AN: Hi, there!!! Erm...yeah... so, next chappy. I put this in here to tell
y'all what the spell/curse prophesy thing actually is. Sorry if it's short,
but this is such a small topic.
Disclaimer: Mi no hablo ingles. ::lawyers bring in a translater:: Est-ce que je n'ai dit 'no hablo ingles'? Je m'ai voulu dire ne parle pas anglais ou espagnol!
Chapter 11: The Prophesy
Albus Dumbledore called another staff meeting as soon as he got the note from Severus Snape. (AN: just so everyone knows: Gryffindor 6th years would be in Transfiguration. 'Mione is still in the Hospital Wing.) He sat down in his black robes and fixed his white pointed hat.
"I'm sorry, Albus, but what exactly is this spell slash curse prophesy?" Professor Trelawny asked.
"I would've thought you'd know all about that mumbo-jumbo, whoops! You only know the fake 'you'll-die-today' crap." Snape muttered. Trelawny smiled up, unaware of how stupid she looked, Divination professor not knowing a historical DIVINE prophesy.
"Well, Sibyl, it's surprising for you not to know. But, do not fret, I'm sure no one else knows either. I'll let you in on this." Dumbledore got up and the candles dimmed. The professors all took a seat and looked up at the headmaster eagerly. It almost seemed as if the grown professors were little kindergartners sitting 'criss-cross applesauce' and looking up at their teacher.
(AN: I rather not quotate this. I look at it as a story, not a dialogue. But, I guess if you can hear Dumbledore's raspy voice and it's proper grammar, what the hay? )
"It was four hundred years ago. Hogwarts was just in its early years, after the four founders had passed on. The headmistress was a good lady, very intelligent and fair. Her name was Agatha Teaumont.
"She looked over her school, but was very strict and clearly clue less of what went on in her students' life. That led the students to dramatic things, things Ms. Teaumont never knew. When a young heart is preoccupied, the child is very dismissive and very...not willing to do well in work." Dumbledore cleared his throat. He started to pace, feeling a bit apprehensive to tell stories of all this.
"Well, a young girl in her 6th year appeared to have a sudden struggle with her studies. It was fairly odd to see this. The girl's name was Natasha Helmerting. She was the very top in her class, if not the top she was within the top three. It seems in her sixth year Natasha began to see a young fellow Ravenclaw. They were deeply in lust.
"One foggy morning in December the boy took her on a walk. The fog was very thick. One could not see but three inches in front of themselves. The two made their way to the lake area. They stopped halfway there. The boy gave Natasha a ring. It was silver with a sapphire and had diamonds encompassing it. He gave it to her. She thought they were really in love. Natasha was happy and seemed to think this ring was a Promise Ring." Dumbledore looked up, to get consent that they all knew promise rings were meant to keep to lovers in love, promised to each other in eternity. A couple professors nodded and shifted in their seats. He continued.
"But, I am afraid, it was not a Promise Ring. The boy carefully told her that she was a very nice girl, but he could not see her anymore. Why, is uncertain. He looked into her eyes. She put the ring on her marriage finger. (Left hand, ring finger.) And simply floated backwards, still looking at him until she was lost in the fog." He stopped and blew his nose.
"You see, it literally broke Natasha's heart. Her magic instantly rose. It carried her off into the mists, a very odd thing. Her arms reached out as if to grab the boy, but she kept retreating. The young man panicked and started calling her, 'Tasha! don't leave me 'Tasha!'" Dumbledore's raspy voice faded distantly. He stopped pacing and sat in his leather chair.
"Natasha had floated away, indeed. Her heart split right down the very middle. She screamed in agony and continued to ascend into the mists.
"The young man ran to Miss Teaumont. She told him he was being a silly boy and that he should be doing schoolwork or what not. He waited until breakfast was served and the fog had cleared up. He looked out the old Charms Tower window, but saw nothing. Being concerned, he asked all the Ravenclaw girls if they had seen her. They searched high and low, coming up with nothing." Dumbledore paused to look at Minerva McGonagall.
