Okay, before you bite my head off for leaving you in the dark for a month, let me just say I'M SORRY! I know there is no excuse for it, please don't hate me!

Now, the lucky reviewer is Harry Potter Cellist 3! The question they posed is as follows, 'What gives you your inspirations and ideas?'

Hmm, I'd have to say my complete lack of paying attention in class and trying to fall asleep. When school is incredibly boring, my active imagination takes over and I start to think of the craziest things. Also, when I'm, trying to fall asleep. For some reason my brain decides this is the perfect time to brainstorm. So I guess my overactive imagination is the cause of all this spewing creativity. Hehe

Okay, now on with the story!

Chapter 25: All Is Revealed

There was darkness all around her. Black inexistence enshrouded her very being. Hermione walked down the corridor completely unaware of her surroundings. How did she get here? Where exactly was here? Nothing made sense. She stretched out her hand before her and sighed. She couldn't see anything. She knew she was holding her arm out in front of her, but the darkness engulfing her wouldn't even let her glimpse a single shred of color. What had happened? Hermione tried recalling her last memory but kept coming up blank. She knew who she was, so why was it that every time she tried to think straight her head would become all fuzzy and her body would feel shaky?

She walked a little way further into the abyss, not quite confident she wouldn't fall off a cliff but standing in one place was not an option for her. She needed to do something.

:::

Draco held Hermione's hand in his, tracing patterns into her smooth, soft skin. He brought her fingers to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on each one. What had happened? No one was telling him anything! Voldemort had shown up an hour after Hermione collapsed and had his aunt Bellatrix take his mother away. His father was led out of the room by none other than Voldemort himself and his little sidekick, Wormtail he though his name was, had quickly began examining Hermione's body. That had been two weeks ago.

Now his mother was locked in her rooms, with Bellatrix as her guard. His father had been ordered to remain by Hermione's side at all times. No breaks were allowed him. He slept, ate and paced inside his daughter-in-law's room. Draco had tried asking his father countless of times what was going on, but each time he received no answer, just a sordid look.

A death eater walked into the room and cleared his throat, "Time is up young Malfoy."

Draco threw a glare in the older man's direction before getting to his feet and slowly walking out the door. He cast one final look at his lover before the door was closed in his face. Gritting his teeth, he turned to go and do the one thing he could. Look for the Weasley twins. Ever since that horrible night, Draco had only been allowed to stay besides Hermione for an hour each day. It wasn't on Voldemort's request either. It was his father's order.

Once Draco entered the library, he took to searching the walls the shelves and any other place he thought he might find a pair of dragonflies. It wasn't as if he could shout for them. Those bloody assholes were some pretty good hiders. Of course, that was a good thing in their situation…not so much in Draco's. He needed answers and they were the only ones who could give them to him.

Draco searched everywhere until he was called to dinner with him mum. She was still allowed to see him once a day for one meal of his choosing. She, like his father, kept quiet about the whole situation. He asked her repeatedly what was going on but she would shake her head sadly and tell him to finish his asparagus. His aunt Bellatrix was uncharacteristically quiet, her dark hair hid much of her face as they ate.

"Mum, please," Draco began again for the hundredth time.

"Darling," Narcissa's voice was stern and unwavering as she motioned to the carrots lying untouched in her son's silver plate, "Eat your carrots."

"Mother," he begged, "Please tell me what's going on? Why are you locked here? What is wrong with Hermione?"

Narcissa sighed, "I am tired, Draco. Please, if you are done with dinner, leave me to rest for a while."

Draco blinked. He then stood quickly from his seat, nearly knocking the hand crafted chair over and walked out of the room. Narcissa watched her son go, her heart heavy. Bellatrix gave her wand a flick and the door shut closed. An elf appeared and quickly began cleaning off the table. Its big ears trembled as Bellatrix slithered by and took her charge by the arm, leading her younger sister to the bedroom.

Narcissa slumped into a chair in front of the vanity and hung her head. Bellatrix grabbed an ivory brush from the top of a dresser and began to undo her sister's hair.

"Cissy, stop moping," Bellatrix said sternly.

"I am not moping," Narcissa said, "I am distraught. My family is being used. If it hadn't been for you and Lucius, I would have been killed along with my innocent son!"

"I told you not to tamper with the potion," Bellatrix ran the brush through her sister's luscious hair, "The Dark Lord told you to give it to her as it was."

"He wants to kill her and my grandchild, I'm sure of it!"

