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Chapter Nine: A Prophecy Foretold

"Can you believe it?" squealed Michelle, clutching her Defense book. Rose nodded, her eyes wide.

"Micaro, a vampyre? I thought, you know, she was just weird!" Rose exclaimed, her arm flinging into the air for emphasis. Amy and Lita just smiled from the right and left side of Luna, who shrugged.

"I don't mind. She's a good teacher. I don't think I even knew half of the things about vampyres I know now," she commented quietly. Rose nodded at Luna.

"I agree. We're starting Icari next week, according to her. What are those?"

"Winged vampires that can be turned back into human's if you give them a new heart. Slaves of the Lady of the Lake. Originally from the myth of Icarus and Daedalus," Lita whispered. Luna smiled at her shy friend.

"Those should be interesting, don't you think?"

"Yes. Marcella can't say anything about them, they can't sense werewolves. She's getting a bit annoying with that, isn't she?" Amy spoke up.

"Yup. Spoiled brat, I'll bet Draco is just like her," Rose snapped.

"Oh, he is. Stupid git, wish he'd get expelled," came another voice from behind them. Harry walked into their view, holding a Transfiguration book in his hand. Luna smiled at him quietly, while Rose just grinned broadly.

" 'Lo Harry. How'd Transfiguration go?" she asked her 'brother'. Harry rolled his eyes.

"As it always did. A bit confusing, but otherwise just fine. We're learning about Animagi, though, so I can just get help from Sirius if I fall too far behind or something. Tomorrow we'll be finding out our forms if we ever decide to become Animagi. I don't think I will become one. I just want to survive through the year," he commented dryly. Amy laughed.

"You do seem to have the worst of luck, don't you?" she asked shyly. She had never spoken to Harry before, but he just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, Trelawny's predictions haven't come true yet, so I'm thankful for that. Otherwise I'd have died three years ago."

Harry waved at them as he turned down another corridor. The Transfiguration lessons had been held in the Great Hall ever since the corridor had collapsed. It was a miracle they were even allowed to walk around on there own, ever since some of the Death Eaters had escaped into the school. McGonagall, Snape, Remus, Sirius, Micaro, and Aria Rawlins had been combing the school thoroughly, but hadn't found a sign of them yet. Even with Remus's highly trained nose, Micaro's excellent sight in the dark, and Rawlins' Auror training. It was beginning to look bleak. McGonagall had insisted that everyone act normal and if they noticed anything suspicious, to report to a teacher immediately.

Luna walked into the hallway that held the Fat Lady and smiled at the portrait.

"Hello," she said pleasantly. The Fat Lady smiled.

"Hello dear. Password?"

"Lima Beans."

The portrait swung open, revealing the cozy looking Common room. Luna jumped up and dragged herself over the ledge to get into the room. She helped Lita up, and then walked farther in.

A fire burned brightly in the room, casting out the shadows. She sat down in a chair near the fire and frowned as her friends sat.

Tell them. They didn't mind about Micaro, at least not that much. And she's a vampyre all the time!

Luna dismissed the voice and soon got into an argument about who would win the Quidditch cup this year.

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Hermione sat down across the room from the five friends, smiling slightly as their bickering grew louder and angrier. Rose reminded her so much of Sirius, loud and angry. Yet she was also like Harry in some ways. Lita reminded her of a younger version of Hermione herself, and Amy seemed to be like Hermione as well, but had a bit more laughter in her life. Michelle she didn't know very well.

Luna was the hardest to place at of all of them. There were so many sides of her. At times she was loud and full of laughter. Other times, she was quiet and mild. Hermione knew where the quiet and mild side came from. With Professor Lupin for a father, who wouldn't be? But the loud side? It wasn't from Sirius, no matter how much he had influenced her life. Certainly not from Rose, they hadn't even really known much about each other until they began Hogwarts. Amy, Lita, and Michelle seemed more set. More shy than wild.

Hermione's thoughts flashed to Luna's mother, Angelina. But she had never known her, had she? Remus had said that his wife had died twenty days after the twins were born.

Twins! Luna's wild side probably came from her sister, Lupita. Hermione had never met the girl, but assumed that she had to be different from Luna. Most twins usually were.

Abandoning her contemplative thoughts, Hermione looked at her Arithmancy book. Professor Vector had given them some homework, but she had finished that earlier. Bored, she began to go through her bag, looking for something to read.

Her hand rested upon an old piece of parchment, and Hermione frowned. She didn't have anything as old as it felt in her bag. She tugged lightly on the parchment, and it came sliding into her hand.

It was certainly weathered, it's edges burned and frayed. The ink looked as though it had once been run across the page and then restored with a bad spell. It was written in fancy calligraphy, but in Runes. Or was it a different language? It appeared to have been written by a steady- and very much female- hand.

