A/N:

A shout out to Toby for helping me point out that Blaire's class was pretty short in the previous chapter, and I agree, so I changed the previous chapter a little bit.

Just for your information: Muggle Studies is now no longer an optional subject but is included in the main curriculum. However, it is not such a major subject, like Potions, for example. So, Blaire's lesson will last for half an hour, instead of the usual one hour, though she does have double period lesson.

CHAPTER TEN

BEETLE BLACK

Blaire had a free period before her next class, so she left the classroom and decided to meet Dumbledore. When she reached his office, the door was open, like he had expected her to come. She walked in slowly but there was nobody there. She looked around his office before she heard footsteps.

"Blaire, what brings you here?" Dumbledore spoke and gave her his familiar kind smile as he sat on his chair.

"Oh, headmaster. I was just wondering if you were free. I would like to discuss with you about my lesson plans. I have made some changes." Blaire said as she passed him so papers that she had prepared.

"Very well. Have a sit." He said and took a look at the papers. Blaire took the seat opposite him and watched as his blue eyes scanned the paper. After a while, he gave her a reassuring smile. "This is interesting, especially your game. How long are you planning to continue with it?" he asked.

"Well, maybe about a week or two." She said thoughtfully. "And once it's over, I'm planning to show them the video."

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, that sounds like a good plan. Just be sure that none of the students takes this too seriously."

"Err, yes. I'll make sure that won't happen." She replied; feeling a little confused. "If there's nothing else I would like to excuse myself. I have another class."

"Oh, before you go, I would like to see you after dinner, I have something to discuss with you." Dumbledore said casually.

"Alright! Good day." She wished him and left for her next class.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. Blaire had gotten the hang of controlling a class. By the end of the day, she had given all the five classes she had an assignment, taken 10 points from Slytherin (she rather liked that) and given one student, detention; all in one day. She was very glad when classes ended, she found herself more exhausted than she had expected. After dinner, she went back to her room to feed Tigger before making her way back to Dumbledore's office like she had promised him. The door was closed this time, and she knocked on the door.

"Blaire, you're here earlier than I expected." Dumbledore said as he opened the door for her. She entered and soon after, there was another knock. Severus, McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout entered. Blaire stood up and only sat when the others did.

"Headmaster, I was under the impression you wanted to see me alone." Blaire said as she helped transfigure a stool into a sofa so that all of them could sit.

"Yes, but I have decided that we might need more help than expected." Dumbledore said as he summoned a house elf to serve them tea.

"More help than expected? What do you mean?" Blaire asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"The headmaster is afraid you might not be able to decipher your prophecy alone." McGonagall said.

"So you told them?" Blaire suddenly felt irritated. Why did Dumbledore have to tell them? Why did I even ask him? She thought angrily. Although she knew Dumbledore's actions were for her own good, she wished he had told her first. She knew she was behaving like a child, but she did not care. She was hoping such things would be kept among her, Dumbledore and Severus.

"Unless you are sure you can handle it, which I doubt you can," Severus sneered, "I suggest you listen to the Headmaster."

Blaire stood up and glared at him. "Excuse me, Professor, I'm not one of your students anymore, so if you…" Before she could finish her sentence, he door burst open and Sybill Trelawney ran in. She stopped at her tracks when she saw Blaire and the other professors. Blaire resisted the urge to grimace. Although she respected the woman, she was not too fond of Trelawney and neither was Trelawney fond of her; Blaire and the twins often did not pay attention in her class.

"Sybill, have a seat. Tea?" Dumbledore asked the Sybill calmly. Blaire looked at him, hardly believing what she was seeing. Severus and Blaire were in a middle of an argument and he did not even flinch, and when Trelawney arrived, he was very kind and nice. Well, he was always nice. Nice but peculiar. But not as peculiar as Trelawney, of course. Blaire smirked to herself. "Blaire, please, sit down, there is absolutely no need to over-react." Dumbledore smiled amusedly and Blaire folded her arms and plopped herself back on the sofa, her cheeks turning red, ignoring the smug look on Severus.

"Sybill, I assume you have something to tell us?" Dumbledore said kindly and Trelawney slammed her mug of tea on the table.

"Yes! Yes!" she said excitedly. "I see! I see and sense something. Something that involves her." Trelawney pointed at Blaire. "Their hearts will beat apart, but not for long for they have bled as one. Darkness will come and there will be difficult choices and only they, can make it through." She chanted it thrice before adding, "I sense, difficulty. Danger." Trelawney took a deep breath before she gulped down the rest of her warm tea.

"What?" Blaire blurted out. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You said 'they', who is the other person involved?" squeaked Flitwick.

"And what danger?" Sprout asked.

"We all need to calm down. Blaire can you please repeat your prophecy?" Dumbledore said.

Blaire sighed and closed her eyes. She heard voices which became louder and louder. "There will be a soul, born on the date of a great mistake of another. They will meet, but would not know. One will live to please and the other will live in regret. Their bleeding souls will bond before death will bring them together. Born will they, before one will redeem another. Hurt and love will bring them to a final bond, but choices, difficult they are, can tear them apart but love and only love can overcome them." She opened her eyes and everyone was deep in thought.

"If I may make an opinion," Dumbledore said after a while. "The two may be linked, or are similar."

Blaire frowned. She did not understand at first. She frowned and thought back.

There will be a soul, born on the date of a great mistake of another. They will meet, but would not know. One will live to please and the other will live in regret. Their bleeding souls will bond before death will bring them together. Born will they, before one will redeem another. Hurt and love will bring them to a final bond, but choices, difficult they are, can tear them apart but love and only love can overcome them.

Their hearts will beat apart, but not for long for they have bled as one. Darkness will come and there will be difficult choices and only they, can make it through.

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. They were indeed similar. Linked? That, she was not sure. She felt her heart quicken. She had to decipher it. She just had to. She looked up at Dumbledore, and he seemed to sense her desperateness.

"Have you made any conclusions yet?" he asked.

Blaire frowned and shook her head. Her eyes scanned the room, as her mind played the two prophesies, and her eyes fell onto the black silhouette of Severus Snape.

Instantly she heard noises that quickly became louder. There were voices repeating her prophecy. Their bleeding souls will bond before death will bring them together. Their hearts will beat apart, but not for long for they have bled as one. Darkness will come and there will be difficult choices and only they, can make it through.

She felt an overwhelming force surrounding her and immediately gripped McGonagall's shoulders to prevent her from falling off the sofa. She gasped and the voices were gone.

"Blaire, are you alright?" asked a concerned McGonagall who grabbed her.

Blaire looked around, suddenly feeling very exhausted. Everyone was looking at her. She forced a nod. "Yes, I'm fine." She said softly. "I'm just, tired. Excuse me." She got up and quickly left the office without another word.

She took a deep breath as she walked down the quiet corridors. Tired. I'm just tired. She thought to herself. A shiver went down her spine and she quickened her steps back to the comfort of her own room.

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