"We won't let him kill the children," Bellatrix gave her sister's hair a gentle tug, "Besides, he won't do such a thing."

"You don't know that, Bella."

"I am sure of it."

"Hn," Narcissa looked at their reflection in the mirror, "The thing is…I didn't change the potion's makeup at all. I just decreased the dosage…nothing should have gone wrong."

"Yes, that is a little strange," Bellatrix murmured, "The drug shouldn't have acted in such a fashion."

"That's another thing that bothers me," Narcissa turned her head to look at her older sister, "Why did it cause the girl to fall into a coma?"

Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know and I really don't care much for the girl. However," she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Narcissa's forehead, "I do care about you. I will not let you die."

"Why do you care for my life so, when you killed your own cousin?"

Bellatrix backhanded Narcissa and glared, "That was different. You are different. You are little Cissy."

Narcissa held her cheek, blinking back the tears that tried to fall from her eyes. She looked up at her sister, wondering if there was still something human left inside that crazed shell.

:::

Lucius sat by Hermione's bedside watching the girl for any signs of consciousness. So far so good, she had not even moved an eyelash. The older Malfoy leaned back in his chair and sighed. There was no doubt left in his mind on what was to befall his family if he should fail.

:::

Phoenix lane was deadly quiet. No one seemed to be in any interest to do anything other than sit around and wait for news. Any news that could tell them what was happening inside the mansion. Harry and Ron sat inside the Malfoy cottage, watching the sun moving slowly in the sky. Classes had stopped during the winter break, and the two Gryffindors found nothing that could occupy their thoughts successfully, from drifting to their most trusted and cared friend.

Ron was quietly stuffing muffin after muffin into his mouth, trying to console the emptiness he felt with food. Harry had taken to polishing his glasses.

Neither boy had much to say.

Both Lavender and Pansy had delivered healthy babies the previous week and were busy in the cottages fussing over the little darlings. Harry couldn't bear to sit with Lavender and make googly eyes at the infant when his thoughts were preoccupied with other more important things.

"Well I'm not surprised to find you two boobs sitting so forlornly," Ginny crossed her arms. Ron shot her a dirty look before taking a bite out of his blueberry muffin.

"Stop wallowing!"

"I'm not wallowing!" Ron yelled, "I am eating because I'm hungry. Leave me be, woman!"

Ginny did not like this one bit. Ron was turning into a girl, trying to console himself with food nonetheless! The young Weasellete decided it was time to occupy Ron's mind with something else. Boldly, the brave Gryffindor marched over to Harry and took a seat in his lap, surprising the green eyed boy.

Ron's eyes widened as he saw his little sister lean over and kiss his best friend on the lips.

"Bloody hell!"

Harry gripped Ginny's shoulder and pulled away, panic setting in, "Ron, I can explain!"

"TO HELL WITH EXPLAINING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?"

"Technically, it's what I'm doing to Harry," Ginny's statement fell on deaf ears.

"Ron it's not like-"

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Ginny pulled out her wand and chanted a spell that quickly had Ron in a body bind. The rehead looked like he was going to explode, the vein in his forehead was throbbing dangerously and Harry was wondering if it was possible to die from anger.

"Ron, stop being such a wart!" Ginny growled, "You are a terrible brother! I love him, and you will not kill him!"

"Shut up, Ginny!" Ron spat.

"Listen," Harry said tentatively, "I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, but you see…I knew you would react like this…and I personally want to live past the age of seventeen."

Harry chanced a look at Ginny and smiled sheepishly.

"Don't look at her like that!" Ron bellowed.

"Like what?" Harry asked confused, he hadn't looked at Ginny strangely at all.

"You're looking at her like she's a piece of steak!"

Ginny's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Ron," she hissed, "One more word from that ungodly trap of yours and I will bat bogey hex you to the next millennium!"

Ron shut his mouth so fast that you would have thought somebody spelled him.

"We've been seeing each other secretly for the past two years," Harry said. He watched as Ron's eyes rolled into the back of his head and the freckled boy's body went slack.

He gave Ginny a pointed look, "You have very bad ideas."

Ginny stared at the floor, her ears red, "Not all of them are bad. This one…well-"

"Bad."

"Yeah."

:::

George watched as his brother flew through the open window for the first time in two weeks. The whole mansion had been locked down ever since Hermione's collapse and so they weren't able to get word out the Order. Now, for the first time the window had been left open.