Peering closely, Hermione took a good look at the writing. It was definitely in a different language and not Runes. Greek, perhaps, or Latin. Either way, Hermione simply didn't know it.

Realizing she finally had something to do, Hermione pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill and set her mind to decoding the twisted letters, a book in front of her.

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"Pride of Portree is horrible! You have to be kidding! It'll be Ireland again, I know it," demanded Rose.

"I think that the Magpies will win it this year. But with Krum on Bulgaria, they have a good chance. He's really good," Michelle added. Amy and Lita shook their heads at the same time.

"Pride of Portree."

"Pride of Portree."

Rose shook her head in disgust and looked at Luna, glaring.

"What about you, Luna? What d'you think?"

"What do I think? I think that I need to tell you guys something," Luna said, before she could stop herself. Her friends gathered close, and Luna looked up. Hermione Granger was in the corner, but she was poring over a piece of parchment. Other than that, a happy fire was all that was in the room. Leaning into the small circle of her friends, she grimaced.

"I'm going to tell you my greatest secret, and you have to promise to never to tell anyone," she whispered. She felt Rose tense next to her, but the other three nodded eagerly. Taking a deep breath, she continued.

"Micaro was very brave to tell you something that could get her fired. And since I really like her, I'm going to follow the example. I'm a... werewolf."

Michelle's head rocketed back, but Amy and Lita just shrugged. Michelle gaped at her, and then stood up.

"You're a- you're a- you're a-"

"Yes, I'm a. Sit down, Michelle, you're making a scene," snapped Luna harshly. Michelle sat meekly, but her eyes stayed wide with fear.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she hissed. Luna rolled her eyes.

"Because I knew you would act like this. That's why I didn't tell you, Michelle!"

"Sorry..." she apologized meekly. Luna sighed and leaned back in her chair, smiling.

"I'm glad that's off my chest. Now, I think that the Pride's have a good chance, but so does Bulgaria. And Ireland, and the Magpies. They're all really good teams..."

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Hermione frowned and paused her quill. She had decoded the words- Latin, as it turned out- and had it down, but it still didn't make sense. She bent near it and read it to herself.

A serpent's hiss

A Dementor's kiss.

All of these will lead to the time

When joyfulness and rhyme

No longer are here

And is replaced with fear.

So many will lead forth,

Always heading towards the north.

The Moon Wolf will lead them, one by one

To a place away from the sun.

A leopard will leap first

Upon a snake that is cursed.

The Phoenix will sweep low

Disappearing far below.

Dog, Wolf, and Cobra at once

Will fight until their life is lost.

Captured and tortured

They may be killed.

Only a fire can stop the pain

Which will befall all and smear their name.

Misery begets those who will fight

This is what is foretold to our world.

Written by Angelina Lupin

Hermione gasped. This was the prophecy written by Angelina, the one that Remus had refused to give her. A wild look of excitement became written over her features, when she felt a cold breeze. Hermione sat straight up and rubbed her arms, the icy cold freezing her insides. It went away quickly, and then she continued to work on the prophecy.

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Miyuki drifted out of the Gryffindor Common room, feeling quite pleased. The girl had figured out how to translate the Latin and would soon deliver the translated prophecy into Voldemort's hands. Smiling wickedly, she remembered what the small first year had said.

"She's a werewolf... she's a werewolf... oh Marcella! She's a werewolf," she called softly as she floated down the halls, fellow ghosts passing by her and not noticing. One ghost did stop, a ghost of a Gray Lady, but it passed by as Miyuki continued.

She stopped in front of the empty wall that was the entrance into the Common room. Smiling evilly, she concentrated and then passed through the walls, unnoticed. As soon as she passed through, she made herself visible.

Only Draco Malfoy was in the Common room, reading a book. He glanced up at Miyuki as she floated by and sneered instantly.

"Miyuki Pettigrew. Have you any news for me?" drawled Draco, diverting his glance back to his book. Miyuki sniffed angrily.

"I think not. Where is your sister?" she asked in a voice that was little above a whisper. Draco wrinkled his nose and pointed to the thick wooden door that led to the hall of Girl's Dorms. Miyuki passed through him, causing him to shiver, and then went through the door and into the room with the first years.

Marcella was lying on her bed, making things go flying by with her wand. She sat up eagerly as Miyuki came back in and dropped a porcelain unicorn in the process.

"Stupid thing belongs to one of my roommates. Actually likes Gryffindors. Well, have you any news, Miyuki?" she asked, ignoring the shattered unicorn. Miyuki smiled coldly.

"I have some interesting information about Miss Lupin."

"Oh really? Care to tell me?"

"Would I have come if I wasn't planning on it?"

"I never know. You're a mystery."

"Miss Lupin is a werewolf."

Marcella smiled brutally, rubbing her hands together to get them warm in the cold room.