"They checked every bathroom. Even specific cough bathrooms that had been used by other cough, cough girls that had had their hearts broken. No where could she be found. They told the Headmistress that she went missing." Dumbledore paused. Minnie had used one of those bathrooms for 3 weeks straight when Dumbledore started his teaching days. He had to reprimand her and send her to her house for a weekend. Albus clearly remembered giving her a pep talk about the 'other fish in the sea'.
"It seems that Natasha Hemerting had placed a spell on herself. She bound it on all good students to come. This was basically how it worked," Dumbledore picked up a chalk board and began to scribble what he was saying down.
"She went to Heaven and all that. Then, every year to come she would protect a girl. (Or in her words protect.) When the smart young lady reached 6th year and began to look at someone with lust, Natasha took over. She Peeked into their minds for the rest of the year.
"In April, she would see if they were in love. If not, she took the girl and placed them somewhere close to Heaven. It was a house with everything they needed. Every ten years the girls would loose will and slowly die. Heaven was close by, so when the time came they simply floated across a few clouds. Natasha's spell-curse has kept working four all this time. Mostly in the past, Beauxbatons' girls would disappear. But the past five years Hogwarts lost girls." Dumbledore sat again.
"In order to end the spell-curse, their will be one true love. They will share a kiss before dawn on a misted over April morning. Natasha is said to then come down and grant them life or death-dom. If they choose death, they go to Heaven. If they choose life, they will live with each other until old age." Dumbledore clicked his fingers and the candles lit up more. "But, the likelihood of that happening anytime soon is very grim."
"So, Albus, what you're saying is that Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy are likely to...die?" Professor Sprout asked.
"I am afraid so." Dumbledore said. "No matter how hard we try to keep them from seeing each other, the spell-curse will find a way."
"Professor?" Madam Hooch piped up.
"Yes?" Dumbledore inquired.
"What now?" She looked up at him.
"We shall wait." Dumbledore stated. "There is only one way to find out if they are the true love couple to end Natasha's madness."
"And what is that?" Severus questioned, determination evident on his face.
"Dreams." Albus replied. Upon seeing Snape's defiant face, he added, "But of course they would never tell us which dream they had, for they do not know the difference. They may say 'I love you' but the way in which that happens is what is key. And even if we did ask, they would claim not to know. Or even become suddenly mute or claim to always have dreamless sleep."
"I see." Professor Flitwick said quietly. "Well, we best not keep our classes waiting anymore than they are."
"I agree." Dumbledore said as he ushered them out the door. "Good day!"
~*~*~*~In the Infirmary (Just before the staff meeting)~*~*~*~
"Hold still." Madam Pomfrey ordered. She had just given a stricken Hermione a pain killer potion.
Hermione yelped as Pomfrey popped her shoulder back into its socket. (AN: Ouch!) Then, Hermione sighed in relief, now it felt better.
"Now fer the small one." The nurse picked up her hand gently.
"I thought my knuckle was just popping. I couldn't feel any hurting because Ron still pulled." Hermione explained.
"I see." Madam Pomfrey popped the finger back and muttered about using a spell to magic it off would have been more effective. She then proceeded to sling Hermione's arm to prevent mobility. She gave her a tiny metal brace for her finger too.
"Oh, my! I have a meeting with Albus. You stay here, Missy. I'll lock the door. You need anything, go up to my desk and give the blue button a buzz."
And with that, Mdm. Pomfrey bustled out the door.
Hermione started to twist at her ring. It moved freely, so she began to try and take it off. It immediatley clasped shut.
After ten minutes she commenced her homework muttering along the lines of 'at least it wasn't my right hand'.
Her emerald ring began to glow and glow and glow. There was a creaking and the air vent cover popped out. A tall figure with dust covered blonde hair jumped out.
"Pomfrey witch has to charm the doors...like I'm gonna hurt you." Draco Malfoy muttered.
"Draco! What're you doing here!?" Hermione pulled the covers up with her good arm to prevent him from seeing her paper hospital gown.
"Seeing you." He said. "Making sure you are cough alright cough." Draco came over and sat on the edge of her bed.
Both their rings glowed. Draco leaned in closer to Hermione. Their rings connected, unknown to them. They both brushed lips breathlessly. There was a loud, audible gasp and something materialized out of thin air.
"Hermione!!!" Two male voices chorused.
Hermione's stomach lurched. This was bad... Real bad...
