Maltratar Camp

Chapter 10-Scars

Harry opened his eyes. He saw that Draco was already awake and Hermione still unconscious. The other boy looked like examining something that was over his stomach.

"What're ya doin'?" the black haired boy asked.

"Look at you stomach," Draco said, looking up. Just them Hermione opened her eyes.

Harry did as his new brother told him. And, to his shock, there was a scar.

"What does that mean?"

"It is a rune and means 'man'," Hermione explained, looking at her stomach. "Mine means water or lake."

"And mine?" Draco asked, showing his sister his stomach.

"Wealth or cattle. Well, as it looks like we all passed the test."

"But what do we do if anyone asks us about these scars?" Harry asked.

"Well, I could say they are from an operation from when I was younger," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"A - what?" Draco wondered.

"Something that muggle doctors do when you are for example been shot at," the girl explained.

"Shot with what? A spell? And what are they doing when they operate you?"

"You don't want to know," Harry said, grimacing. "But you both are luckier than me. My scar is the biggest."

"Well, I suppose I can say that it happened when I accidentally hexed myself."

"Into what?" Potter wondered, smirking. "A hen? A fish? A dog?"

"Guys, we must go," Granger suddenly interrupted, looking at her watch. "It's already past nine!"

"C'mon, little sis," Draco smiled as he helped Hermione up.

"After you, little bro and sis," Harry laughed as he held the door open for his siblings.

"Hey, why are you the big brother?" Malfoy pouted.

"Because I'm sure that he didn't nearly killed himself or anyone else," Hermione smiled.

"You had to save yourself from dying after the snake bit you?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I kind of got the bottles mixed up...and then with the second test I nearly did fail by attempting to kill Pansy for killing my budgie...and in the third one I just was too shocked to react when the lions attacked you, Harry..."

"C'mon, Dray, everyone could've done so. Hey, why don't we make a rhyme?"

"A rhyme?" Hermione wondered.

"Yes," Malfoy replied, suddenly laughing. "Dray, Hay and May! The three siblings fighting for fairness and justice!"

Ron was fed up. Breakfast was nearly over and Harry still hadn't come. He had looked at a few other parchments last night, but didn't had have enough time to read all of them. But what he did had read was that Harry thought his parents weren't his real parents. That was more than odd. Why should Potter think that Lily and James weren't his parents? Ronald had talked to his dorm mates about it and they had all decided that he should try and make Harry believe that Slytherin is better than Gryffindor.
Suddenly the doors to the Great Hall opened and in came Harry, Hermione and Draco. Everyone noticed that there was something weird about them. For some unknown reason it seemed that they acted like siblings would usually act. But - pureblood Draco Malfoy and muggleborn Hermione Granger? Harry Potter could be understood because he was halfblood. Granger was muggleborn. Purebloods - especially Malfoys - never hang out together with muggleborns.

"What?" Harry asked as he noticed that everyone looked at them. "Do I have something on my face?"

As fast as the attention had turned on the three it ebbed away again.

"The prophecy seems to fulfill itself," Severus whispered to Minerva, looking at his children and godson.

"I just wonder how they've done it," McGonnagal said thoughtfully.

"We will find out," the man replied. "We will."

"I think they've got to get used to this," Hermione whispered in Potions two days later. Again everyone was looking at her, Draco and Harry in an odd way.

"Or we just have to be careful, May," Harry replied. "Remember that if anyone finds out we'll be in trouble. Big trouble. That's why the Slytherin bottle had the elixir that helped us. Gryffindor won't help and Hufflepuff can only help if we're thirsty."

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Grabger, do you have anything to say?"

"No, Professor Snape," Hay said, looking at his head of house.

"Then I would say you stay quite," the man responded.

"Y-yes," the boy said, suddenly feeling very hot.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, sounding concerned, feeling his brother's forehead. "Oh my god! Professor, Harry has fever!"

"Bring him to the infirmary," Severus said alarmed. There had to be a reason why his son one moment was OK and the next moment he had high fever.

"Professor!" Pansy shrieked. "Harry and Draco fainted!"

The man just turned around to see his daughter fall onto the floor, breathing heavily. "Class dismissed!" he yelled, running towards the fireplace to contact Madam Pomfrey.

"Do you know what is odd?"

"No, I do not, Poppy," Severus said.

"They all have scars on their stomaches that look like runes," the healer informed the Professor.

"Let me see," the man replied. "Man, water or lake, wealth or cattle. They - no, they can't have done it!" With that he ran out of the infirmary, hoping that his theory was wrong.

At the end of the time of life two children will be born. They will be parted. At their eleventh year of life they will meet again, but a second boy will become part of them. Only they can be the true heroes. But to be celebrated as the chosen ones, they will have to go through a task which will be difficult, more difficult than anything else. If they manage it, then they'll be ready. Ready to be celebrated, ready to save the world, and ready to give theirs for others.