"Really... that dirty Professor probably bit her. And what's wonderful, I have Potions with her this afternoon. I can spread it around... she'll be so angry."

"Yes she will, Marcella. Your father would be proud."

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Luna sat down in her desk obediently, next to Lita. Her Potions partner smiled meekly and they both opened their text books. Professor Snape had scowled at them as they came in, but otherwise ignored them. Luna was grateful for this, she didn't really want to get into a fight.

Amy and Rose entered moments later, Michelle only seconds behind them. She was eying Rose warily, and Rose winked at her. Michelle sighed and sat down behind Amy.

"Hey," Luna whispered to them. Amy nodded at her and then turned back to her book. Rose grinned and made a motion of pouring a potion. Luna covered her mouth quickly as Marcella came in, glaring at Rose but smiling at Luna.

"Hello Lupin," Marcella growled. Luna rolled her eyes and turned away from Marcella.

"How was the full moon? Rather hairy?" came Mary's voice, another Slytherin first year. Luna stiffened visibly, and soon Tilly was in her face smiling.

"Can I see the scar? Dear old dad take a chunk out of you?"

Luna stood abruptly and moved to the other side of the three Slytherins. But they just moved next to her, and before Luna could move again, Snape's voice came over the noise.

"Girls... Today we will be doing a minor truth potion. It is nothing like Vertiserum, and it will only make you tell small details about yourself, such as your age and weight and such. If I had permission, I would give you all Vertiserum. See what secrets you have... laugh... We will be testing it at the end of class, so you better hurry," he hissed. Luna was for once grateful Snape was her teacher and went to go get her ingredients. Mary followed her.

"I heard being a werewolf can make your ears pointed. May I see?" she laughed. Luna grabbed her components quickly and went back over to help Lita with the potion.

But the three girls wouldn't stop. They swarmed around Luna like vultures, laughing and questioning until Luna felt like screaming. Marcella didn't notice that Professor Snape was over her as she said something else.

"Do werewolves shag a lot? Did your dad have you with a woman other than your mother?" she asked, laughing. Luna felt herself go red and she bit her tongue, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Miss Malfoy! A point from Slytherin," snapped Snape, leaning close to Marcella and Luna. Luna felt her eyes go wide in astonishment.

"Miss Malfoy, Miss Ciniwind, and Miss Trecki. If you ever tell anybody Miss Lupin's secret, I will make sure you are suspended. Now get to work and don't bother Miss Lupin anymore. She's making better marks than you are, so I suggest you devote your time to learning a subject that I should think you would know."

Snape turned from them, a heavy scowl etched across his features. Luna stared for a moment longer, and then turned back to her potion, concentrating on the telling of the truth.

Class went by quickly once Marcella and her little minions fell silent. Luna wanted to jump and cheer, but she stayed silent. Before she knew what was happening, she heard Lita telling her age (11), her weight (87 pounds), and her height (five foot exactly). Snape dismissed them, and soon the classroom was empty except for Luna and Snape. She approached his desk timidly.

"Professor Snape?" she asked. He looked up, his eyes glistening dangerously.

"What is it, Miss Lupin?"

"I- I just wanted to thank you for helping me today. I don't know how Marcella found out, but I certainly didn't want her to know," she said quietly. Snape glared at her.

"I didn't do it for you, Miss Lupin. Get out of my classroom, you're no longer needed," he snapped. Luna grabbed her bag, smiled briefly, and then ran out of the room.

Snape sighed. Why had he helped out the werewolf? She was one of his worst enemies' daughters. He treated Lupita just as badly as he treated Remus, so why would Luna be any different?

Because she's nice to you and respects you. And because Angelina was your friend, Part of Snape's mind said. He brushed it aside, but it wouldn't leave.

She looks like her father, and part of her acts like Lupin, but you can see the wild streak sometimes, and her ability at Potions confirms it. Admit it, Severus, you see Angelina in her.

Snape clenched his teeth angrily. Luna did act much like Angelina at times, but it had been Angelina's looks that had attracted him to her.

It explains nothing! Lupita looks like Angelina, but I don't treat her differently from Remus!

But how many cauldrons has she exploded, exactly? Five? And she sneers at you every time she looks at you. Angelina would never have done that.

But her attitude is much like Angelina's. She doesn't even act like her father.

You don't see her as a werewolf... you see her as Angelina, your old friend.

Snape snarled angrily and stood up, walking to the fire and throwing in a bit of Floo powder.

"Dueling classroom!" he yelled. Stepping in, the flames engulfed him, and he soon found himself stumbling in front of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, who were talking cheerfully to one another.

Sirius glared at Snape as he came into the room, his teeth showing. But Remus merely looked mildly at Snape, a small smile on his face.

"May I help you, Severus?" he asked politely. Snape glared at Sirius.

