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"What-what do you mean?" Hermione whispered.

"Hermione, think about the prophecy," Professor Dumbledore reminded her. "But if one is to fall, the other will follow…"

"Resulting in tragedy for all," she finished, "Oh my goodness!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"I'm-I think I'm going to go for a walk."

"Alright, Miss Granger. I trust you will come back later?"

"I-I will. Don't worry." She stood up hastily and walked out to Hagrid's hut. She peered inside and her face fell. Hagrid wasn't there. She sighed. She stood still for hours. The world spun around her and she became dizzy. The wind blew crisply at her and a familiar malicious glint glowed in her eyes. She felt the urge again, but this time, she tried to fight it. It had become stronger than she was. She fought and fought until it took over her body and enveloped her into the soothing darkness of the night.

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Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his office twiddling his thumbs, mildly interested in them. "Where can Miss Granger be?" he asked out loud. Hermione always kept her word and when she didn't return to his office by midnight, he began to worry. He put on a black velvet cloak and slipped outside to look for Hermione.

"Pr-Professor Dumbledore! COME QUICK! Hermione's in trouble!" Hagrid came running up to him, his hair swaying wildly in the cool night breeze. Professor Dumbledore nodded towards Hagrid and the two began their way towards Hermione. "I came back 'ere after me dinner at the Pub and saw 'er standing still. I made me way to 'er and she wasn't moving. I didn't know what to do so I was looking fer ya."

"I guess you should know," Professor Dumbledore sighed. "Hagrid, have you ever read the Morbia prophecy?"

"Yeah, yeah I have," Hagrid said, scratching his head confusedly.

"Hermione is one of them."

"Oh no. Yer not going to tell me Malfoy's the other one, are ya?"

"I am afraid so Hagrid."

"We better get her to Poppy," Professor Dumbledore exhaled noisily. The two hurried back inside the school to the hospital. They waited eagerly for Madame Pomfrey.

"Albus, I don't know what to say. I-I've never seen anything like this! Her eyes are so…so blank and she's hardly breathing. Yet, she's still alive!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Poppy, do you know the Morbia prophecy?"

"Of course," she said crossly, "Doesn't everyone?"

"Well, Miss Granger is a morbia. And so is…"

"MISTER MALFOY!" Madame Pomfrey cried out. "Oh dear, oh dear!" She began pacing around nervously.

"I assume you know what is wrong with her."

"You assume right," she said. "She's in deep coma, like Mister Malfoy, but unlike him, she has a 69% of survival."

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Back up in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were playing chess. "Who's winning?" Blaise Zambini asked them. Since Hermione and Pansy, both houses had become close and got together often. That night, they were throwing a party.

"Ron, of course!" Harry responded, discouraged. On the other side of the room, Millicent Bulstrode was getting a makeover from Lavender and Parvarti.

"Ooh! Blushing rose will look so nice on you Millicent!" Lavender was squealing happily.

"Are you sure?" Millicent asked doubtfully.

"Positive!" Parvarti answered.

Everyone was enjoying the party until a loud slam silenced everyone. Standing in front of them were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Madame Pomfrey, and Professor McGonagall.

"I'm afraid that there has been an accident." Professor Dumbledore stated. "Does anyone in here know about morbias? Pansy raised her hand feebly. "Miss Parkinson?"

"A morbia is a creature that is extremely rare and powerful. It can do wondrous things, but like a vampire, it needs tons of blood to sustain itself. One morbia is born every three centuries and after every one hundred centuries, two are born," she said.

"That is correct, Miss Parkinson," Professor Snape took over. "Does anyone know of the prophecy regarding morbias?" No one knew. "Well, the two that have been born will be complete opposites. Different bloodlines, different views. One is dark and the other is bright. They both depend on the other. If one is to get hurt, the other will follow and try to destruct everything and everyone." Professor Snape stopped for a moment to let all the information sink in. Suddenly, gasps began to fill the room. The students spoke to each other in hushed whispers. "Silence!" he ordered.

"P-Professor Snape?" Neville raised his hand pathetically. "Are Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger the morbias?"

"I am afraid so Neville," Professor McGonagall took over. "Unfortunately, there has been an accident. As you all know, Draco Malfoy has been in a deep coma for almost 4 months now, from the loss of blood. What you don't know is that Hermione Granger is now also in a deep coma. We believe that she had been trying to fight the urges she felt to kill and was overtaken by the both power and energy of it."

"Will they be okay?" Harry spoke out.

"We're afraid not," Madame Pomfrey took over. "Mister Malfoy has a 3% chance of survival. We don't think he'll ever wake up, but we are keeping him alive with magic." At this Pansy choked back a sob. "Miss Granger has a great chance of waking up, but we can't let that happen. If she wakes up, she'll cause more destruction. Therefore, we are putting a charm on her. She will never wake up. That is how they both shall stay- alive but barely," she finished, wiping her brow. After this, Pansy completely broke down. Her best friends were basically dead. She fainted.

"They will be put in a special room away from everyone. They will have no visitors whatsoever. I'm very sorry about this. Both Slytherin and Gryffindor houses are excused from classes this week," Professor Dumbledore sorrowfully informed them. The professors left the room with Pansy in their arms.

Everyone sat in silence as they absorbed all the new information. Ron was the first one to speak. "Bloody hell," he said, shocked.

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Professor Dumbledore sat in his office, lost in his thoughts. "Professor Dumbledore?" a crisp voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy are here."

"Very well. Bring them in, Minerva." She nodded and brought in the Malfoys. "Lucius, Narcissa," Professor Dumbledore greeted. He was shocked to see Narcissa's face was streaked with tears. "Narcissa?" he asked gently, "Are you okay?"

"OKAY? OKAY?" she sobbed. "MY ONLY SON IS DEAD AND YOU WANT TO KNOW IF I'M OKAY?"

"It's okay, Narcissa. Young Draco is at peace," Professor Dumbledore reassured her. "They both are."

"I-I'm not at peace though. My son, my only son, died hating me. He. Hated. Me. He never knew I cared," she cried. She looked at Lucius, but he looked down, his cold face unemotional.

"I want you both to know that Draco will be greatly missed by all of Hogwarts. He was a great young man. It is a pity that he will never get his chance for greatness."

"Wasn't there anything we could have done to prevented this?" Narcissa asked shakily.

"Well…yes, but--" he was cut off.

"THERE WAS SOMETHING WE COULD HAVE DONE?" she exploded.

"Yes, but it is too late now." He said regretfully.

"I-I never wanted him dead," Lucius spoke. "I may have used the Unforgivable Curses on him and beat him, but I never wanted him dead."

"Too late for that now, isn't it Lucius?" Narcissa faced her husband. "YOU killed our son. YOU killed him."

He shook his head. "NO! NO!!!" He shook violently. "I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" Lucius broke down in tears, the first he had shed since his own father had first beaten him. He turned to Narcissa for support but she spun away from him. He raced out of the office.

"Oh dear, Narcissa, you ought to get him." Professor Dumbledore said.

"No. I won't. He deserves what he is going through. He KILLED my son."

"Okay. Thank you for coming in Mrs. Malfoy." Professor Dumbledore sighed. She got up stiffly and apparated out of Hogwarts.

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~DAILY PROPHET~ LUCIUS MALFOY FOUND DEAD IN MANOR BY WIFE, NARCISSA MALFOY- SUICIDE IS SUSPECTED

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Down in the secret room, Hermione and Draco lay side by side, together at last. And as they both slept, a cloaked figure entwined their hands together and bowed his head in grief. They were so perfect, so stunningly perfect.



Fin.



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