Chapter 2
In every generation,
There will always be,
A dark lord for the evil,
And a saviour for the free.
The one who is picked will only die
When fighting the dark lord
To save our lives.
The only way for her to live,
Is to be given a gift -
But the gift must be returned.
If the gift is not shared,
Then it will not work.
If it does not work,
Then she will not live.
And that is the way it was chosen to be.
She knew it was her. She just couldn't believe it. But somehow, she had always known it. Thoughts of what she had found out ran through her head as she made her way to Defense Against The Dark Arts. She went in and sat down at her desk, not realising she was ten minutes late. But she was never late. Never. Now he knew there was something wrong.
Professor Lupin went over to Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder. She was one of the best students, and he knew all his students well enough to know when something was wrong. And he knew something was very, very wrong.
"Hermione?"
Hermione said nothing, and sat staring blankly at the desk.
"Hermione, is something wrong?"
She remained silent. Lupin called McGonagall into the room and asked her to take the lesson while he took Hermione to see Dumbledore.
"Professor, I want to come with you" said Harry, standing up. Hermione looked up for the first time, gazing into Harry's beautiful eyes.
"Not now Harry. I will talk to you later." and he walked out of the classroom, his emerald green eyes not once lifting from Hermione's gaze.
"Now Hermione, I want you to tell me what's wrong." Dumbledore's strong voice penetrated Hermione's soul. She had to tell him. He would understand. The pale girl began to whisper...
"In every generation, there will always be, a dark lord for the evil, and a saviour for the free. The one who is picked will only die when fighting the dark lord to save our lives. The only way for her to live, is to be given a gift. But the gift must be returned. If the gift is not shared,then it will not work. If it does not work,then she will not live. But I know now the saviour..."
She paused, and took a deep breath.
"Is me."
In every generation,
There will always be,
A dark lord for the evil,
And a saviour for the free.
The one who is picked will only die
When fighting the dark lord
To save our lives.
The only way for her to live,
Is to be given a gift -
But the gift must be returned.
If the gift is not shared,
Then it will not work.
If it does not work,
Then she will not live.
And that is the way it was chosen to be.
She knew it was her. She just couldn't believe it. But somehow, she had always known it. Thoughts of what she had found out ran through her head as she made her way to Defense Against The Dark Arts. She went in and sat down at her desk, not realising she was ten minutes late. But she was never late. Never. Now he knew there was something wrong.
Professor Lupin went over to Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder. She was one of the best students, and he knew all his students well enough to know when something was wrong. And he knew something was very, very wrong.
"Hermione?"
Hermione said nothing, and sat staring blankly at the desk.
"Hermione, is something wrong?"
She remained silent. Lupin called McGonagall into the room and asked her to take the lesson while he took Hermione to see Dumbledore.
"Professor, I want to come with you" said Harry, standing up. Hermione looked up for the first time, gazing into Harry's beautiful eyes.
"Not now Harry. I will talk to you later." and he walked out of the classroom, his emerald green eyes not once lifting from Hermione's gaze.
"Now Hermione, I want you to tell me what's wrong." Dumbledore's strong voice penetrated Hermione's soul. She had to tell him. He would understand. The pale girl began to whisper...
"In every generation, there will always be, a dark lord for the evil, and a saviour for the free. The one who is picked will only die when fighting the dark lord to save our lives. The only way for her to live, is to be given a gift. But the gift must be returned. If the gift is not shared,then it will not work. If it does not work,then she will not live. But I know now the saviour..."
She paused, and took a deep breath.
"Is me."