Title: Elementals of Magic: Prophecy of Lies
Author name and e-mail: mistykasumi at SeducerofFantasy@hotmail.com
Summary: A 7th year contest causes Harry and Draco to bond, setting off a prophecy long ago stopped by the interference of Sirius Black. A prophecy that told of Voldemort's destruction.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Action/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters and objects. They belong to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros, and anyone else with copyrights. I, however, do own the plot of this, and any original items, characters, spells, and other objects do belong to me.
Dedication: IcyEyes202, for being a dear!
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Chapter 4
Tensions Surmount
When Harry entered the room, two of the other champions looked at him, then resumed what they had been doing. Violet winked at him from her picture. He remembered this room from Fourth Year, where he had been allowed to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament with Krum, Fleur, and Cedric.
Susan was pacing back and forth across the room, lost in thought, every now and then looking at one of the other champions. Terry was staring into space, a misty look in his eyes. He stood against the wall by the door, lost in his head. Harry wondered if he had blinked even once ever since he had entered the room. Malfoy was leaning against the fireplace. The fire leapt up every now and then, burning merrily. The trademark smirk was in place, and he stared at Harry. Harry, unnerved, let his gaze roam elsewhere.
After severmal moments of waiting, Dumbledore entered the room, followed by McGonagall, Kyon, Flitwick, and Sprout, the Heads of Houses. Dumbledore beamed at them.
"Congratulations for being chosen, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Boot, and Miss Bones. I must tell you that you cannot quit this competition. All of you will be exempt from end of year exams. The first contest will be on October 25. You may not ask for help from anyone. Everything must be done alone. Good luck to each of you, and I suggest returning to your Houses. No doubt a party is underway in each House."
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, may I ask who will be judging us?" Terry asked.
"Yes, of course. Myself, and these four professors will be judging you. Anything else?" Taking the silence as a negative, Dumbledore strode out of the room.
Harry could see Violet running through the portraits, no doubt going to see the Fat Lady. He exited the room along with the other champions and professors, and walked upstairs, through tapestries, up staircases, finally reaching Gryffindor Tower.
Violet was talking to the Fat Lady, no doubt about what had transpired in the room. She looked at Harry out of the picture.
"Who's been chosen as a champion for the second time?"
Harry ignored her and told the Fat Lady the password. The portriat swung open and many pairs of hands pulled Harry into the common room. A party was indeed underway, and there was food everywhere. Ever since Fred and George left Hogwarts, Ron had taken their place, helping them advertise their products and stealing food from the kitchens.
Ron had been standing next to the door, and he grinned at Harry.
"I'm rich from betting on you!" he told Harry excitedly. Harry managed to smile, though that was the last thing he wanted to do. This brought back too many painful memories of Fourth Year. He tried to break through the crowd in the direction of the dorms, but the Gryffindors wouldn't let him have his peace. They kept trying to talk to him, or push food into his hands.
Finally, after half an hour of this, Harry had made his way to the edge of the crowd. The Creevy brothers had taken him the longest to escape, but he was finally free to go upstairs and rest. Harry made his way up the stairs warily and after what seemed like ages, entered the Seventh Years' dorm. He entered and went straight to bed.
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When Draco entered the Slytherin common room, there was indeed a party underway, which didn't happen too often, since the Slytherins were usually suspicious of each other and tended not to interact with each other. There had been several parties during the years Draco had been there, though. Once in Second Year, on Halloween, when the Chamber of Secrets was reopened and whatever inside set loose. And of course, Fourth Year, the day of the Third Task, when Cedric Diggory was killed and the Dark Lord was resurrected with Harry Potter's help. The House had agreed that it was a shame that Potter wasn't killed. The Slytherins were certain that they would win the Founders' Pride, especially with Draco as their champion, which was why they had held a party. Pansy had been waiting by the door, and she grabbed him as soon as he came in.
"What do you want?" he hissed.
Pansy frowned.
"I'm just trying to congratulate you. You don't have to think that I'm trying to seduce you with every gesture."
"Not now, understand? And get them out of the way." He hissed, then started towards the dorms. No way dared to stop him, since Draco was respected and feared by almost all the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle dared not bother him while he was in a bad mood. Even Pansy took care to steer herself out of his way at times like these. The blonde boy made his way into the dorm without any problems, then settled himself on his bed.
Draco opened his trunk and took out the book Narcissa gave him. There was now blue ink in the book.
Watch him closely, but don't slip. Tell me about anything unusual.
Draco picked up his quill, dipped it in his silver ink, and started writing.
The champions for the Founders' Pride have just been chosen. Potter was chosen for Gryffindor. I was chosen for Slytherin. The first contest is on October twenty-fifth.
Seconds later, blue ink sprawled across his book. It seemed that Narcissa had been looking at the book at the same time.
You know what to do. Good luck.
Draco closed the book furiously and threw it in his trunk, then shut his trunk with a loud bang. Sometimes, his mother was so cold, so distant. As if she was a stranger. Why?
***
Remus Lupin was standing in Dumbledore's office, along with Flora Sprout.
"Don't you think it's too dangerous to hold this? Especially with Voldemort's rerise to power?" Remus asked.
"The Founders' Pride has never been canceled. It's a school tradition, and I see no reason to stop it. Harry will be safe here."
"Are you sure Severus is dead?"
"Yes, Remus." Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "You know how the Dark Lord acts towards traitors."
"But what about the Elemental Metal? Who will replace Severus?" Remus's voice shook.
"I'm sure Victoria would have contacted us if she needed help. You know what she is like. She'll contact us when she's ready, possibly through Narcissa or even Draco. I'm sorry about Severus, Remus, I truly am."
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Tension between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors steadily rose over the next week. Doubles classes with the Slytherins were torture for the Gryffindors. Gryffindors and Slytherins couldn't pass by each other in the halls without some sort of fight starting, magical or physical. Harry was always surrounded by a group of Gryffindors so that he wouldn't be knocked out of action. The same thing was happening to Malfoy. Harry shuddered to think what would happen if a Slytherin caught him alone. Especially if it was Malfoy. But he might be able to hurt Malfoy, and then both of them would be stuck in the Infirmary. Harry couldn't bear to think what would happen if he and Malfoy were both out of action, and only Terry and Susan would be competing in the first contest.
Professor McGonagall was quite irritated by all this, and she could hardly travel anywhere without having to take points off of Slytherin and Gryffindor. The fighting was steadily becoming worse and worse. The Hospital Wing was filling up with the two rivaling houses, and some old unused classrooms had been needed for all the extra patients.
The Slytherins were plotting every night in their dungeon common room for a way to strike down the Gryffindors, or at least, humiliate them. The Gryffindors were doing the exact same thing in their common room. Ron kept persuading Fred and George to come up with a new joke item that they could try on the Slytherins.
In the third week of September, when Draco entered the dungeon common room after sneaking around Hogwarts in his Merging Cloak, Blaise Zabini beckoned the blonde towards a large group that had gathered in the middle of the room.
"We've found it!" he hissed.
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
"What?! Pansy, tell him."
"Draco, we've found the perfect spell!" Pansy held out a book to him, and the grey eyes quickly scanned the page. He nodded.
"Now we'll just have to wait until all the Gryffindors are out of the Hospital Wing," Blaise announced, a sinister grin on his face.
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