Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my times on earth were through
And she must face this world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
"If tomorrow never comes" – Ronan Keating
Christmas Vacation were over to soon. And time seemed to pass by even faster from there on. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. And soon it was the end of May.
Sean looked at the two younger man and each of them nodded before they turned towards the stairs which had only minutes ago been hidden by a large statue.
"Do you got the parchment?" One of the men asked. The other one nodded and they went upstairs to reach a large door. The first of the man knocked and Sean thought silently if it had been such a good idea to come here in the middle of the night.
It was a fact that they had needed to come here. They weren't able to do this alone. Although each of them was strong, they knew they didn't have the slightest chance against Voldemort. But still, Sean feared the meeting. His hood was pulled deep into his face for now, for they couldn't tell for sure that they wouldn't run into anyone. But sooner or later he had to take it off.
After a few moments of silence, they heard some movements behind the door and soon it was opened. An old wizard with a long white beard and long with hair was eyeing them through his half-moon shaped glasses curious.
Then the two young men took of their hoods to reveal their true identity.
"Sirius! Remus! What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk. It's very important. Voldemort is about to rise. Soon. In less than a month he will be back… with his full powers." Sirius answered and Dumbledore made a movement with his arm telling them to come in. Sean kept his hood over his head when he sat down next to Sirius.
"I could feel that Voldemort is about to rise, but how do you know? And how are you able to limit the date to such a small period of time?" Dumbledore wasn't fully awake yet when he sat down in his chair.
Remus pulled out the parchment and handed it to the old headmaster.
"Long ago in former times
A love was build that nobody thought possible
The son of the snake and the daughter of the lion
Became one in both body and soul
But back then good thinks weren't meant to last
One of the snake's nest wanted it to stop
He tried to kill what love there was
But fortunately never succeeded at all
Their love was meant for eternity
Like stars at the nightly sky
The traitor of that love thought himself at the goal
Never knowing that there was an heir fighting his darkness
So as the years may pass and flow by
One heir of that love will set the souls freeThis heir will be one, too in body and soul
To one of the dark side's most important and love will grow
That important one will be given freely and by heart
And once when breathing and alive their love will be
The darkness will fall by the hands of its own
And eternity will give back the souls of the lovers
So that they are free to go to resting together."Albus looked asking at the three men.
"I'm afraid I don't quiet understand." His gaze stayed on Sean, still with his hood on. For some odd reason this man remembered him on someone. But Albus couldn't tell whom it was.
Sean felt his gaze on him and took a deep breath.
"Slytherin." He said before he lifted his hood and let Albus look straight into his light green eyes.
"You?"
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Draco and Hermione were sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. Draco sat behind Hermione, his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach. A smile showed up on his face whenever he felt their child moving inside of Hermione.
Hermione on the other hand was holding a book in her hands. Her finger moved over the lines on each side. Every now and then she read one line aloud, but every time Draco made a face and shook his head or gave a comment that left no doubt what he thought about it.
"Leon?" Draco raised his eyebrows at her.
"You don't really think that I want my son to be called 'Lion'???"
"Leslie?"
"Sounds like a name fro a girl to me!"
"Linus?" Draco made a face that needed no farther asking. Hermione sighed and turned the side over.
Louis, no. Lucas, no. Magnus, no. Martin, no. Mathew, no. This was turning out to be harder than she had ever guessed.
"Maximilian?"
"That people can call him Maxi??? No way!"
"Michael?" Draco shook his head and Hermione sighed again. She wondered if they would find a name they both liked.
"Maurice?"
"NO!"
"Nathaniel?" But before Draco could answer he felt the child moving strongly in Hermione's stomach.
"Well, it seems that he likes it." He said while he took the book out of Hermione's hands.
"The one god gives" He read the meaning of the name. Hermione placed her hands on her stomach and kissed Draco's cheek.
"Maybe I should start calling you Nathaniel too?" Draco smiled lovingly down at her and pulled her face closer to him, letting all his love show in the kiss they were sharing.
