojo. This man scared him. He hated this man with all his might. This man would cut him open, inject him with glowing liquid, and mutter things under his breathe.
He dreamed about training with a big sword, and then killing a man, who looked of Asian descent.
Then he would have another dream about the lab that would leave him screaming when he woke.
What should he do?
He couldn't go to a teacher, they would give him to the Ministry on the spot. With a sigh, he hoped that for one night he could have a good nights sleep with no night terrors.
As soon as his head hit the fluffy pillow, he was out.
He was cutting through monsters and men. He did not want to kill them . However, if he followed orders, it meant more time out of that terrible lab and away from Hojo.
These men were called Wutai soldier and he could not tell a single one apart. This battle was not very exciting. They were so weak, they were not worth a limit break.
Suddenly, he was surrounded by mounds of paperwork. Seven stacks covered the desk and there were many more on the ground. There was no coffee in the coffee machine and he was out of chocolate. His blesses chocolate is no longer here. Who took it? It was the only way he could get through this much paperwork!
He didn't want to do this paperwork that had been forced on him by those... Who were those people? He could not remember. Right now all he wanted to do was hang out with his friends.
Then he was standing on something big and looking at the clouds.
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus and take to the skies. Ripples form on the waters surface. The wandering soul knows no rest," was heard behind him.
As he turned around to look at his friends, he was surrounded by flames of a burning town. The screams of the people didn't seem to reach his ears. It felt like he was in a daze.
"Sephiroth!"
Shooting up, he looked around to see Neville panting hard on his bed. Neville was trying to control his breathe, like himself.
What did this mean?
"Are you alright Harry," asked Neville as he looked at him slowly. It looked for a second like he was looking over and enemy that was ready to attack.
With a fierce shake of his head, he saw Neville nod at him. Neville seemed to understand.
Ron's snore ripped through the awkward silence, causing them both to jump. Without saying a word, Neville turned and laid back down.
Taking the incentive, he laid back down and tried to calm down his terrified heart. It seemed like hours past, but he knew it was mere minutes. The blankets he had around him is pulled up. Taking a look over his shoulder, he saw Neville mentioning him to move over. With a small nod, he made room for his friend. Neville crawled into his bed and it did not take long for them to fall asleep because this was the first time they both felt truly safe.
The warm breeze hit his face before he opened his eyes.
"Come on Seph," he heard from his right. Looking over, he saw a man smiling back at him. It took a second for it to him him before he realized that this man in front of him was Neville!
His friend has a huge sword hanging from his back! How can he even lift that thing?
Looking around, he saw they were in a field of weird trees. On those trees were purple apples. Gently, he plucked an apple from a nearby tree. These apples were a favorite of... someone he knew.
"Go on Seph. Try it," said Neville or who ever he was. Biting into the apple, he hummed at the delicious taste.
"This is delicious Angeal," he said to the man, who was smiling at him. Angeal gave a sigh then turned to grab an apple for himself.
"We should head back up before ******* starts throwing his fireballs," laughed Angeal before heading up the hill.
His vision went black as he watched his friend.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that Neville was staring right back into his. The main thing was is that Neville's eyes were glowing bright blue.
"Angeal," he whispered in a voice too low for any human to hear.
"Sephiroth," Neville whispered back.
"We must not tell anyone about this. Also, we should get up before we get caught by the other boys," he whispered before Neville jumped out of the bed, grabbed his clothes and headed toward the bathroom.
With a smile, he gathered his clothes and waited for Neville to get out of the bathroom.
Neville stepped out of the bathroom, allowing him to go in.
Turning around to look in the mirror, he saw bright green cat-eyes looking back at him. Then the roots of his hair were completely silver. Not a dirty gray. They were a very beautiful silver. His hair was reaching his shoulder. People would definitely notice this. Maybe he could play it off as a prank gone bad?
As soon as he got dressed, he noticed he grew about two inches. It took a little transfiguration but his cloths now fit.
