You sat in Charms class; Professor Flitwick was pairing students into partners. "Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Goyle, Miss Grainger and Miss Griffin."
You grown. "How did I know I'd get stuck with her?" you say into Draco's ear before gathering your stuff and moving to the table Hermione was at. "Hello, Hermy." You murmur to her as you sit in the empty seat beside her.
"Don't call me that!"
You smirk, "Why? Do you not like the nick name?"
"No, I don't! And no one calls me that except-"
"Who?"
"That's none of your concern!"
"Grawp."
"What?!"
"Grawp, he's the one who calls you Hermy'."
"How…?"
"I overheard Potter and your boyfriend talking about it." You lie, smirking.
"Why would they be talking about him?"
You shrug, smirking at her gullibility.
You walk into the Great Hall and sit next to Draco who was writing something. "Awe, is that for me?" you ask pulling the parchment from him.
"No, The guys and I, erm, well, we had come up with this plot to mess with Potty's friends…"
"What? And you didn't tell me?! I'm appalled! I want in!"
"Okay, we are writing letter's to break them up, with Potty's friends fighting, Potty would be alone, and more susceptible."
You smirk. "And when we find out who the Death Eaters are…"
"Yes."
Within a week you saw that Draco's plan had worked, they were hardly together and when they were, they were at each other's throats. Harry was often stuck in the middle. They were fighting in the Library, you and Draco got up to move to the other side of the room so you could study for your Potions tests on Monday. "Good idea, but annoying!" you mutter to Draco. He nodded in agreement.
"I can't believe you left it here! God, Monty! Our Lord will kill you! It could be anywhere!" you heard the girl's voice from behind a shelf.
"We'll find it, Bellona."
"Don't call me that, call me Bella!"
You step around the shelf and see two Hufflepuff seventh years. You get over your shock at them not being Slytherins and clear your throat.
"What?" they ask you and Draco at the same time.
"Are you looking for a little black book that look like this?" you ask holding up the book you had found.
"Hand it over, Griffin!" said Bella.
You step close to her, holding the book tightly so she couldn't yank it from your grasp. "So, you two are the two Death Eaters."
"No, why…"
"Don't deny it! I know the secret of the book, look at the cover."
She looked down at it, she saw the dark mark was whole. "How…?"
"My father is a Death Eater." You smirk. "One of the best."
Bella smirked back at you. "So, you are Donahue Griffin's Daughter!"
"Draco and I want to help you two."
"How long have you had this book?"
"About a week."
"Then we can trust you, you didn't tell Dumbledorek about this."
The four of you sat at a table in a corner. "We are working on sneaking Voldamort into Hogwarts." Monty whispered.
"We had figured as much."
"How did you not get into Slytherin?" asked Draco.
"We used a spell to hide part of our mind from that retched hat. We thought that it'd be a good cover."
"Oh."
"Back to the plot."
"Oh, yes, well, as you know, our lord wants Potter dead."
"Yes."
"Once within the walls of Hogwarts, He will kill everyone, that way he knows for a fact that Potter's gone. We just have to get Dumbledorek out, he's wise and would know something's about to happen."
"Kill everyone?"
"Yes, no matter what house, or who they are."
"Why are those Ravenclaw's staring at us?" asked Monty.
"Well, what a site we must make! Two Slytherins and two Hufflepuffs!"
Bella gave Monty the book and he slipped it into his pocket. "Well, it's almost curfew, and two of us aren't prefects." Monty said standing. You walked out of the library with them, slipping your hand into his pocket and slipping the book out of his pocket and into yours. Then you split up, heading to your common rooms.
"This is great!" Draco said after a wile.
"Draco, they said that everyone would die."
"Yeah."
"That'd include us!"
Draco looked shocked. "What can we do?"
"I-" you got an idea and turned around.
"Where are you going?"
"Dumbledore."
"What?" he asked wrinkling his nose, and following you.
Dumbledore passed the floor of his office. You had just told him about the Death Eaters. "I see, and why didn't you report this a week ago?" he asked.
"I-I don't know sir." You murmur.
He nodded and sat at his desk. He wrote something and sent it with Phox, his Phoenix. A few minuets later, the door opened and Professor McGonagall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in. each of them looked confused.
"Ah, would you three please have a seat?" Dumbledore said pointing at the three chairs next to the ones you and Draco were using. "You may leave, Minerva." After McGonagall left Dumbledore looked at the five of you.
"Sir?" asked Hermione.
"Mr. Potter, have you told your two friends of the prophecy yet?"
Harry looked down to avoid looking at his friend's questioning looks. "No sir."