"It's Nathaniel then." Draco pulled her back into his arms and laid down on the coach.
"You know, next time you're pregnant we open that book turn the pages and when the baby moves we take a name from that page. This will be a lot easier."
"Next time?" Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"This one isn't even out yet and you are already planning the next one?" The only answer she got was a smile.
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Narcissa Malfoy lay next to her sleeping husband in their bed. Christmas was so long ago, but the memory was still alive in her heart. Every night she relived that kiss under the mistletoe. It had been the best Christmas she had ever had.
She turned around to lay sideways, her head facing her nightstand. She opened the drawer silently and took out the mistletoe that she kept inside of it. It was the same mistletoe Lucius had kissed her under. Hermione had gotten it from the door and put it into her present for Narcissa, so only she could see it. She brought the mistletoe to her lips and kissed it before she closed her eyes. Sleep spread his wings out and Narcissa was soon sound asleep, the mistletoe still in her hand.
Lucius on the other hand was still awake in contrast to Narcissa's believe he had been the whole time. He knew what she made every night before she fell asleep. He had seen the mistletoe in her hand one morning in January. With all his power he had inside of him, Lucius brought his hand towards Narcissa's blonde hair and played with one of the long strands for a while before his eyelids became heavy.
He cursed Voldemort for about the nth time for making him like this. For making him unable to show his feelings towards his family. No death eater should show any weaknesses. And feelings like love where a weakness! Silently Lucius wondered every night for some years now, If Narcissa still knew that he loved her. What would happen if he would be killed one day? Or sent to Azkaban? Would he still know?
Or didn't she know anymore, but merely hope that somewhere in his heart maybe, just in a small ankle in the farthest corner of his heart, he still felt anything for her. Just some small feeling?
Oh Merlin, I want so much to tell her. And for what was the first time since he was a small child, Lucius Malfoy cried. It wasn't the kind of crying where you break down and sob and tears run down your face. No, but a small lonely tear ran down his cheek. A tear, that would have shocked everybody that know Lucius Malfoy, or at least had heard of him. Everybody beside the woman lying next to him. But this woman didn't see the tear. And never would knew that he was crying it. Because of her. Because of his love for her. And because of his inability to show her his feelings.
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"I'd never guessed to see you again, Sean." Albus said, his eyes blinking with confusion.
"I thought you were dead."
"Well, you can't keep a good man down." Sean smiled. Albus shook his head. Catching up with Sean was something he could do later. Now he had to know what the prophesy meant. He looked asking at Sirius and Remus.
"So, what shall this prophesy mean?"
"The short version? Voldemort is going to die. This time for good. And I think we should be there, although we won't have anything to do with it, we should make sure that it happens."
"What does that mean, we won't have anything to do with it?"
"That one line, 'The darkness will fall by the hands of its own' One of Voldemorts followers will have to kill him." Dumbledore looked at the three men in front of him as if they were mad.
"Since Harry is now one of his followers it isn't that impossible, don't you think?" Remus asked. At this Dumbledore nodded.
"But where is his hiding place?"
"That's what we need to find out."
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Ginny stood at the window looking out into the night, her hands placed on her round stomach.
"I know you want to be out of there. You soon will be darling. And then you'll be strong and full of power and…" …and unnoticed from Ginny, who was talking herself in a trance as if she was going crazy, her pyjama-pants became wet as well as her legs. She didn't even notice the ache in her stomach until she heard a droplet falling on the floor. And it sounded as loud as if it had been a thunder.
Her eyes widened when she sank down on the floor and screamed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Hermione was still awake, laying in their bed while Draco was already sound asleep, his head resting next to her neck.
His hot breath on her skin was comforting but Hermione didn't dare to sleep. She dared the dreams. The dream that repeated itself since Christmas. Almost every night the same dream but she couldn't find an explanation for it.