They had learned a great deal of intel concerning everything around them and were anxious to let everyone in on it. Fred had volunteered to fly out and George has been against it at first, seeing as he had gone out the first time. However, Fred was adamant saying that since he had gone out before, he could do so again and get there faster. George had finally relented, so now he was gazing out the window, hoping to Merlin that everything would turn out all right.

Fred flew past the death eaters and headed straight for Hogwarts. The winter weather was frigid and his wings were having a hard time battling against the flurries and hard arctic winds. Nonetheless, he pushed himself until he was hovering outside the Headmaster's window. He searched for the little hole he had spotted on his last trip and when he did, he zipped in right through it. Warmth flooded his small insect body and soon he was back in his human form grinning widely at the white haired headmaster.

"Hello, Dumbledore!"

"Fred," Dumbledore's spectacles reflected in the light.

"Yeah," Fred scratched his ear, "You always know."

"I assume you have news for us?"

Fred looked solemnly at the older man and nodded.

"I see," Dumbledore stood from his seat, "I will send for everyone immediately.

It didn't take long for the members of the Order to gather in the Headmaster's office. Harry and Ginny had dragged in a semiconscious Ronald, and when Mrs. Weasley gave them a curious look, Harry pointed blatantly at his female associate. Snape and McGonagall were standing by the floo, watching the members slowly trickle in. When everyone was accounted for Dumbledore motioned for Fred to begin.

The young man cleared his throat, "I'm afraid we're in a serious shit load of trouble."

:::

Hermione had lost hope. She couldn't seem to get out of the darkness. Every direction she turned there was black, no familiar face, no familiar surface, no one or thing to comfort her. She slumped to the floor and let the tears fall shamelessly to her lap. She could feel the wetness and she wished she could see it. How long had she been here? Where was everyone? Why was she alone in this dismal place?

Just then, Hermione spotted something.

A green swirl of light sprung forth out of the darkness. It began to take a form. Hermione's eyes widened as she stared into the figure of a man made of green light. There were no features, no signs of anything other than the masculine form, but to Hermione it was enough. She ran toward the figure, cheeks streaked with tears.

"Who are you?" she called.

The figure shook his head.

"Where am I?"

It didn't say a word.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she took a step back.

The figure shook his head and stretched out his hands. Hermione without a second thought, rushed into them, burying her face into the green light emanating from the unknown individual.

"Hush," a deep voice resonated.

Hermione looked up. The figure had no mouth…so where did the voice come from?

:::

"Hermione's in a coma," Fred said, "She has been for two weeks now."

"Why?" Ginny asked, fear evident in her eyes.

"Narcissa Malfoy had been instructed to administer a certain drug or potion to Hermione after the Christmas ball. However, she lowered the dosage. Mrs. Malfoy was trying to aide in their escape."

All occupants could be heard taking in a deep breath.

"She was orchestrating some very interesting ideas," Fred said, "However she was caught when Hermione slipped into her coma. After Hermione had fallen into her coma, George and I split up, looking and listening for anything pertaining to our need. I had followed Voldemort and Lucius into the dungeons while George went after Narcissa Malfoy.

Voldemort was furious with Narcissa and was ordering for her immediate execution, however by some miracle Lucius had stayed the Snake's hand. Of course he had some help from Bellatrix Lestrange…which I found odd, and I guess Voldemort did as well. So, he placed the Lady Malfoy under house arrest. She is unable to leave her rooms and is under constant surveillance.

Voldemort had then ordered all death eaters to leave the dungeon. He was left with Lucius and Wormtail by his side. The Snake made no attempt to mask his displeasure with Lucius and ordered the man to monitor Hermione at all hours of the day. If she so much as stirred, he was to report it straight away. When Lucius had asked why the Dark Lord wanted his daughter-in-law monitored by him, Voldemort just smiled evilly and I swear I saw Lucius' face loose three shades of color.

I stayed hidden the whole time, even after Lucius left. I was hoping the Snake would have something else to say, and he did. It was roughly ten minutes after Lucius had gone when Voldemort instructed Wormtail to hand over the potion bottle that had contained the drug that caused this whole mess.

'It was just as you said, master,' Wormtail grinned, 'Someone did try to tamper with the vial.'

'Interesting, is it now?" Voldemort smirked.

'They must not have thought the vial to be spelled. You are a genius, my Lord!" Wormtail kneeled before the red eyed man. Voldemort grinned darkly at his subordinate.

'I know it wasn't Narcissa who tampered with it,' Voldemort hissed, 'It had been someone else. She merely extracted less of a dose. Someone else had replaced the toxin with water!"

Wormtail withdrew from his Lord, his legs trembling, 'It was not I, my Lord!'

