Hey! Long time no see…or read, whatever! I went to see Harry Potter and now I'm rather agitated. I won't say too much for those who haven't seen it yet, but I will say that they cut out way too much for my tastes. I bawled my eyes out for the three reasons I gave you last chapter…except Sirius's death wasn't as tear jerking as I thought it would be. He died lamely and Hollywood didn't do much to make it better. Well, to make myself feel better, I started writing this chapter. Enjoy!
Behind Enemy Lines
Chapter 4- Ginny's plan and the Seven Chosen
Ginny arrived at Luna's house in a timely fashion. She walked up the front steps of Luna's humble abode and knocked on the door. There was a commotion inside and the door was opened. Mr. Lovegood looked down at Ginny.
"Oh hello Ginny!" He exclaimed. The redhead smiled cheerily.
"Is Luna home by any chance?" She asked. "I know it's kind of early…"
"Nonsense! You are right on time!" Owen Lovegood exclaimed. (A/N- can't remember if they say his name in any of the books so this is what I came up with). He stepped aside to allow the guest in. Ginny walked in and he closed the door behind her. "Would you like some breakfast?" He asked pleasantly.
"Well…" She started.
But before she could finish, he cut her off: "Do have breakfast with us! There's plenty and we'd love the company!"
Ginny sighed. "Sure, why not." She finally relented. A wide grin spread across his face and he led her into the kitchen where Luna sat waiting.
"Look who I found!" The blonde's father announced.
"Oh hello Ginny!" Luna squealed. Her blond hair was not yet brushed so it draped into her face and stood in odd angles. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy as she looked at her Hogwarts friend.
"Good morning Luna!" Ginny exclaimed. She sat down next to her. "We must discuss things for tomorrow," Ginny informed.
"Yes, yes of course," Luna said, dropping pancakes on Ginny's plate. Ginny said a thank you and went back to business.
"We are meeting here," She said. Luna nodded in agreement. "Today, we are calling all who are involved." Ginny received another nod of agreement from her friend. "We also need to figure out who is involved."
"Oh, well we are definitely asking the originals to come," Luna said. It was Ginny's turn to nod in agreement.
"And we need to find a leader," Ginny added to their list. Satisfied with her to-do list, she began eating.
"I think you should be the leader," Luna said. Ginny almost choked on her food.
"What?!" She exclaimed. "Are you mad? Do you not know me at all?"
"What? You are the one planning all of this. Everyone likes you, you're extremely popular. You have more courage than anyone I know and you've got that mean streak about you," Luna explained.
"Yes, but I have not the patience to deal with simpletons, due to that previously said mean streak," Ginny said. Luna snorted.
"Neither does Harry and he was the last leader of the DA," She said.
Ginny looked at her friend thoughtfully. She couldn't deny that Luna was absolutely right. She and Harry were very similar. It was only fitting that they would both be leaders of the DA. She was the one resurrecting Dumbledore's Army so it made sense to make her the leader.
"You would make a wonderful leader," Mr. Lovegood said for the first time since the conversation started.
Ginny sighed and smiled warmly at him. "Thank you Mr. Lovegood," She said. He smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. "I say we have everyone vote when we meet tomorrow."
"Fair enough," Luna replied. "But I'm telling now that you will win unanimously," She added. Ginny smiled despite herself.
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Draco hurried to Hogsmead. He knew Gwyn would be at The Three Broomsticks as he had asked--merely because she never turned down his pleas for help. She was the one person in the world that he could count on. When Lisa died, she was by his side. She flew in from her home just to comfort him. She would walk through fire for him and he knew it--he loved her for it.
Draco Malfoy walked into the crowded restaurant. He scanned the room for any sign of his cousin. He spotted her silver blond hair and squeezed through the horde of people. He finally shoved his way to the table she was sitting at.
"Oh, you showed up," Gwyn said. "I was beginning to think that someone was trying to trick me."
Gwynavere Malfoy was a tall and slender witch with long overly blond hair that reached her waist. She had pale periwinkle blue eyes and unnaturally pale skin. She was well proportioned and irresistibly beautiful. She was angel on the outside but demon inside.
"Sorry, I…"
She cut him off: "Just sit down and tell what is going on," She said slightly irritable. Draco frowned but did as she said, not wanting to anger her. No one in their right mind would want to be on the receiving end of Gwyn's anger. She was probably even the only person Draco feared.
"Okay," He said. "I wanted to know if you knew about a prophecy."
Gwyn stared at him. "Of course I know about a prophecy," She said. "It's a matter of which one you're talking about."
"Do you know one about a group?" He asked hesitantly. "Preferably one about a group of chosen," He added.
She looked pensive for a moment. A smile slowly danced its way across her face. "There is one that I memorized," She informed. Draco leaned closer to listen as she started off.
