AN – Okay, here is the next chapter. And for those who may not care about how to pronounce the names of the potions or think people wouldn't care, I know that some do. Me, for instance. I thought some people may like to know so get over it. No names to be mentioned *cough*Grace*cough*. Well, sorry for taking so long to update! Oh yeh, so you know, this chapter is set about five months after the rest of the story. And sorry for the Next Time, I know I lied the first time. But it is changed now, and it doesn't lie. Sorry!
Chapter 6
Explanations
Hermione lurched upward, sweating and panting in her bed. She had dreamed that Harry had done this to her and George. But Harry wouldn't do that. Would he? Shaking her head, she soundlessly left her bed and slipped her feet into her bunny slippers. Hermione ran down to the common room and across to the boys' dormitories. She stole through the fifth-year dorm and placed a hand over Harry's mouth. "Harry, wake up."
"Her-Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry replied in a groggy whisper.
"Did you put a potion in my food? To make me dream…"
"No! I would never put a potion in your food without your permission!"
"Thank you. Go back to sleep now." With that, Hermione left the room and retreated to a peaceful sleep in her bed. She would go to Madam Pompfrey in the morning with George. Maybe the woman would be able to determine if and by what they had been affected. She and George had been searching for answers for month's now, and she thought this dream may have given her them.
"Dear girl, why didn't you come to me sooner?" the witch asked worriedly. She was writing down bits of information as she watched Hermione's aura rapidly change colors with the spell. Hermione turned her head through the colors and looked at George, who was sitting next to her experiencing the same spell. Finally, they both stopped flashing colors. Their auras now became a brilliant shade of blue on their right and a dead black on their left. "Blue and black… let's see… here! You two have been put under the… oh dear," she stopped herself from pronouncing the name of the spell and stared at the book with eyes as wide as soccer balls.
"Creati Liberta."
"Creator of liberty? What does a spell with that name have to do with dreams?"
"Creati Liberta is an old, old spell that is not even in any books dating one hundred years back. It brings about the union of two lovers to create a new life, the life of one who will bring about liberation. So that means somebody has placed this spell on you because you will give birth to a boy or girl who will liberate a country, or something like that."
"Precisely, Poppy." The three turned their heads to the entrance of the hospital wing where Albus Dumbledore stood, the new Divination teacher behind him. "Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, please come with me to my office. I believe it is about time things were explained to you. Poppy, do not fret, Professor Court will explain all. After that, Professor, please join me in my office." Dumbledore then nodded the students and swiveled on his feet, leading the confused couple to his office.
Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of the Headmaster's office. There were so many artifacts and books; it was indeed a marvelous place. She stopped at the phoenix, staring at it in awe. "His name is Fawkes. And you may admire him Ms. Granger, but please sit here while you do," the Headmaster said, motioning to the seat next to George. Once she was seated, he began. "As you both know, Professor Court is not only a true seer but also one who can read emotions, an empath. You also know that Voldemort rose again at the end of the Triwizard Tounament last year. How are these two things connected, you might ask? Professor Court is a very remarkable seer, and came to me months ago with a prophecy of a destiny. A destiny involving the two of you.
"Professor Court informed me that, first, she had been receiving exceedingly powerful waves of emotions from the two of you directed at each other. Emotions of love, that is. She then informed me of something she saw," he continued, putting extra emphasis on the word saw. "The professor experienced the foresight of what was to come in terms of Voldemort, and she shocked me with the inclusion of you two in this vision of hers."
"Pardon me Professor, but could you please get to the point. I would really like to know what this has to do with our dreams." Hermione was bit shocked at George's flippant attitude.
"Of course, young Weasley. But I must first explain the vision. The vision began with Voldemort as ruler of the wizarding world. This is to come to be in ten years, to be exact. He will overrun the Ministry, place Death Eaters everywhere, and use the Imperius curse on half the population. Despite knowing this is to happen, many will rebel, such as myself, the professors, Harry, Ron, and you two. We will fail, but we will escape. Why rebel when we know it will happen? The future is never 100 percent certain, but always 99 percent, and we will chance the one percent.
"Having clarified that, I shall go on. Hogwarts will become our safe haven, and in our tenure as the leaders of the rebellion and protectors of this castle, you two shall come together and bear a child. The gender, I shall not tell you, just for suspense," he added with a wink. "This child will be the one to defeat Voldemort and any chance of resurrecting him, once and for all. Provided with this information, I knew I had to do something to ensure that your love would be realized long before this was to come about. So I completed the Creati Liberta spell, a complex enchantment.
"This spell is meant to be cast when the birth of a Liberator has been foretold. A Liberator, of course, is one who is destined to liberate an imprisoned or oppressed populace. Your child is meant to be a Liberator. The spell brings two people together, the Liberator's parents, at least ten years before the birth. The method by which this occurs is brought about by the minds of the parents. Obviously, your minds combined invented the method of dreaming together.
