A/N - Sorry to update so late, Mom wouldn't let me on the computer, then my cousins laptop froze and now I have to re-type this this, so read!
Chapter Four
"Good morning," Greeted Professor Dumbledore early the next morning. "Now I know you all are excited to be off, but first I must inform you of something. At every school you attend there will be oth an Indtroductory and Farewell Ball on the first and final Friday of your stay reapectively. You are required to dance both the first and the final dances at both. You have from now until 9 o'clock when your respective trains leave to procure proper dress robes."
"Thank you Professor." They all chorused.
"Wait. Before you leave, let me remind you all of something. No matter you present feeling toward each other, be they of hate, love, ore indifference, you are representing this school and this countrey. Fail to do this well, and I assure you, there will be consequences." Snape told them all murderously.
On the way out, Draco called out to Padma and Hermione, saying, "Hey! Wait up!"
"What do you want Ferret?" Hermione queried.
"Sorry, Granger. You know, as we're stuck together for the next year, you may want to think about extending me some common courtesy. I called out to ask if you two had proper dress robes. Never mind then."
As he stalked off, Padma asked Hermiopne, "What do you think he would have said if he'd seen you all made up?"
"Probaby something along the lines of, 'Whose face did you steal Granger? Because I know that one isn't yours,' or the like."
"Probably."
"It feels a bit disorienting to be all bushy haired again."
"It's not your fault McGonagall dumped you out of bed so early. Besides, it'll make Draco's reaction to the new you all the more interesting."
"True enough on both accounts. See you later Padma."
"See you Hermione."
As the girls parted, Draco was pacing in his room. He couldn't seem to get that pretty brunette who'd been talking to Padma on the train out of his head. I'm going bonkers.
Granger had been on his mind as well lately. There was something different aboput her this year, Stupid Mudblood.
Later, just before the trains left, Professor McGonagall gave them all a package. "Students," she said, "Professor Dumbledore has been asked by the Misistry to havce several students test out some new ideas. They apparently are teying to incorporate magic with Muggle things. He has agreed as this will help you all get to know one another better. These items have been altered to rub on magic rather than electricity. The numbers and screen-names of your fellow students are already programed in. This is how you use your mobile phine and your laptop..." By trhe end of her explanation, several students appeared amazed by how advanced Muggles were without magic.
"I wonder why Dumbledore agreed to this." Padma told Hermione on their way to the train.
"Probably to, as McGonagall said, help us get to know one another."
Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, waiting for Professor McGonagall to inform him that the students had recieved their Muggle items.
He smiled. It was an odd sort of smile. Rather creepy, in fact.
After recieving the message, he walked across the room to a trunk. Prifessor Moody had asked him to take it after he left a little over a year ago, stating, "I never want to see that bloody thing again."
Now it was his. He opened a compartment and plucked a head from the old man inside's head and added it to a flask. He wouldn't drink any right now. He'd been in this form for much too long.
Rolling his neck, Albus Dumbledore started to change. In place of the tall, blue-eyed man that had been there mere moments before, there was now a rather short, dark-haired man with odd golden eyes. Smiling crookedly, he murmered, "The bastards'll never k now what hit them." He then proceeded to the penseive and call up a memory. A small, scared-looking child came up and said in a sweet soprano;
The Dragon
And the Princess
Together shall be
Destined to win the war
A Princess
Of Purity
Hidden
From the Dark Lord
The Dragon
Raised to hate
She whom
He'd love
Their younglings
Are saviours
Chosen to be
Of greater power than before
A moment later another memory came up, of another child, a girl, this one rhyming;
Two Youths as different as day and night
A Slytherin and Gryffindor, they must unite
Together a child heir to raise
To save the world from these Dark Days
He had spent nearly two decades deciphering the first prophecy, and one decade deciphering the second. He was sure that the Slythering was also the Dragon and that that person was Draco Malfoy, a boy raise to hate Muggles and Muggle-borns. The Gryffindor Princess was obviously Hermione Granger. Hermione's parents had left all in Scotland when she was born for their dental practice, thus she was pure Muggle, hidden from the dark happenings in Scotland. Now he merely had to get them to fall for each other and steal their fistborns, likely twins.
This man's name was Jacob Forsecth.