Walking out of the bathroom, started to head down to the Great Hall. Most of the Gryffindors were still sleeping. When they stepped in to the Great Hall, they noticed that most of the Ravenclaw and Slytherin houses were already here eating.
Choosing to ignore the looks they were getting, they head up to McGonnigal, who was eating.
"Professor," said Neville timidly. McGonnigal looked up at them and froze. He noticed a slight smile on her face.
"I think I got messed up with one of Fred and George's pranks. Nothing we tried could change my hair back to normal," said Harry before McGonnigal nodded at him. This would take some suspicion off them for now.
"He is not the only one, Professor McGonnigal," said Draco coming up with Blaise right beside him. All of Blaise's hair is gone! The boy was looking a little weird. Draco slowly pulled of his hat to show a brownish red color that took up all of his root. His face contorted in humiliation.
"After classes all four of you will go to Madam Pomfrey to get a check up," said McGonnigal as she gave him the hardest glare.
"Yes Professor," they all managed to say at once. They each headed back to their own table before sitting down and eating.
He was trying to eat a healthy breakfast but it hard to ignore the chocolate in front of him.
Soon, Ronald and Hermione came down and were glaring at him for leaving earlier then them.
He really care what those traitors thought. During last year, he followed them when they said they were going to the library. Ron going to the library on his own. He thought hell froze over.
He was walking with stealth he gained at the Dursleys. He is following his best friends but they were not going to the library.
"Can you believe Potter," he heard before looking around to see who it came from. The only people in this hallway is Ron and Hermione and him.
"If I have to save his hide one more time, I am just going to leave him to die," he heard the words as Ron's mouth was moving. Ron could not be saying those things about him. He was his friend. Wasn't he?
Tears began to roll him eyes as Hermione responded," I know what you mean Ron. Who knew our savior would be so pathetic? He wonders why he doesn't have any friends besides us. He is so stupid. That idiot can't seem to figure out we drive everyone off. Well besides Malfoy."
Hermione voice was cold and harsh as it cut right into his heart.
"Potter does not seem to understand that he was the one who insulted Malfoy by not shaking his hand. How can he be the heir to Potter estate if he does know how to treat a fellow heir? That is right Dumbledore didn't teach him so he could take control of the Potter Estate when Potter turns seventeen," said Ron before giving a very cruel laugh.
"Let go speak to Dumbledore and go to bed," said Hermione. He would not call her Hermione anymore. Her name from now on would be Granger.
He carefully began making his way to the cold dungeons. Making his way to the Slytherin common room. He needed to speak to Draco.
He tapped the portrait of the sleeping man. The man's eyes opened to glare at him.
"Could you please go get Draco Malfoy. I need to have a word with him," he asked the portrait. The portrait man gave him a slight nod. A second later and he was gone. Then another second later, the door opened to slow a annoyed Draco Malfoy.
"May I have a word with you privately," he asked the blond. The blond gave him a look over before giving a nod. Without warning, the blond turned around and started to walk back into the common room. He made sure to stay right behind the blond heir. They stopped in the center of the room and Malfoy gave a wave at the couch
There was no one else in the Slytherin Common Room. .
With a smile, Harry took a seat and looked at Draco to do the same. The Slytherin common room has not changed at all in the last two years. It is to be expected, the Gryffindor common room is the same too.
"Malfoy, first I need to Apologize. I did not know that I insulted you when I refused your friendship first year," he said before Draco raised an eyebrow.
"I was raised by magic-hating muggles. You reminded me of how my cousin acted and I knew nothing about my inheritance. I only just found out I am the heir to two estates," he said before Draco held up his hand. Instantly, he went silent.
"You mean to tell me that you have no idea how to act like an heir," said Draco with a slight drawl. How is it that Malfoy always made him feel humiliated.
"Yes. I only thought I just had a trust vault. I don't even have my keys," said Harry before he noticed Draco's eyes went wide.
