Chapter 7~ Prophecy

After Draco left Hermione was so scared she could barely stand. She remembered that her step-mother told her biological mother was telepathic, but she said nothing about telekinetic. When Hermione finally got dressed she opened the door slowly making sure that no one was there and then she ran to Dumbledore's office.

After about five minutes she got the password right and started walking up the steps. Hermione stepped into the room and was greeted by the Professor.

"How nice to see you my dear. Can I ask what's bothering you?" he said smiling warmly.

"Do you remember the letter you sent me and my family over the summer? Is it true? Am I really a Pureblood?" She sat down after she finished her sentence.

"Ah, so that's why the long face? Yes, you are pureblood and yes they gave you up when you were born. Unfortunately to say they are both no longer among the living, they died trying to protect you from Voldermort. You see you are the in the ancient prophecy that will determine whether or not Voldermort wins." He walked over to his bookshelf and pulled out a very old, leather bound book. He flipped through the pages then stopped at certain page and handed it to Hermione.

In years to come their will be two children born. They will be raised and in their sixteenth year of life they shall decide the fate of the world. Wizard and muggle alike. They shall choose the side of light or dark. They can either make the decision to be on the same side or they go against each other. Only one will prevail if they go against each other but both will survive if the go on the same side. (A\N: I know it's lame but it gets the point across!)

She stared at the page for about ten minutes. "How do you know that they're talking about me and not Harry or Ron or I don't know anyone BUT me! Honestly how can anyone take this so called prophecy serious, it's so vague?"

"Hermione I was the one who wrote the prophecy. The reason it's so vague is because I did something I shouldn't have. I took a trip into the future but it was so far into the future everything was blurry and their three alternative outcomes that were shown to me. And they are those that you read in the prophecy. I don't know for a fact that you are the one in the prophecy but if you answer one question I can probably figure it out. Can you move objects with your mind?"

She was about to respond when the door slammed open and in stormed a very angry Lucius Malfoy, followed but Draco, with his signature smirk. "Albus is it true? Is she really Marcus and Julia's daughter?" He didn't even take notice to Hermione sitting in the chair.

"Yes Lucius it's true and yes she will be resorted if that was your next question." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Hermione jumped out of her seat with anger, "What I'm going to be resorted? Why? Does it matter? I don't want to be! I WON'T BE!"

"I'm sorry Hermione but you have to be, when you came here you were Hermione Granger, a muggle-born. Now you are Hermione Rashia, a pureblood. And the sorting hat was…tampered with. Do you wish to tell the school?"

"You fixed my sorting? You made me go on thinking I was a mudblood and you let him," she pointed at Draco, "torture me for almost six years when I could have been living the goddamn good life! Hell yes we are telling the school but no I am NOT changing houses!" She was shaking from anger, frustration, hate, and utter confusion.

"I'm sorry Hermione but you have no choice but too."

"Fine than let's get this over with today. At dinner would be nice." She walked out of the room and gave a death glare to Draco.

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As Hermione sat down to dinner it was easy to see she was shaking.

"You okay Mione? You seem a bit nervous." Ron asked with concern.

"Just fine, I'll be just fine."

Dumbledore stood, "Today I have a small bit of shocking news to announce. It's seems that one of our sixth year students isn't who we thought she was. At this time we would like her to be resorted and see if she was properly placed. So Miss Rashia would you kindly come up front and be resorted." Everyone was looking around trying to figure out who it was. Draco's eyes never broke contact with Hermione's until she turned to walk to the front of the Great Hall.

"Mione why are-. Oh!" Ron was kind of in awe.

She walked up to the stool where the Sorting Hat sat. To everyone who was watching she looked as confident as she always had. But she was so scared she was sure that she would faint. She removed the hat from the stool and sat. Then she slowly placed it on her head. She was terrified at what could happen and for some reason she didn't feel like the idea that she might not go back to Gyffindor.

So what house should I place you in? Considering you were clever enough to trick me before I think Ravenclaw would be a good choice. But you worked so hard for your grades over the years, that Hufflepuff could be a great help to you. But you are brave no doubt about that, Gryffindor is in your blood. And what's this power, you possess it and you want more, you know what house could help you succeed at that.(A\N: If you haven't figured out by now that this is the sorting hat thinking to Hermione you're a very dense person!)

Hermione didn't think or say anything she just waited.
Ahh…I see you're making me choose your house. Hermione nodded slightly. What happens if you're not happy with your house. "Oh well."(A\N: Hermione's thoughts are marked with quotation's and Italic.) Okay then I've weighed the options, and I've come down to a decision.
"SLYTHERIN!" (A\N: You didn't see it coming you're an idiot! No offense! LOL)

"No." Was the only thing Hermione could manage to say.

"WHAT!? " It was Ron. "How the hell did that happen? She's a muggleborn."

"Ah…you see Mr. Weasley when I say she wasn't who we thought she wasn't a muggleborn either. Miss Rashia-" he was cut off by Hermione.

"Granger." She said sort of weakly as she took the sorting hat off. "For as long as I can remember I was a Granger and its going to stay that way."

She walked out with her head held high but as soon she heard the doors of she ran towards the bathroom. She sat in the prefects bathroom crying her eyes out. She couldn't believe that she had been sorted into the worst house she could possibly be put in. Hermione's life to her was the worst experience ever, she couldn't take it any more.

As she thought about how bad life was and how much worse it was about to get, she was searching for something in the drawers of the bathroom. She screamed in frustration, and then she found it…her clean pack of razors. She sat in a corner in the room and popped one out of the case. She pressed it against her wrist and moved it slowly across her flesh. She removed the razor and gripped it in her palm as she stared at the fresh blood trickling out of her wrist. But it wasn't enough, so she went and found her switchblade.(Why does she have a switchblade? I dunno.) Making continuos cuts across her wrist. She finally stopped when the blood started to drip on the floor. She just let the blood flow freely.

She waited a while until she decided to clean her wrist. When she went to stand she was so dizzy (from blood loss) that she fell and hit her head on the sink and knocked herself unconscious.

To my readers I know you all hate me. But it's not my fault, my mom made me disconnect my puter I cursed her out for weeks. But I'm back I started the next chapter so unless my mom and I start another battle with each other I should have it posted soon.

If you don't like the chapter let me know…and yeah I know that prophecy sucked and blew!!!!

~~~Xtreme Girl~~~