Harry Potter and the Great Prophecy – chapter 8
A.N. hi ppl…so how was the last chapter? Plz review…and I've made the 1st chapter easier to read….sorry for the inconvenience. So anyway, enjoy this chapter! Ciao!
Hermione caught up with Draco and made her presence known by clearing her throat. Draco looked up, mildly surprised; until he saw who it was. Quickly, he replaced the half-smile on his face with a smirk. Hermione could see plainly that it was forced and she wondered why. "Hello Granger. Tired of walking with Potty and the Weasel already huh? I'm not surprised…I certainly cannot stand a Potty and a Weasel of all people for more than one second," he sneered half-heartedly. "I guess my theory was wrong then Malfoy…" Hermione said grimly but with a trace of sadness in her voice. "What theory, Granger? Another stupid brainy idea from wonder girl?" Draco sneered, but he was curious too. "I thought we could be friends," Hermione said in a defeated voice, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. Draco stared. Whatever it was, he never expected this.
They walked in silence, with Harry and Ron trailing after them. Suddenly, Quintaz broke it (the silence). "There, see? Up ahead. Those two houses are yours. They're protected by many anti-Dark spells but I expect Voldemort can still penetrate them, so it's best to be careful. If you're in the Fairy Glen and danger approaches you, just call for me and I will protect you from any danger," Quintaz said, speaking loud enough for Harry and Ron to hear. "Believe me…I can protect you from any danger, as long as you're in the Fairy Glen…outside…well, most dangers anyway," Quintaz added, seeing their disbelieving looks.
They had reached the houses by this time. Quintaz asked them to stand back and went up to the door of the house on the left. She took out a sparkling rod and tapped the door a few times rapidly, all the while muttering something in a different language. Slowly, both the doors opened simultaneously. Quintaz looked back and said, "It's a password and it's top-secret so I can't tell you, and that way, when you want to go out, you HAVE to call me. Go in and see your houses. The doors will close automatically…Good Night." She disappeared before the quartet could say a word. "Night everyone," Ron said, before going in. Hermione followed suit after nodding to the other two. The door closed. Harry was left alone with Draco outside.
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"After you, Malfoy," Harry said, with mock-politeness. To his surprise, Draco didn't retort and went straight in through the open door. Harry followed and the door closed behind him. "How come you didn't answer?" Harry asked, surprised. "I was too tired to argue…and besides, we're on a pact right? Good Night Potter," Malfoy yawned, turning to Harry with a look of mild surprise on his face, before climbing the steps and going out of sight. Harry, instead of dwelling on this astonishing fact, looked around the place. It was quite cosy with many armchairs here and there. There was a door behind one of the armchairs. That one connects to Ron's and Hermione's house I suppose, he thought. To his surprise, he did not feel like going there at all.
Harry quickly shook that thought out of his head and climbed the stairs to join Draco upstairs. On the second floor, there was only one door, presumably the bedroom. Harry opened the door and faced a magnificent King-sized bed, in which Draco was already lying on. He was visibly sleeping with a small smile on his face. Harry quickly looked away and took in his surroundings. There was a misty smell lingering on everything. It was quite pleasant actually. There were magnificent portraits of different aged fairies lining the wall majestically. An old male fairy with maggots crawling all over his toes looked at Harry and smiled morosely.
Harry yawned and felt tired all of a sudden. He quickly took of his glasses, plopped on the bed, made sure that he was more than ten inches away from Draco and promptly went to sleep, once the covers were over his head.
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"Massster, Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew await outside to ssseeee you…May I let them in?" a King Cobra hissed to a Dark Figure, which was sitting on a high chair. "Let them in Parsssssiussss," commanded a cold voice in parseltongue. The King Cobra nodded and slithered away at once. The Dark Figure sat up and waited patiently, until the snake came back with two people, both clothed from top to bottom in Dark Death-Eater Robes.
Both of them walked nervously towards the figure and stopped ten paces away from it. The Dark Figure waved its hand at the snake. "You may leave, Parsssiussss," it hissed in parseltongue. Then it focused its attention on the two people standing in front of it. "I, Lucius Malfoy, seek the presence of Lord Voldemort, greatest sorcerer in the world," said one of the Death Eaters. The other one, a squat short figure then said, "I, Peter Pettigrew, too seek the presence of Lord Voldemort, greatest-," when he was interrupted by the Dark Figure itself, presumably, Lord Voldemort. "Enough! Tell me the news," Lord Voldemort said curtly. "Er, well, Harry Potter, umm, is i-in the cus-t-tody of th-the fairy c-c-clan, L-Lord," Peter Pettigrew stammered, clearly frightened about what Lord Voldemort would say.
"What? I clearly ordered you to capture him while he was in the Forbidden Forest. He was an easy target, you fools!" Voldemort said in a quiet controlled voice, which was full of suppressed rage. "We were too late, my lord. By the time we located him, he was in the company of a fairy and my son as well as the mudblood-lover's son were in the company of a centaur. Both of these creatures are forbidden to us, as they are creatures of the Light. Only great sorcerers from the Dark Side…" said Lucius Malfoy when he was interrupted by Lord Voldemort. "I do not need a dumb lecture right now Malfoy!" thundered Voldemort. "All I know is that you have failed me and that I must give you a punishment. What shall it be? Choose now," he continued, lowering his voice to a deadly whisper. "My L-Lord! Give us a-another ch-ch-chance! We w-will n-not f-f-fail you th-this t-t-time!" Peter Pettigrew shrieked.
"Very well, I shall grant you one more chance to capture Potter and his gang before they are capable of battling with me. I shall give you two days to concoct a plan and within a fortnight, you must capture them…or you know what will happen to you," Voldemort said, after pondering for a few minutes. Peter Pettigrew trembled uncontrollably and even Lucius Malfoy shuddered visibly. "But before you leave, I feel that there is a need to show you what is one of the things that will happen to you if you fail…"Voldemort continued before taking out his wand. He pointed it straight at both of them and said, "Crucio!" in a calm voice and watched Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew writhe and scream in pain with a vindictive sort of pleasure.
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