Professor Dumbledore looked up at Draco. His eyes kept twinkling in that manner that annoyed Draco immensely. He always felt that the professor knew something important about him that he ought to know of whenever he spotted the twinkle.
"Hello Draco." The headmaster's eyes just kept twinkling like he had heard an extremely funny joke. Draco looked at Ginny Weasley. She blushed when she noticed, but she still managed to keep a straight face. "Malfoy" He was acknowledged with a cold nod.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Potions with Snape now, Draco? Did something important happen? In say, Divination?" Draco strongly suspected that either the headmaster was a better seer than Professor Trelawney or the headmaster had enchanted some parts of the castles so that he knew what everyone was doing. Draco was willing to wager everything that it was the second guess that was the correct one. "I am here, because it seemed to me like this was something you ought to know of, sir. Professor Trelawney fell in some kind of trance during divination. The only real reason I am here is because it seemed different from her normal "trances", I mean she didn't even predict Potter's death once, sir." Now Dumbledore had lost the twinkle in his eyes and looked at Draco in a manner that he rarely used. "This might be important Draco. Can you remember what Sybil said? Her exact words?"
Draco tried to think. " It was something like this." And then he spoke:
"Fire and Ice
Will cause Hell to freeze
The most powerful Witch of all
Must give herself willingly to the cold
Thus protection of the innocent shall
And will make new life rise"
Now the head master looked really serious. "Thank you for bringing this to me, Draco. " Ginny just stared at Draco. "Headmaster this fits in with my dream. " Dumbledore must have noticed Draco's stricken expression. "Young miss Weasley here is apparently having some talents in the seer department herself. She had a dream last night. Would you be so kind to tell mr. Malfoy of your dream, miss Weasley?" Ginny sighed, she really didn't want to tell him of her dream. But she had too much respect for Dumbledore to refuse to do anything he requested.
"My dream started with hearing voices. They kept whispering, "follow us, follow us." So I did. We went through a landscape torn apart by war. Finally we reached a tent. Inside sat a woman that they all referred to as "Mother". I asked her what war this was. I can remember her answer. "My dear child. This is what the earth will look like if you fail the assignment I will give to you. The man whose name will not be mentioned by people of fear will get control. No matter how many times the boy who lived will duel with him neither one will ever win. They are too similar and share to many powers to be able to defeat each other. You have the strength and determination to beat him. He used you, but that didn't weaken you. It only made you stronger. You are the only witch able to control the outcome of the world." She patted my head and continued speaking in a slightly more formal voice.
"This you must do;
You are the fire
He is the ice
To defeat the dark and cold.
You must do as you're told
Joined together you will win
Forever life could be caused by your sin."
And then I woke up. I suppose that makes me "the most powerful witch of all" from Professor Trelawney's prophesy. I am fire, but where is the ice? And what exactly are we supposed to do?" She was met with silence.
A/n: It seems like my internet connection is down at the moment, so I'll upload this whenever it gets up again. My little sister had some fun with it, and afterwards it stopped working.
Well, if you can't see where I am going with this I am not going to tell you yet. This is my school story, only written while in class
I should be writing my essay and analyze "Winter in Bellapalma" by Jens Bjørneboe right now Oh .. Well
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