"Potter, the keys are not suppose to leave the family. Get a hold of Gringotts and demand the get locks for the vaults and keep the keys there until you personally go in. Then tell them that you have to prove you are Harry Potter by a blood test. We can make the letter right now. Send this letter to Lord Ragnok and demand he run an investigation of the Potter vault," said Draco. The normally scowling blond grabbed paper, ink, and a quill with an intense look on concentration on his face.
"We are going to write this as many times as possible to make sure it is written perfectly and that it is proper," said Draco, as he gave the quill to Harry.
An hour later, the letter was sent and Draco started to teach Harry on how a heir should act. They were going to have lessons to make sure he knew everything about being an heir and a future Lord.
He gave a smiled as he continued on his back back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Ouch," came from beside him.
As he gave a look to his left, he saw a girl. She must be a first year Hufflepuff. This girl is laying on the ground. She must have tripped. She has tears running down her face. Her brown hair covered most of her face from view but he could instantly tell she has been crying for a while.
"Why are you crying," slipped out of his mouth. The girls head gave a jerk and looked at him.
"Weasley told me that I was so ugly no one would ever want to be my friend. He also said because I was a duffer, I would get no where in life," she said, not bothering to look him in the face.
He went right in front of her, kneeled beside the fallen girl. Gently grasping the sides of her face, he forced her to look at him.
"Now you listen to me. Do not worry about what other people think. Since I was forced into this tournament, I have been belittle, tormented, and ignored. Ronald Weasley is a boy who is jealous of all those around him. He does not see the beauty in the little things. He will never know the true joys of happiness, but you do. However, if you let little things like this bother you then you will not know happiness either. Come on, let us get you to your Common Room. I have been late loads of times, but it does not look good on a first year," he said as he let go of her face, grasped her hand, and used his weight as leverage to get her up.
Soon they met Cedric Diggory.
"Hello Cedric, I have found one of your first years," he said smiling at the blond. The seventh year decided to give him look over quick before smiling back at him.
"Thank you for bringing her to me Harry," said Cedric.
"It was no problem," said Harry before he gave the girl a strong look.
"Go take a shower and go to bed. You will feel much better in the morning," he ordered before he gave a nod to Cedric. Soon he was able to hear them walking back to their Common room.
He needed as much sleep as he could get. Tomorrow, he starts heir-ship training.
He smiled at the memory. Not only did he gain good standing with the Hufflepuff house, he gained several friend in the Slytherin house.
Blaise Zabini was a very loyal friend, who was mostly silent. He would get his hands dirty but was mostly professional all the time. He hated being in bright rooms.
Draco was a narcissistic bastard, who loved fashion. Every time they would meet, he would style Harry's hair somehow. Draco Malfoy did one thing that was thought impossible. He straightened Harry's hair once. All it took was a calming rune engraved on a comb.
Pansy was the main fashion nut. She would tell him what types of clothes were acceptable at certain parties. She also had this thing to trying to get him in leather. Draco told him that he looked damn fine.
There was the fact that with their help, he was able to bind Dobby and Winky to him for him to send messages easily. His first job for them was to return got down and collect what was left of the basilisk for potion ingredients and to sell the skin for robes.
"Harry," was heard in front of him, snapping him out of his day dream. It took all of his will power not to glare at the bitch who dared call herself his friend.
"What is Lee doing," asked Ron from his left.
Looking to hid right, he saw Lee Jorden doing squats. This site seemed normal somehow. Like he has seen this many times before.
"Lee why are you doing squats," he asked the red head, who turned to him. Lee has a confused look on his face.
"I feel so full of energy. I just have to do this, but I don't know why," said Lee in the middle of doing a squat.
"Lee calm down,yo," said one of the twins. He could not tell if it was Fred or George.
"That is it. Potter, Jorden, the weasley twin that said go, Malfoy, Zabini, get to Madam Pomfreys now," said McGonnigal, loud enough to be heard over everyone, but it did not sound like yelling.
To not anger the witch, they all stood up and headed to the hospital wing.
That is all for now
Youkina