Chapter 1:
With My Own Two Hands- Ben Harper
I can change the world
With my own two hands
Make a better place
With my own two hands
Make a kinder place
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands
I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands
I can clean up the earth
With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands
One balmy October night, while Albus Dumbledore was awaiting the arrival of Harry for his lessons, an unexpected visitor arrived.
"Ah, good evening Sybil." Dumbledore addressed Professor Trelawny. Her mouth opened to respond, but snapped shut as her eyes glazed over. When she spoke her usually airy voice took on harsh tones.
"Two equals, but two opposites. Their love, strength, and unity will allow them to overcome their differences and their pasts of hate. Their hearts will beat as one, their souls intertwine, and they will unite our world against the dark."
Dumbledore stared flabbergasted at Trelawny. He knew of Harry's prophecy to destroy Lord Voldemort, but that was killing one man. Uniting the wizarding world? Hearts beating as one? Who could these people possibly be? All of these thoughts swam through Dumbledore's head.
"Was there anything you needed Sybil?" He asked when his thought process had finally slowed down.
"Oh, no, sorry Albus. I'll just be going now." With that Trelawny left and Dumbledore returned to his jumbled thoughts.
A task, given to him by a man he despised. This man was the reason his father was now in Azkerban. To think he looked up to that thing when he was younger. Dreamt that he would one day serve him faithfully. No, it wasn't even a man. It had no feelings, no pity, and no remorse. This thing, his parents master, his Lord of Darkness. Lord Voldemort, a name few dared utter. The mark on his arm attested to the task he must now perform, a constant searing pain to make his eyes water. However, for the sake of his family he must do these things. Draco Malfoy was alone. No one could help him with this. He would do as he was told.
This year would be different; Draco could tell. All through the train journey to Hogwarts he knew something life altering would happen. His mother had thought so also. "Tread carefully Draco. Follow your heart and you will be alright." She had told him as he boarded the Hogwarts express. If only Narcissa Malfoy knew how much those words would come to mean.
Hermione Granger had spent as much time as was safe at her parents house during the holidays. It was only a few days after leaving Hogwarts that Arthur Weasley came and took her to The Burrow where she would be amongst the Order of the Phoenix.
She was glad to be going back to Hogwarts. It was there she had always found solace. It was a difficult time to be a muggle-born witch, and no one in the past had made her life harder than Draco Malfoy and his constant ridiculing. Oh how she wished he would just revert back to his ferret form from fourth year.
This year was different. Some students had been pulled out of school by concerned parents. Others were grieving recent losses. Hermione personally thought that this was just the calm before the storm. The war was coming, and soon. It would not be long before the entire wizarding world would face a hurricane.