A/N:
Here comes chapter 3. I know I said this was my school-story, but I got bored
and wrote the next chapter anyway. J I hope you're
grateful that I wrote this instead of my school thingy. And I hope you will get
some surprises from this. I hope it makes sense.
The
prophecy in this chapter is the last one. The seeress got the name from a
friend of mine and Chersty is the anglicanization of a Norwegian name I kind of
like. Anything you recognize as J.K.Rowlings' belongs to her. The plot is
mine, I hope. Read, ENJOY, Review. RER. Have fun, be careful.
Chapter
3.
"What
does this mean for me? I am supposed to sacrifice myself to someone. All I know
about him is that he is cold. Gee life doesn't get any better than
this." Ginny Weasley was muttering to herself.
She
had come to the Headmaster's chambers to relieve herself of some anxiety
regarding a strange dream she had dreamt the night before. If she had known
that Malfoy would have come running with a prophecy that matched her dream she
would have told Ron or someone else.
Now
all of a sudden she was the one destined to defeat Voldemort. Harry, who had
the experience, had too much experience and shared too much with Voldemort. She
was sixteen. But her youth had stopped the day Voldemort had trapped her in the
Chamber of Secrets. Now she was supposed to sin with this person she was
destined to be with and…
Ginny
couldn't bear to think of it anymore. She looked up at Dumbledore and
Malfoy, they were talking about the thing she wanted to avoid, the prophecies.
When
Professor McGonagall entered the room about 15 minutes later Ginny felt so
happy that she could cry. Finally someone who didn't talk over her head.
"Albus, why are Mr. Malfoy and ms. Weasley here instead of in their
classes." Minerva McGonagall, sense and school to the core.
Professor
Dumbledore took her aside and explained the situation to her. When she had been
briefed she needed a second to recuperate, then she was back on track.
"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Weasley. I suggest the two of you leave your prophecy
and your dream in the headmaster's very capable hands. After all
that's what he's paid for. You will walk back to your Houses and
stay there until supper. Don't think about it, as you won't be able
to solve it."
Minerva
watched them disappear before she said anything. "What do you want me to
do, Albus?"
"Well,
as ms. Weasley so pointedly realised, she is the fire that these texts refer
to. But who is the ice?" McGonagall just looked at her boss. Sometimes
she was convinced he was a nutcase. But again and again he had proven her
wrong.
While
she was looking at him she had an idea. "Albus, years ago when I was a
student here Binns mentioned a prophecy during History of Magic. The seeress
Larissa made it. All the other of her prophecies has been interpreted except
one." She lifted her wand. "Accio Larissa's sights."
She
lay the book down on the table and began to leaf through the pages. Until,
"ah, here it is." She took on a serious voice and began to read.
"She
will be fire,
With a
temper to match
He will
be ice,
His
secrets will be many to catch
His
parentage won't be what it seems
He shall
mate with the girl of his dreams.
Together they will face the one without name Afterwards
nothing will ever be the same."
"But
what does it mean?" She pondered then decided to look up. "Albus,
what's the matter? Why are you so pale?" The revered headmaster of
Hogwarts had suddenly paled from normal skin colour to something that matched
his white beard. "What is it, Albus? Do you know who this
"Ice" is?"
Dumbledore
didn't look amused or like himself anymore.
"I
didn't think it would come to this. The boy clearly had some
risqué in living like he did, but this means he have to face the dark
lord anyway." He sighed.
"Let
me spin you a tale of a time long forgotten, Minerva." They sat down together in front of the
fireplace, Dumbledore nibbled absently on a chocolate frog. "After I had
defeated Grindelwald I did something nearly no one knows about. I got
married. I married Chersty; she
was one of my best friends and the only girl I've ever loved. She was
wonderful, always had a laugh in store for every occasion. Her hair was long
with the colour of honey; her eyes were big and brown." Dumbledore
nibbled some more on the chocolate frog.
"What
no one knows, not even the people who did know of the marriage, was the reason
Chersty died." Dumbledore's eyes filled with tears and he dragged
out a handkerchief to dry them away before he continued his tale. Minerva felt
like she sat on pins. He had been married? How come no one knew?
"They
couldn't know, because Chersty died in childbirth. Something had gone
terribly wrong and she died. The baby, a girl, lived. I could barely stand to
look at her. But while I was grieving over Chersty, I knew I had to do something
about the girl. I was in no position to raise a little girl. She would be in
danger the whole time if it were discovered that I was her father. I named her
Narcissa, for Chersty's favourite flowers. But she couldn't have my
last name so I gave her my brother's first name as her last name. I let
her stay with the housekeeper while I was working. It worked fine until she
turned five. Then she had to go to school. Boarding school was the answer and
it seemed like she enjoyed it. But when she was eleven she got the letter and
it was as Narcissa Aberforth she came here to Hogwarts. "
Minerva
gasped. "The Narcissa Aberforth who married Lucius Malfoy?"
Albus
Dumbledore nodded. "I didn't want her to marry him, but she
pointedly told me that I was in no position to tell her who to marry and who
not to marry. Lucius wasn't a death-eater back then and was highly
respectable. I should have known something was wrong when she insisted on
marrying him straight away. Not once did she mention love, Minerva, not once."
He had
stopped eating chocolate frogs. "Surely she loved him. Maybe she just
overlooked the fact that you needed to know." McGonagall tried to comfort
him but to no use.
"She
didn't love him, Minerva. Nearly nine months later Draco was born. We all
know he has hair the colour of ice, well as do Narcissa. His eyes are grey. If
you see Lucius in the right mood, his eyes are grey as well, but not as grey as
a well known prankster's, who we all know and love."
Minerva
McGonagall's eyes widened out. "No?" Dumbledore nearly
chuckled.
"Yes.
He is Draco's father. I don't know where I went wrong in raising
her, because it seemed like she had an argument with him and decided to marry
Malfoy. Unfortunately for both
Draco and Lucius, Lucius noticed that Draco couldn't be his son. In a fit
of anger he decided to join Voldemort's death-eaters. Life in the Malfoy
household has never been the same since."
Minerva
tried out her voice. During this conversation she had gotten more shocks that
in nearly all of her lifetime.
"So
what you're saying is that Draco is ice, but at the same time he's
your grandson and Sirius Black's son? Therefore the part about parentage.
Albus, I am confused. Poor Ginny. She has to marry the one she thinks is her
enemy."
Minerva McGonagall
rambled on until Professor Dumbledore decided to interfere. "Strictly
speaking neither one of the prophecies or dream says anything about getting
married. I believe sin was the word used in the dream."
Minerva
looked at him. "I doubt that you would get Molly Weasley to see it like
that. I can't imagine her being all that positive to this idea and if you
suggest that Ginny and Draco simply take a roll in the hay she will be furious.
I don't see Ginny and Draco being all that positive to the idea either,
although they'll like the idea of marriage even less than Mrs. Weasley
would."
Albus
stared at his phoenix. "What do you think we should we do about this
Fawkes?"