'Do not be a fool," he glared, 'You could not muster the strength to go against me! It had been someone else…I am sure of it.'

'But the person must have known it was the potion necessary for completing a horcrux, my lord,' Wormtail stood trembling, 'Surely it must have been someone who had knowledge of such things.'

"I thought so as well, but Lucius' mind is blank and so is Bellatrixs'. No one else knows of my horcruxes!' Nagini slithered across the dungeon floor and wrapped herself around the legs of her master.

'Three of my seven horcruxes have been destroyed! I cannot have this!" Voldemort flung a ball of fire across the room, singeing the spider webs glistening on the ceiling.

'You still have Hufflepuff's cup, Rowena's Diadem and Nagini…and after all that Harry Potter himself!'

'Fool!'

Wormtail cried out as Voldemort invaded his mind. He let out an ear splitting shriek and wet himself from the fear and pain.

'They can all be destroyed! That devil of a headmaster has destroyed two of my horcruxes without even knowing them to be parts of me! I must have something I know they won't destroy! That Potter would not think twice about sacrificing himself! I need the twins!'

However, I'm not quite sure what a horcrux is," Fred sighed, "George didn't know either. For the past two weeks we've been listening in on everything. George even stayed with Hermione and Lucius hoping the older man would let something slip. He didn't…but he did act strange George said. He told me that Lucius would just stare into Hermione's face for what felt like hours and would only stop when a knock on the door would jolt him out of the trancelike state."

The room had grown very quiet. Dumbledore seemed to be having difficulty standing.

"Is there anything else?" The headmaster said hoarsely.

Fred thought for a minute, "Well…I know that Draco has been beside himself. No one is telling him anything…I feel bad for the bloke. But other than that, I think that's all we got. Lucius acting strange. Narcissa under house arrest. Bellatrix protecting someone other than her 'Lord,' and Hermione in a coma…oh yeah, and the bloody horcruxes. What exactly are they, professor?"

Dumbledore looked around the room, his eyes landing sadly on Harry before turning his head to address the young man with the serious question, "A horcrux is an object where someone hides a fragment of their soul just so they can attain immortality. Creating a horcrux requires a wizard to violate laws of nature and morality and murder must be committed in order for it to work."

Harry's eyes widened, "I am a horcrux? Does that mean I have to die in order to kill Voldemort?"

"You are not dying!" Ron glared at his best friend, "There must be another way."

"Professor," Neville asked hesitantly, "Why would Voldemort want to turn the twins into horcruxes?"

"I can think of several reasons," Dumbledore sighed heavily, "Imagine if the twins were turned into the vessels containing fragments of Voldemort's soul. What we know, is that a horcrux must be completely destroyed in order for it to lose its power. There is no doubt in my mind that Voldemort is planning to kill Hermione and Draco in order to create two horcruxes that are more powerful. If we destroy every horcrux he creates, and even if Harry would be willing to sacrifice his own life…would he be able to kill the only remnants of Hermione left in this world?" Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry, "Would you be able to murder two little children?"

Harry's whole body trembled as he leaned heavily against the wall. He shook his head furiously. There was no way he could bring himself to ever do such a thing. Kill innocent children. And not just any children…Hermione's children!

"That Snake!" Ron hit the wall with his fist, trying to mask the tears that begged to fall from his round eyes.

"We can't let him do this!" Luna Lovegood turned to face her professors, "We must help!"

"And what do you propose we do?" Dean said.

"Let's find and destroy the rest of the horcruxes!" Ernie shouted.

All the students in the room nodded furiously in agreement.

"We can destroy them and weaken him!"

"Didn't Fred say we've already gotten three of them?"

"What are the other four again?"

"We have to get Hermione out of the manor." Harry said his voice dangerously low. Immediately, everyone in the room stopped their shouting and turned to look at their unelected leader.

"We need to get Draco and Hermione out." He said again, "And we need to destroy all the horcruxes. When did Madame Pomfrey say Hermione was due?"

Professor McGonagall turned, "Around late February, early March."

"Then we've got till then to get her out and destroy all the horcruxes!" Harry turned to face his mentor, his green eyes glittering. "Professor," he began, "Will you grant us all the permission to put our plans to action?"

Dumbledore nodded his head, "You are our leader, Harry. What you say we shall do."

Harry looked around the room. All heads nodded except for Snape. He just bowed his head forward.