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AN: TA-DA!!! Not much of a cliffie. Who else could be invisible?
Review my children!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!! MWHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Mi no hablo ingles. ::lawyers bring in a translater:: Est-ce que je n'ai dit 'no hablo ingles'? Je m'ai voulu dire ne parle pas anglais ou espagnol!
Chapter 11: The Prophesy
Albus Dumbledore called another staff meeting as soon as he got the note from Severus Snape. (AN: just so everyone knows: Gryffindor 6th years would be in Transfiguration. 'Mione is still in the Hospital Wing.) He sat down in his black robes and fixed his white pointed hat.
"I'm sorry, Albus, but what exactly is this spell slash curse prophesy?" Professor Trelawny asked.
"I would've thought you'd know all about that mumbo-jumbo, whoops! You only know the fake 'you'll-die-today' crap." Snape muttered. Trelawny smiled up, unaware of how stupid she looked, Divination professor not knowing a historical DIVINE prophesy.
"Well, Sibyl, it's surprising for you not to know. But, do not fret, I'm sure no one else knows either. I'll let you in on this." Dumbledore got up and the candles dimmed. The professors all took a seat and looked up at the headmaster eagerly. It almost seemed as if the grown professors were little kindergartners sitting 'criss-cross applesauce' and looking up at their teacher.
(AN: I rather not quotate this. I look at it as a story, not a dialogue. But, I guess if you can hear Dumbledore's raspy voice and it's proper grammar, what the hay? )
"It was four hundred years ago. Hogwarts was just in its early years, after the four founders had passed on. The headmistress was a good lady, very intelligent and fair. Her name was Agatha Teaumont.
"She looked over her school, but was very strict and clearly clue less of what went on in her students' life. That led the students to dramatic things, things Ms. Teaumont never knew. When a young heart is preoccupied, the child is very dismissive and very...not willing to do well in work." Dumbledore cleared his throat. He started to pace, feeling a bit apprehensive to tell stories of all this.
"Well, a young girl in her 6th year appeared to have a sudden struggle with her studies. It was fairly odd to see this. The girl's name was Natasha Helmerting. She was the very top in her class, if not the top she was within the top three. It seems in her sixth year Natasha began to see a young fellow Ravenclaw. They were deeply in lust.
"One foggy morning in December the boy took her on a walk. The fog was very thick. One could not see but three inches in front of themselves. The two made their way to the lake area. They stopped halfway there. The boy gave Natasha a ring. It was silver with a sapphire and had diamonds encompassing it. He gave it to her. She thought they were really in love. Natasha was happy and seemed to think this ring was a Promise Ring." Dumbledore looked up, to get consent that they all knew promise rings were meant to keep to lovers in love, promised to each other in eternity. A couple professors nodded and shifted in their seats. He continued.
"But, I am afraid, it was not a Promise Ring. The boy carefully told her that she was a very nice girl, but he could not see her anymore. Why, is uncertain. He looked into her eyes. She put the ring on her marriage finger. (Left hand, ring finger.) And simply floated backwards, still looking at him until she was lost in the fog." He stopped and blew his nose.
"You see, it literally broke Natasha's heart. Her magic instantly rose. It carried her off into the mists, a very odd thing. Her arms reached out as if to grab the boy, but she kept retreating. The young man panicked and started calling her, 'Tasha! don't leave me 'Tasha!'" Dumbledore's raspy voice faded distantly. He stopped pacing and sat in his leather chair.
"Natasha had floated away, indeed. Her heart split right down the very middle. She screamed in agony and continued to ascend into the mists.
"The young man ran to Miss Teaumont. She told him he was being a silly boy and that he should be doing schoolwork or what not. He waited until breakfast was served and the fog had cleared up. He looked out the old Charms Tower window, but saw nothing. Being concerned, he asked all the Ravenclaw girls if they had seen her. They searched high and low, coming up with nothing." Dumbledore paused to look at Minerva McGonagall.
"They checked every bathroom. Even specific cough bathrooms that had been used by other cough, cough girls that had had their hearts broken. No where could she be found. They told the Headmistress that she went missing." Dumbledore paused. Minnie had used one of those bathrooms for 3 weeks straight when Dumbledore started his teaching days. He had to reprimand her and send her to her house for a weekend. Albus clearly remembered giving her a pep talk about the 'other fish in the sea'.
