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Chapter Fourteen

Eventually, May turned to June, and life became as normal as it could be, but I figured it wouldn't last. With Snape hounding me about the little "incident" in the hospital wing, I had to use a revealing spell to check for any Veritaserum in my pumpkin juice just in case Snape got fed up and decided to get it out of my one way or another…

Draco was released from the hospital in a matter of days, and he was as good as new. His mission was going well, he told me, and now that I had thought about it, he was looking healthier. All in all, I was relieved. I still hoped that Dumbledore would die naturally before Draco could kill him, but it was all a lot of false hope.

I was walking down the seventh floor corridor to meet Draco and act as his lookout (he enlisted me with that job when Crabbe and Goyle were in detention or if they just didn't feel like using Polyjuice Potion to turn into girls) when I heard a scream and a cry of, "How dare you!" along with the sound of clattering bottles.

"Professor!"

Harry Potter. I crept alongside the wall; once I got to the corner, I stopped and listened, barely daring to breathe.

"What happened, Professor?" Harry asked, helping up who I now realized was Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher.

"You may well ask!" she shrieked. "I was strolling along, brooding upon certain dark portents I had glimpsed…" She rambled on about things I couldn't even be sure I had heard in Divination until Harry interrupted her.

"Professor, were you trying to get into the Room of Requirement?"

Potter knows about the Room? I thought worriedly. That can't be good.

"… omens I may have vouchsafed – what?"

"The Room of Requirement," Harry said again. "Were you trying to get in there?"

"I – well – I didn't think students knew about–"

"Not all of them do. But what happened?" he asked. "You screamed… It sounded as though you were hurt…"

"I – well," she drew her shawls around her in a defensive manner, "I wished to – ah – deposit certain – um – personal items in the room…" She muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Right. But you couldn't hide them?" He glanced down at several empty bottles of cooking sherry confusedly.

"Oh, I got in there alright," she said bitterly. "But there was somebody already in there."

"Somebody in–? Who?" Harry demanded, his expression an odd mixture of excitement and alarm. "Who was in there?"

Draco. Oh, God…

"I have no idea," she admitted, looking taken aback. "I walked into the room and I heard a voice, which has never happened before in all my years of hiding – of using the room, I mean."

"I don't know that it was saying anything," she said. "It was… whooping."

Whatever he's doing – done – in there is finished? I didn't know whether to be happy or worried…

"Whooping?"

"Gleefully," she replied.

Harry just looked at her. "Was it male or female?"

"I'd hazard a guess at male."

Yep. Definitely Draco.

"And it sounded happy?"

Oh, you whoop when you're happy? No shit, Potter?

"Most definitely."

"And then?"

"And then I called out 'Who's there?'"

"You couldn't have found out who it was without asking?" Harry asked, looking frustrated.

"The Inner Eye was fixed upon matters well outside the realms of whooping voices," she said with much dignity, drawing herself up to her full height.

"Right," Harry said quickly, obviously not wanting to talk about that much longer. "And did the voice say who was there?" Nah, Draco wouldn't have been that stupid…

"No, it did not," she responded. "It went pitch-black and the next thing I knew, I was being hurled headfirst out of the room!"

"And you didn't see that coming?" He looked like he couldn't help himself. I barely stifled a small giggle; it was common knowledge that Trelawney was nothing but a fraud.

"No, I did not, as I say, it was pitch–" She stopped and scowled at him.

"I think you'd better tell Professor Dumbledore," Harry urged. "He ought to know Malfoy's celebrating – I mean, that someone threw you out of them room."

He knows. He knows that Draco's up to something… I have to warn him…

Professor Trelawney drew herself up and started going on about how Dumbledore didn't want to speak with her anymore and how he was "ignoring the cards' warnings."

"Right," Harry said once more. "Well… I still think you should tell Dumbledore about this voice, and everything going dark and being thrown out of the room…"

"You think so?" She seemed to consider it, but I had a feeling she would love to retell her little adventure.

"I'm going to see him right now. I've got a meeting with him. We could go together," he suggested.

"Oh, well, in that case." She smiled and bent down to pick up her sherry bottles and dump them in a vase in a nearby corner. They started walking off and disappeared around the corner a few moments later.

I searched through the future for a moment, wondering if it was safe to go to there, and I got a fleeting picture of Draco with his wand out pointing to the door after I knock, and the next one was of him helping a huge man in a mask out of what looked like a Vanishing cabinet.

Nervously, I approached the wall next the statue of a man trying to teach trolls to dance and knocked softly.

"Who's there?"

"It's just me," I said. "Regina."

"Oh." I heard the relief in his voice. "Come in."

The door materialized in front of me. I pushed it open and entered. A large black cabinet was in front of me, and it was open, the black depths stretching seemingly endlessly. Draco was standing in front of it, grinning triumphantly, though I could see a ghost of doubt in his eyes.

"So this is what you've been up to? Repairing a Vanishing cabinet?" I clarified.

He nodded. "Yes. And I don't even need to ask how you know it's a Vanishing cabinet," he added, still grinning. I rolled my eyes.

We stayed there for hours and just talked, Draco explaining what the cabinet was for and me asking questions about aforementioned cabinet, among other things.. (A/N: lol, leave that to the imagination xD)

Suddenly, a small rustling sound came, and Draco's head snapped up. "Get out of here, Regina," he said. "I need you out. Now."

"What? Why? No, I'm staying with you," I insisted.

He took my hand. "Please. I don't want you getting hurt. Listen – when the time comes, get off Hogwarts grounds and Apparate to the manor."

"The manor? But I've never been there..."

"Do you remember that picture I showed you that one time?"

I searched through my memory, and a tiny moving picture of a large white mansion popped up. "Yeah."

"Just concentrate on that one image as hard as you can. You know what to do."

"Draco… no…" I was getting desperate; no way in hell was I leaving him… Dumbledore could kill him… he could get caught by a stray Killing curse… Just the thought caused tears to well up in my eyes. "Don't leave me." I let out a sort of strangled sob.

He took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was short, but it gave me a strange sense of foreboding, as if something bad was going to happen and that I'd never see him again. We broke it off when we heard something heavy hit the floor. Turning around, I saw a horribly disgusting excuse for a human being.

"Fenrir Greyback," Draco whispered.

The Death Eaters had arrived.