"These dreams, or whatever method is determined, are meant to bring your love into realization and thus bring you together. I apologize for acting on this matter without informing you, but both Professor Court and I were fearful that you might be too afraid to go along with this. And please do not assume that this will be your only child. If you wish to know more on this matter, I am sure Professor Court will be happy to look into that for you, won't you madam?" The students turned to see Professor Court standing in the doorway.
"Indeed, 'eadmaster," the woman replied, her accent heavier when she did not have to make her English understandable for class. "I would be overjoyed to look into zeir future regarding ze matter of zeir children. Madam Pompfrey is indeed a dubious voman, zo. Zhe insisted zat I was creating a fictitious tale to cover somezing up. I was tempted to use ze Veritas curse on myself."
"Thank goodness you chose not to, milady. Could you please escort these two students back to their House, in case Argus intercepts them? I believe curfew has just ended."
"I would glad to, Albus. Perhaps after zat, we can discuss ze idea of convincing ze Ministry of his innocence?" With a nod from Dumbledore, the French witch left the office, the two students trailing her in shock.
Hermione shifted in her bed, fully awake. Many thoughts and questions raced through her mind, pestering her senseless. Like, would this prophecy really come true? And who was the man Professor Court was referring to? Would her love with George remain the same after all of this? Hermione sighed and silently got out of bed, slipping a robe on as she did so. She headed down to the common room and determinedly headed to one couch in particular. She slid the couch aside and whispered something to the wall. When a door appeared, she entered a small passageway, the door automatically shutting and the couch magical replacing itself.
Hermione returned to the dorm ten minutes later with some tea, exiting the passageway George had shown her that led to the kitchens. She didn't like the house elf enslavement, but she did like Winky's tea. That elf made the best tea in England. She resigned to a couch, where she fell asleep quickly under influence from the soothing tea. She woke up that morning to find George, Ron, Harry, Fred, Ginny, Lavender, and Angelina all crowded around the couch talking. She looked at them and frowned. She was still tired, and they were too loud.
"Shut up," she groaned, and they all jumped at her sudden sound.
"Good, you're up," Ron muttered as he took a break from his debate about Quidditch with Harry and Fred.
"We were beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up," Angelina chimed in.
"Well I did!" Hermione practically shouted. She buried her face in the couch, unable to bear the bright sunlight filling the room. "What time is it?" she asked, reluctantly lifting her head to glare at her friends.
"It's noon, love, and almost time for lunch." She smiled at her boyfriend. Lunch would definitely be a plus to getting up. Groaning, she lifted herself up and sat on the floor amidst her friends. "Alright, let's all go down to lunch, now that Sleep McSleeperson is awake." Everyone laughed at George's name for Hermione and stood to leave. As Hermione stood, George took her by the waist and led her ahead of the group. "By the way, I may have told the lot of them about our little prophecy."
"You did? What did they say?"
"They were all kinda surprised, but they think it's awesome that our child is going to destroy You-Know… er… Voldemort."
"That's good," she said with a smile as they left the dorm. "Lunch?"
"So, future parents of Voldemort's murderer, how did it all start? I mean, when was your first dream? How did you know you loved each other?" Angelina asked like any curious woman would: with romantic awe.
"Well, I knew I had feelings for George when he was the reason won the House Cup last year. You know how he rescued Malfoy from that fall in Quidditch? Everyone, even he, knew that Malfoy was as good as dead if he hit the ground. The height he fell from was high above George, and even when George realized that Malfoy Senior was responsible for the 'accident'," she said lifting her fingers into quotes for effect, "he still rescued Malfoy, putting aside all grudges. It was then that I realized I felt more for George than a friend would, and that their was something more that the jokester everyone knew."
"Really?" George asked in shock. "I didn't know it was that that made you fall for me!" Hermione laughed as the others all began to comment on it.
"So George, what was it that made you realize you loooved Hermoine?" Ron asked, lengthening the word love for humor.
"Well, if you must know, it was the Yule Ball." He paused, taking in the confused look on each face. Sighing with a chuckle, he continued. "She was so radiant and beautiful that night and was somehow able to deal with Krum of all people. I saw how she dealt with being part of a Task, and then she went to the ball as the date of a person who only went with her because she was a challenge to him. She was able to put up with that fool and still maintain her beauty. I realized she was more than a friend to me."
"How sweet! I'm glad me and Fred have a romantic beginning like you two! Course, now it's all about the sex with this one!" Angelina exclaimed with a laugh and a head tilt in Fred's direction.
"Oh, come on now!" Ron groaned. "I don't need to be hearing about my brother's sex life!" Everyone laughed, and the group launched into a spiel of stories about lost loves and romantic discoveries.
AN – Sorry for taking so so so long! I had no idea what to do! Well, who liked my dreams explanation? I finally figured it out, after long deliberation on what to do. Thanks for reading, please review.