"Can Black leave?"

"I'm not-"

"Sirius, could you please excuse us?" asked Remus just as politely as before. Sirius frowned, but exited the classroom, leaving Snape alone with Remus. His old enemy smiled at him again.

"Severus?" he asked again. Snape sighed and ran a hand through his greasy hair.

"Lupin, it isn't easy for me to come to you, as you well know."

"I know."

"I wanted to ask you about Angelina."

Remus's eyes softened, but he didn't blanch or freeze. He had known perfectly well that Angelina had been friends with Severus when they were in school. He had never said anything to Snape about it, so Severus continued.

"I wanted to know about your life with her. What she was like."

Remus looked at him, his eyes full of sadness but determination.

"Angelina was a wonderful woman, as you very well know. She was your friend. She was always full of energy and happiness, the exact opposite of me. She loved to dance and we would go dancing at least once a week. She spoke of you often, Severus. She always loved you," he said gently. Snape sneered at him.

"I'm sure she was just bursting with praise about me," he said sarcastically. Remus shook his head.

"Severus, she forgave you a long time ago for being a Death Eater. She never held it against you. You were her friend, you know she never held grudges."

Snape lowered his eyes, refusing to believe it. His lips curled involuntarily, and he glared at Remus.

"Don't lie to make me feel better, Lupin."

"I'm not lying."

"Well, I don't believe you," snarled Snape. Remus stood up angrily and pulled out his wand.

"Accio photo album!" he yelled, pointing his wand in a general direction. Remus glared at Snape as he sat down again.

"Severus, if you're looking for pity, you won't receive it from me. You'll get my sympathy, but never pity. Listen carefully: Angelina never hated you. She always missed the weekends you spent together. Now sit down, my photo album will be here in a minute."

No sooner had Snape sat uneasily in the chair across from Remus than did a black book come into the room. Remus caught it and put it down on the desk. He opened it and began flipping, ignoring the pictures labeled 'First year' and 'Second year'. He stopped in the middle of the third year section and peered carefully at the pictures. A smile lit up his face and Remus removed a picture.

"Here is one of Angelina studying in our third year," said Remus. He handed it to Snape and then turned the pages, pulling out a select few. Each had neat writing on the back of it. Some said 'Angelina in her dress robes'. Others said 'Angelina and Peter arguing'. Snape stared as the pile accumulated, until Remus reached his sixth year.

"Here. This is one of you and Angelina together in the library. Sirius and James took it when they thought Angelina was cheating on me," he explained, handing a picture to Snape. He looked at it carefully.

In front of his nose was a younger version of him and Angelina, sitting side by side. Her black hair was out of her face, in a neat bun on her head. His own hair was a bit shorter than he kept it now, but still very greasy. Angelina was laughing, and Young Snape was smiling quietly. They both waved at him as he stared at the picture, stunned.

"Why did you keep this?" he asked, dumbfounded. Remus shrugged.

"I was young; I was in love. I kept any picture of Angelina I could get my hands on," he sighed. Sitting back down, he continued to go through the book, smiling fondly. He glanced up briefly as Snape stood up and smiled.

"One minute, Severus."

Remus stood up and pointed his wand at the pictures. He did a quick Copying spell, and soon Snape had a duplicate of all the pictures in his hand. He glared at Remus.

"Thank you, Lupin. I'll leave you to your foolish friends now," he hissed. Remus merely smiled and nodded.

Snape walked out of the room angrily, but stared at the picture of Angelina and him together.

Why would he do that? I hate him. Bloody werewolf. I hope he dies.

What are you thinking? He's just given you copies of the pictures he loves. Of his wife. Who died.

I don't care. She probably had some heart disease. Pity she didn't die earlier.

You know she didn't die of a heart disease. You miss her.

Bloody hell.

Snape turned on heel and walked back into the room. Remus was still staring at some of the pictures. Snape cleared his throat, and Remus looked up.

"Anything else, Severus?"

"Yes... how did Angelina die?"

Remus tensed but then forced himself to relax. Not meeting Snape's eyes, he stared at the book.

"She was killed by a group of Death Eaters."

Snape took a step back, stunned. Angelina had been killed? Seven years after Voldemort had fallen? His surprise must have shown, because Remus smiled sadly.

"It was a reminder. To say that they were still around. Either that, or they got very, very drunk."

Snape nodded, and then forced words out of his mouth that, for once, weren't sarcastic.

"Thank you, L- Remus."

"You're welcome, Severus. Any time."

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Well, that's it. Eh. Severus decided to be nice for once. Well, semi-nice. I know, I know. You're all thinking 'That is so out of character'. Yeah, well. Snape knew that the only one who knew things about Angie was Remus, so who was he going to go to? Sirius? No way, José. Please review, and you'll get a birthday cake with however many candles you want. And ice cream!