"Alright," Harry walked towards the middle of the room and began organizing teams, "You four, find Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem. You four, find Hufflepuff's cup! Ron, I want you to organize your own squad. You will be in charge of killing Nagini when we enter the Malfoy Manor! The rest of you I want working on infiltrating the manor!"

Dumbledore watched Harry walk around the room. He was confident in himself and Dumbledore admired the courage with which Harry took on the responsibility that was unfairly thrust upon him.

:::

Hermione found herself waiting for the green form to appear. Sometimes he would be gone for long stretches at a time, other times he would be back within a span of ten minutes or so. Hermione would wander around in the darkness waiting for the green man to appear. She began telling him about her life and her friends and the boy she had fallen in love with. At certain times, the green light would ask her questions. Usually they had to do with Draco.

"When did you fall in love with him?" He would ask and Hermione would shrug her shoulders.

"I don't really know," she'd reply, "One day I just woke up and realized I couldn't live without him. He makes me happy in ways no one else can. I love seeing him smile at me, or better yet when he begs me to cook for him!"

"Do you think he loves you in return?"

Hermione would then look up into the green man's face, would stare into the space she knew eyes would be, and answer plainly, "Yes."

This certain time, the green man had been absent for quite some time and Hermione was dreadfully bored. She took to singing to herself absentmindedly and didn't notice when two small yellow lights appeared. They stayed on the outskirts looking at the beautiful maiden singing her heart out in the binding darkness.

When the wind shall blow my maiden hair of sun,

I will wait dear heart for the boy that I love.

We shall share a kiss and embrace our fate as one.

Deep into the night with our voices shallow still,

It won't seem so wrong to hold his head to my heart.

The softest hair will run through my fingers as he gently taps my cheek.

A kiss of the gentlest kind,

A love of the mightiest mind.

Merely strips inhibition away,

Lover mine, please stay.

The green man appeared by the outskirts and took to staring at Hermione as well. The two yellow lights turned to look at the intruding fellow.

"Go to your mother," he said and gave them a little push.

:::

Lucius had been sitting by Hermione's bedside for five weeks monitoring the Gryffindor girl. She had a peaceful look on her face and the elder Malfoy couldn't help but tuck a lock of chocolate brown hair behind the girl's ear. The girl smiled in her sleep and Lucius quickly placed his hand over the sleeping girl's forehead. A slight wind picked up in the room as Lucius worked the wandless magic of old. When he removed his pale hand, the girl's face had been stripped of emotion. Her lips were full but set in a line, her eyes closed and not crinkled in the corners like before. Just as they should be.

A knock sounded at the door.

Lucius sighed and waved his wand, opening the door to let in his only son. The boy walked hurriedly over to Hermione's bedside and asked his father, "Any change?"

"No."

Draco bit his lip forcefully, drawing a little blood from the self inflicted wound, "It's been five weeks and no change. Can't we take her to the hospital?"

"No."

Draco took Hermione's hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the smooth skin. He then rested his hand over her abdomen, feeling the life inside her moving around. Hermione had once been worried that her pregnancy didn't seem to show as much as the other girls…however, now if she could just see herself. She had blown up like a balloon. Draco smiled down at his young wife and placed a gentle kiss on her rosy lips. Lucius stood from his seat and walked towards the window, intent on giving his son the privacy he deserved.

"Hello, Hermione," Draco whispered, "Its January twenty-ninth today. I wanted to let you know that we've been husband and wife now for over a month. I write in my journal every day since you've fallen into your coma. That way, when you wake up you can read about everything that has happened. It would be as if you had been awake and beside me the whole time. I've thought of some names for the twins, and I can't wait for you to wake up so we can discuss them. Mother seems to be well, she keeps asking about you…even aunt Bellatrix has shown some interest in your well being as well, which…I don't know whether I should be elated, or if I should fear for our safety. Blaise had stopped by before the break ended…remember I told you? He asked how you were doing…remember I told you he looked worried? Who would have ever thought Zabini would worry about someone other than himself! You have really changed us, love.

I got a letter from him today. He said everyone back at Hogwarts is going crazy with all the babies. Maybe the minister really has gone insane…I think it would be better if you took over his position. Then peace and order could return to Britain and all its magical occupants. What idiot would have ever thought this to be a good idea? On the other hand, I'm glad we had to do this project…because through it I found you. I love you, Hermione," Draco lifted Hermione's head and cradled it to his chest, "Please, wake up."

Draco had continued to hold Hermione until his hour was up.