"The seven chosen"
"The 1st will be of the utmost power, he will be the one to destroy the Dark Leader. Courage and stupidity run through his veins, yet power from friendship and love keep him sane"
"The 2nd will be a master of minds, a witty wanderer between light and dark. Deep below his scorning face lies love and gentle embrace. Unsure of where his loyalties lie, he must undergo the change and the great loss."
"The 3rd will be a boy of great strategic thinking. He will prove his worth and his courage. His wits will be used and his strategies, praised."
"The 4th is one of great intelligence, a mind so big, impossible to miss. Beauty, knowledge, and strength lie in her heart, while love and hate pull her apart."
"The 5th, a boy nastier than hate yet sweeter than love. Bold and stubborn as well as sheep like and humorous. He too wanders the border of light and dark but only as much needed company to the initial nomad."
"The 6th will be a brown eyed beauty. Elegant and loving, motherly and tender, proud and strong. Dark is her heritage but light is her soul."
"The 7th will be a sweet girl of magnificent beauty. A gentle façade hides the demon within. Coldness sometimes reigns inside but love conquers this witch of strength and purpose."
When Gwyn finished, Draco was looking at her in shock. "Where did you hear of this?" Gwyn asked. She was looking at her cousin suspiciously.
"I heard someone talking about a group," Draco said. "Is that the only one you know of?" He asked. Gwyn nodded a 'yes'. "That has to be it," He said.
"So someone thinks you're in this prophecy, huh?" Gwyn said.
"Yeah," He replied.
"You'd either be number 2 or number 5. My bet is 2," She said.
"Why do you say that?" Draco asked.
"Because you fit the description of 2. I would say five but you are not sheep like in any way," She said. "And you are undergoing the change and the great loss as well," She added.
"I don't understand this," Draco admitted. "He said that if I decide to stay on his side, Blaise, Pansy and you would follow. Thus, giving him over half of the group."
Gwyn thought for a minute. She knew who he was talking about without him saying the name. "Then, he thinks that you Blaise, Pansy and I are part of the chosen seven," She concluded. "That's interesting."
"Why is it interesting?" Draco asked.
"Well, in the full prophecy, they talk about an army assembled by the seventh of the chosen. The leader of the army ends up being the second child of July." Draco looked at his cousin, confused. "Meaning the other boy who qualified for the prophecy about Voldemort and Harry Potter," Gwyn informed. "I would think that he would be one of the chosen and not Blaise."
Malfoy nodded in agreement. "That would make sense."
"I am the representative of the Vampire Nation, meaning that my decision on sides in this war is very crucial," Gwyn said. "He thinks that I will follow your lead. He is almost completely right. Neither side has done me wrong and if I only had to decide for myself, I would follow you. But he forgets that I have to think about what's best for the rest of the light dwelling vampires."
Gwyn was indeed a light dwelling vampire. She lived far off into the vampire nation with her mother and younger sister. Her father was Lucius Malfoy's cousin but he died in a fight between her and her mother--it was him against them. He wasn't the best father in the world and when her mother divorced him he got mad and…well you can guess what happened after that.
"So we definitely know you are important in this war," Draco agreed.
"Yet, I am quite unsure that I am one of the chosen." She started eating the food that the waiter placed in front of her. "Yet it's possible that I am," She added.
"I'm still trying to figure out why they made you the representative," Draco said.
"I have no idea. Apparently it's a family thing: My mum did it and her mum or dad did it and their mum or dad did it and so on and so forth," Gwyn said. "Once you reach 17 you are eligible."
"Lucky you," Draco mumbled. "I'm still sixteen."
"Well we need to figure out this prophecy thing," She told him and he nodded in agreement.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione dashed into the Order hideout. They were teens on a mission. They found half of the Order in the kitchen. A worried Mrs. Weasley was with them.
"Have any of you seen Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Ron shook his head. "No, did she leave a note?"
"Yes, but I was hoping she'd be back by now," Molly Weasley answered.
"She'll turn up," Harry said. "But, we have to something we found, you might want to see it," Harry stated.
"What is it?" Remus asked. Ron placed the book on the table.
"What is it?" Tonks asked staring at the book with an interested look.
"It has some sort of Prophecy in it," Hermione informed.
"A prophecy eh?" Moody said. He sat down next to Remus, who had the book. "What kind of prophecy?"
"Something about seven teens," Ron said.
"Where'd you find this?" Remus asked, looking through the pages.
"My house," Harry almost whispered. Everyone stared at him with one thought on their minds: 'Why was something like that at the former home of James and Lily Potter?'
Sorry, I have to stop there. I'm sorry for the long wait but my laptop is being worked on so this was the only thing I could get done. I'm sorry to those who are reading my other story, you'll have to wait a little while longer. I apologize profusely. Well REVIEW!