"It seems that Natasha Hemerting had placed a spell on herself. She bound it on all good students to come. This was basically how it worked," Dumbledore picked up a chalk board and began to scribble what he was saying down.
"She went to Heaven and all that. Then, every year to come she would protect a girl. (Or in her words protect.) When the smart young lady reached 6th year and began to look at someone with lust, Natasha took over. She Peeked into their minds for the rest of the year.
"In April, she would see if they were in love. If not, she took the girl and placed them somewhere close to Heaven. It was a house with everything they needed. Every ten years the girls would loose will and slowly die. Heaven was close by, so when the time came they simply floated across a few clouds. Natasha's spell-curse has kept working four all this time. Mostly in the past, Beauxbatons' girls would disappear. But the past five years Hogwarts lost girls." Dumbledore sat again.
"In order to end the spell-curse, their will be one true love. They will share a kiss before dawn on a misted over April morning. Natasha is said to then come down and grant them life or death-dom. If they choose death, they go to Heaven. If they choose life, they will live with each other until old age." Dumbledore clicked his fingers and the candles lit up more. "But, the likelihood of that happening anytime soon is very grim."
"So, Albus, what you're saying is that Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy are likely to...die?" Professor Sprout asked.
"I am afraid so." Dumbledore said. "No matter how hard we try to keep them from seeing each other, the spell-curse will find a way."
"Professor?" Madam Hooch piped up.
"Yes?" Dumbledore inquired.
"What now?" She looked up at him.
"We shall wait." Dumbledore stated. "There is only one way to find out if they are the true love couple to end Natasha's madness."
"And what is that?" Severus questioned, determination evident on his face.
"Dreams." Albus replied. Upon seeing Snape's defiant face, he added, "But of course they would never tell us which dream they had, for they do not know the difference. They may say 'I love you' but the way in which that happens is what is key. And even if we did ask, they would claim not to know. Or even become suddenly mute or claim to always have dreamless sleep."
"I see." Professor Flitwick said quietly. "Well, we best not keep our classes waiting anymore than they are."
"I agree." Dumbledore said as he ushered them out the door. "Good day!"
~*~*~*~In the Infirmary (Just before the staff meeting)~*~*~*~
"Hold still." Madam Pomfrey ordered. She had just given a stricken Hermione a pain killer potion.
Hermione yelped as Pomfrey popped her shoulder back into its socket. (AN: Ouch!) Then, Hermione sighed in relief, now it felt better.
"Now fer the small one." The nurse picked up her hand gently.
"I thought my knuckle was just popping. I couldn't feel any hurting because Ron still pulled." Hermione explained.
"I see." Madam Pomfrey popped the finger back and muttered about using a spell to magic it off would have been more effective. She then proceeded to sling Hermione's arm to prevent mobility. She gave her a tiny metal brace for her finger too.
"Oh, my! I have a meeting with Albus. You stay here, Missy. I'll lock the door. You need anything, go up to my desk and give the blue button a buzz."
And with that, Mdm. Pomfrey bustled out the door.
Hermione started to twist at her ring. It moved freely, so she began to try and take it off. It immediatley clasped shut.
After ten minutes she commenced her homework muttering along the lines of 'at least it wasn't my right hand'.
Her emerald ring began to glow and glow and glow. There was a creaking and the air vent cover popped out. A tall figure with dust covered blonde hair jumped out.
"Pomfrey witch has to charm the doors...like I'm gonna hurt you." Draco Malfoy muttered.
"Draco! What're you doing here!?" Hermione pulled the covers up with her good arm to prevent him from seeing her paper hospital gown.
"Seeing you." He said. "Making sure you are cough alright cough." Draco came over and sat on the edge of her bed.
Both their rings glowed. Draco leaned in closer to Hermione. Their rings connected, unknown to them. They both brushed lips breathlessly. There was a loud, audible gasp and something materialized out of thin air.
"Hermione!!!" Two male voices chorused.
Hermione's stomach lurched. This was bad... Real bad...
~*~*~~~*~~~*~*~*~~~
AN: TA-DA!!! Not much of a cliffie. Who else could be invisible?
Review my children!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!! MWHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!