When he walked out the door, he headed for his room. George was supposed to be back by now with more instructions from Harry. The blond boy entered his room and cast a complex soundproofing spell on his walls. He pointed one slender finger at the bronze doorknob and soon a metal bolt was fastened to it.

"What's the news?" Draco turned and watched as two dragonflies morphed into Fred and George Weasley.

"Dumbledore died two days ago," George said gravely, his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"What?" Draco took a stumbled step back shaking his head, "How?"

"He got a heart attack while experimenting on extracting a horcrux from a living body. Apparently, he was in his office doing some heavy incantations. He had barred the door and no one could get in until his heart stopped beating and the spell released."

Draco couldn't believe it. Dumbledore dead? That couldn't be…no, they must be lying. He stared into their faces…no, they were telling the truth. That old coot had finally…damn it!

"What else?" he asked hoarsely.

"McGonagall has been appointed as headmistress and things are carrying on just as before, albeit more quietly. Harry hasn't said a word to anyone…poor guy blames himself for it. Good news is that we've finally destroyed Hufflepuff's cup. So, we only got Nagini and Harry as the only horcruxes left. Mad Eye Moody and Lupin have been fool proofing the plan. My guess is that they're going to put everything in motion within the next week or so. The map of the dungeons you gave us really helped."

"Hn," Draco closed his eyes and flopped onto his bed, "Sometime next week, you think?"

"Yeah," Fred nodded.

:::

Harry was sitting in the library mulling over the prophecy in his hand. There was something he wasn't seeing, something very important…he could feel it. He read the prophecy again.

When the sun and moon will share the sky,

The dragon will not stand idly by.

And the chosen one will be standing near,

When the first tear of the child will appear.

The chosen one holds both to his chest,

Two children that are divinely blessed.

Old family is brought back to life,

The secret of the dragon's wife.

Power from both lion and snake,

This shall wholly be at stake.

Father and mother both will have to fight,

To protect their children that very night.

The stage for the battle then will be set,

Four fortnights after, but do not forget.

The power the infants have within,

Will give rise to the one who will win.

Her power will be amplified,

Since she carried them both inside.

Her wand will be swift and true,

The mother of those shining two.

Two ancient bloodlines forever connected,

Will once again be completely respected.

The war shall end with peace for us all,

That's what is over the hidden wall.

But this will all lose its chance to be,

If one not born to the world we see.

The one cannot live without the other,

The sister will have need of her brother.

The blood that will pump through their vein,

Will give one life and help sustain.

The blood of the innocent,

Shall be taken,

Darkness will fall,

To be unawakened.

Two for life,

And one for death.

This is the oracle,

Of Elizabeth.

"Are you going to go the astronomy tower tomorrow?" A fifth year Ravenclaw student asked her friend.

"For the solar eclipse?"

"Yeah, it's supposed to be tomorrow midday. There hasn't been one in like, forever!"

Harry turned his head, and listened more closely to the chatter.

"My mum says that if you wish for something really hard during a solar eclipse, your wish comes true!"

"That's absolute bogus!"

"No one asked you, Ernie. Mind your own business!"

Solar eclipse, maybe he would take Ginny to see it tomorrow. After all, four days from now, they would be attacking the Malfoy manor, and Merlin only knows when they'll get a chance to spend some time together again. Harry stood from his seat and proceeded to leave the library in search of his girlfriend. He found her some few minutes later walking towards the dining hall.

"Hey, Ginny," he called. She turned and waited for him to catch up, "Hey, I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, Harry."

"Do you want to watch the solar eclipse with me tomorrow?" He asked, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"Oh I would love to!" Ginny pecked him on the lips, "You know, it's awfully romantic the story of the sun and moon. It says that long ago, when the sun and moon shared the sky they were deeply in love, but then dawn and dusk came and tore the two lovers apart. However, they would not be separated from each other," Ginny sighed as they approached the heavy doors, "Every solar eclipse the sun and moon share the sky just for a few minutes. They get to…"

Harry couldn't hear her. His mind was racing. Sun and moon share the sky…sun and moon share the sky…solar eclipse…the prophecy!

Harry grabbed Ginny's arm, his fingers digging painfully into her skin.

Ginny turned and winced, "Harry, what's wrong?"

"We have to call the Order to come right now!"

"Why, what is it?"

"It's Hermione," Harry began running in the opposite direction, "The prophecy, Ginny! Hermione is going to give birth tomorrow afternoon!"

Woah! What a chapter. Mind blowing really. Hope this made it up?

Who do you think the green man is?

Who switched the vial?

So many questions!

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Till next time,

-Smartcat