Harry Potter and the Troublesome Evie

By Trephinia Cealyn

Chapter 6 | The Plot Unfolds

          "Ron." Hermione said softly. She had watched the whole thing. She knew how much Ron hated Malfoy, she also knew that they both loved Ginny… in different ways. "Are you okay?" Ron turned still angry.     

          "Yes Hermione I'm okay." He said sarcastically. "I'm perfectly fine with the fact that my little sister is dating my worst enemy. That strikes me as okay! Does it seem okay to you?" Hermione reached forward and touched his arm gently. He pulled away. "Bloody hell Hermione." He shouted. "Just go away!"

          "Ron…" Hermione started to say but Ron cut her off.

          "Just go." He turned his back. Hermione but her lip and forced the sobs back, she ran off her shoes clicking on the floor.

          "Dumbledore, that child lives with Voldemort! How do you know she isn't sending him information about Potter or something?"

          "I didn't know you cared Servus." Dumbledore said, "Servus the child isn't sane. Anything she sent Voldemort wouldn't be reliable… he knows that."

          "Albus!" McGonagle said shocked. "You can't be serious." A teachers meeting had been called to discuss certain students.     

          "I am serious." Dumbledore said firmly. "The girl stays until you have evidence of her communicating with Voldemort."

          Evelyn walked down the halls of Hogwarts. She looked at the pictures and stopped in front of the Slytherin common room. About to say the password something rustled behind her. She turned in surprise, no one was there. "Birdies shouldn't hide." Evie squinted in the darkness. She could see a faint form, and outline. "Ghost?"

          "No I'm a cat." The ghost said sarcastically.

"Birdie shouldn't lie." Evie walked through the ghost. "Cold!" she said the password and walked down into the common room aware that the ghost followed her.

"Today we will be making an extremely hard potion, this potion will called Bloodlust will calm a vampire for days. It is used with extreme caution because if a human drinks it they will show vampire like qualities for days." Snape surveyed the room. "This potion cannot be completed in one day. You will work in partners. Pair up and get to work." Draco sighed. Goyle or Crabbe?

          "Will you be my partner?" Hermione said holding her cauldron and biting her lip. "Ron and Harry paired up before…"      

          "Sure." Draco said cutting her off. He pushed Crabbe and Goyle out of the way. "Let's get started."

          "Miss Weasley, are you paying attention?" the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher was strict but her classes were fun.

          "Sorry Professor Birch." Ginny looked down at her notes and sighed.

          "As I was saying, necromancer's are very powerful and if you ever meet one I suggest you behave nicely." Ginny's raised her hand. "Yes Miss Weasley?"

          "What exactly is a necromancer? I mean I know they have something to do with the controlling and manipulating of ghosts, but what are they really." Ginny asked rather quickly.

          "Necromancer's are usually wizards and are very rarely witches. The last necromancer witch was a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw. A very mad descendant. Salazar Slytherin himself was a Necromancer. I don't think there has been a necromancer in about 100 years." Professor Birch scanned the room and continued. "A necromancer's powers deal mainly with ghosts, spirits, dementors, shades, wraiths, and apparitions." The bell rang and Ginny left throwing her notes in her bag.

          Hermoine sat in the library researching prophecies. She had a 10 inches of parchment done and the minimum was 12. She couldn't find anything.  

          "I see you're working hard Miss Granger." Professor Vector said. She had given Hermoine the assignment. "There's a book you should look at. It's in the Restricted Section." She handed Hermoine a note. "This should help you're project."

          "Thanks," Hermoine said. The professor walked away nodding. She wandered over the to Madame Pince and the strict librarian retrieved the book for Hermione. Bringing it back over to her table Hermoine read the title 'Prophecies.' Simple enough right? She opened the first page.

Prophecies – by various prophets, diviners, and other people who tell the future

Prophecies, visions and dreams Is it what it seems?

Are you living your life?

Or are you following mine?

Fate, destiny

None of the above

Are you're visions prophetic?

Or are you suffering insanity?

Read on

But remember the warning

Prophecies aren't always what the seem

Sometimes a person's own intuition

Is better than a dream.

Chapter 1 | Prophecies about the Dark Arts

            Merlin once said that out of all the prophecies the prophecies about the Dark Arts or Dark Wizards would most likely be the truest. No one likes to lie about Dark Wizards. Merlin during one of his only prophetic visions once said this:

Three dark wizards in 2 centuries time.

All descended from the same line

One created

The one who treated

All muggles like slime

First helped build school

Where his students grew

To know and understand

His hatred for half kind

Soon one came along,

Wishing to further that vision,

Now his body is rotting in an underground prison

The next one to come, sporting a muggle father

Hated muggles here and there

Killed and killed,

Hindered by an infant

Helped by a 'foe'

Can no one stop him?

Parselmouth, weasel, dragon, and dweller with ghosts

Can you save?

Or shall I write predict you're deaths to?

            Hermione slammed the book shut. "Stopped by an infant, and helped by a 'foe'…" she murmured to herself. Does that mean what I think it means?