And always she saw this monster that Ginny held like a baby. This couldn't be a child. No child could look like this…
One thing she had noticed during this returning dream. She wasn't pregnant in this dream. She only hoped that this only meant that the baby was already born and healthy and not…
Oh no, she couldn't even think about it. She wouldn't be able to life on if something would happen to their child. She thought she couldn't bare the feeling of their child dying while it was still inside of her.
"Nathan…" she whispered into the night while she felt a slight kick in her stomach.
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Madam Pomfrey sighed when she but the blankets tight around the shivering body of the girl. Oh Merlin, there had been so much blood. Just two weeks. Two weeks before the baby should have been born. And still it had died. The umbilical cord had been so tight around the baby girl's neck…
Madam Pomfrey couldn't remember anything like this. No, she had never seen anything so… she couldn't find words for it.
"If only Hermione's baby'll makes it." She whispered. She turned to look at the dead body. The child had been big enough to life. So it would get a real funeral. And she still had to go and tell Dumbledore about this. And then she had to owl the girl's parents. And…
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The sun inched itself farther up on the morning sky. She was up high enough now to send the first rays of her light into the windows of Hogwarts. Some early risers made their ways into the bathrooms, others felt the rays creeping into their dreams and pulled their blankets over their eyes to stay asleep as long as possible before another day of school could get them.
Albus Dumbledore was on his way back from the hospital wing to his own rooms. He wondered if he would get some sleep in the next weeks. So the child was dead. Would this change something? Voldemort wanted this child as his heir. As his guarantee of winning. Of gaining the power over the whole world. And now, this child was dead.
And now, Virginia Weasley had a small, invisible transmitter under her skin. Sean had spoken that idea out loud. Ginny would go to Voldemort. And this way they would find out where he was. But the three men were sure that Voldemort's rising wasn't going to happen in the next days. How they could be so sure about it, Albus didn't know.
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Ginny was waking up slowly. Finding herself in the hospital wing. Alone. Completely alone. Was it the child that had woken her up? Her hands drifted down her body but the kicking and turning she was used to wasn't there anymore.
They had killed her child. HIS child. How could they? They didn't have the right to! They couldn't just go and kill her baby!
Ginny's breath went rapid and her eyes widened. Her fingers tightened around the blanket and her eyes narrowed at the white wall opposite from her bed.
"They will pay! They will pay for killing my baby!…"
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Calm Serene, Jase, SunStar, Firefly's Locket, Walkingkid, Rachel, AnakinsAngel, Chrissy, Crystal, Erilyn Rose, mmn673(2x), porcelain-starfish, and Evil*Twin thank you for your reviews.
Calm Serene: Answer time:
1. Did this chapter give you an answer to that question? (if not, it will be made totally clear in the next or the chapter after the next).
2. Maybe…
3. Doesn't look like it will be, does it?
4. was answered above in the chapter.
5. Are you sure? Especially after this chapter???
6. The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, lalalala
7. mhm…you'll have to wait and see
8. You know, you should stop to ask the right questions!!!
9. This will be answered in the next chapter. Right the first line
10. No. (Wow, I finally can answer one of your questions without giving away of the end to much. Yippee!)
11. Ahh! I can't answer that yet!
And thanks for the house elf, my mom was very confused when my room was clean even before she had to tell em to do so for the nth time. ;P
I can't really remember what colour the owl had, because my eyes were focused on the picture.
Jase: I don't know yet how often I'm going to update now that I've got time. I guess that is also depends from the reviews. (hint, hint) I have already started chapter 16 (Which is an improvement for in the last time I only wrote a chapter posted it and waited. Then I wrote the next chapter, posted it…) and it has 4 sites until now (I'm using a big writing grade ;p). I guess it will have three-five more chapters. Depends on my writing muse.
Walkingkid: Ich finds auch besser, Ich lese zwar auch gerne deutsche FF, wenn sie gut sind, aber ich persönlich schreibe lieber auf Englisch.
Du kannst ruhig weiter auf deutsch reviewen, ist auch mal ne nette Abwechslung, nicht dass ich meine Muttersprache noch verlerne ;p
Porcelain-starfish: Damon will appear again in the next chapter.