"Well, it's time they knew about it. The war is upon us, as you all know, and the battle is closer than we all had thought." He paused looking at the three Gryffindors. "Young Mr. Malfoy and Miss Griffin, here," he gestured in your direction. "Have discovered two Death Eaters here in Hogwarts." The trio looked shocked, and Dumbledore continued. "You five now must stick together, make certain Harry stays safe."
"Sir! What do you mean, the five of us?"
"Yes, I know you have your differences, and don't get along, but you will, in time, learn to forget those differences and become friends, it's for the best. And in fact, why don't you spend all tonight doing just that, tomorrow is Saturday, stay here in my office. Goodnight." He disappeared through a door.
"Oh Good idea, Jade, Brilliant! Telling the head master!" Draco hissed.
"Don't start Draco. Think I enjoy this?"
"You must, you got us into this!"
You give a frustrated grown and toss your arms up as you walk away from him. You sit on a cushion on the other side of the room. A few minuets later, someone sat next to you and put their hand on your shoulder. "Ignore him, you did the right thing." It was Hermione. You shrug her off you.
"This is our first fight." You didn't know what made you tell her, you just felt something that you hadn't before.
"Oh, well, erm, if it makes you feel better, Ron and I haven't been getting along well either."
"I know, but that's not your fault."
"What do you mean?"
"The letters, they weren't sent by Weasley, they were sent by a few Slytherins."
"Were you one of them?"
"Kind of, I sent the last one. I didn't know about it until then. Erm, I'm sorry." You look past her at the three boys who were talking. Ron tensed up but relaxed and smiled. He stud up and walked over to you and Hermione.
"Hermione? Can we talk?"
Hermione nodded and walked off with him.
You looked out the window at the sun as it peaked over the treetops. "Jade?" it was Draco. You ignored him. "I'm sorry okay? This hasn't been that bad. Harry and Ron are okay."
"So is Hermione." You sigh. "I never thought I'd say that, but…"
"I know, do you forgive me?"
"Yeah."
"So, what are we going to do? Slytherins and Gryffindors can't be seen as friends." Harry said sitting at Dumbledore's desk.
"Simple, we act like nothing is changed." You reply from the window.
"So, Harry, how about you fill us all in on the prophecy Dumbledore mentioned?" Hermione asked.
"Okay, well, it kind of goes like this; THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT…. AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HANDS OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES…. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MOUNTH DIES….'."
"What does it mean?" asked Ron.
"Simple, Either Harry is murdered or he is a murderer!" Hermione said.
"That clears up the other prophecy!" you whisper.
"What other…?"
"I, erm, well that is Draco and I over heard some of the teachers talking about it."
"What is it?"
"Something like; ONE CHILD, THE STONE KEY, OPENS THE DOOR TO THE DARK LORD'S DESTRUCTION, ONCE TRAPPED IN DARKNESS, NOW SET FREE, LIVING UP TO SURPRISING EXPECTATIONS. SUCCEEDING WHERE THE FATHER HAD FAILED, FLYING IN ON DARK SWIFT WINGS, TO ASSIST A LOVED ONE WHO'S STRENGTH HAS BAILED, UNAWARE OF ALL UNFORGIVABLE THINGS.' Dumbledore had said that this second child of prophecy, whom ever he is, is supposed to weaken Voldamort so that Harry can do his part, kill or be killed."
"Exactly." Dumbledore said entering the room. "I don't know how you know about the second Prophecy, Miss Griffin, and I don't want to know." He turned to the three Gryffindors. "I think it is time for you to start the DA back up. I have notified the Order."
"Order?" you ask.
"The Order of the Phoenix. It is the army that is rallying against Voldamort and his Death Eaters."
"Oh."
"Draco, Your Father, he is a Death Eater, Right?"
"Yes." He said slowly and looked down.
"Then, I have news for you, The Death Eaters who have children, well, they are taking their children in to be marked as a Death Eater themselves. That will include you. I want you to be an undercover Order member if you are taken in to be marked."
"O-okay"
"Will that go for me to?" you ask in a low voice.
"Miss Griffin?"
"My Father is a Death Eater too sir. I have known since I was five and overheard him talking to Bellatrix Lestrange."
"Your father, Donahue Griffin, is no Death Eater, I assure you that! He is a member of the Order. He is a spy for us, just as we want Draco to be, but I suppose you're right, yes, you will be a spy too if you are taken in."
"But, my father raised me as if he was a Death Eater, a Pureblood that is better than Muggleborns and Muggles."
"Ever wonder why your mother was a Muggle? But yes, he did raise you like that so that you would be put into Slytherin once you were to start attending Hogwarts, so that all doubt will be killed. He is up high on Voldamort's list."
