Visions of the End
~Chapter 2~
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters J.K. Rowling does its sad but true
A/N: well, that chapter was boring but I needed to do it, it will get better I promise, ill try anyways. Well here we go the third installment ready cuz here we go!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun filled the room that morning as Clarissa woke up. Sleep did not come easy to her that night, but she was she had enough rest to get on with the day. Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way down the staircase and to the perfects' bathroom.
The bathroom was as huge as two of the perfects' bedrooms combined. There was a jacuzzi tub big enough to fit all 4 of the perfects on one side of the bathroom and a shower on the other side. The shower could fit 3 people in there easily and two shower heads. There were 4 sinks with chrome faucets.
After a quick shower, she put on her robes and went into the common room, to find Danny, once again, finishing up some homework assigned over the summer. She sat on yellow couch in front of the fire. She tried to start a conversation with Danny, but he really wasn't paying any attention to her, instead he simply murmured a quick "um hmm," closed his books, and left the room. With a sigh, Clarissa leaned her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Last nights events were all she could think about. {If Voldermont is really planing a revolution, then that means that I'm in deep shit, and so are all of the other muggle-borns, not to mention Hermione. He's always had it out for her since she became friends with Potter and Weasley...} she was pulled out of her thoughts by non-other then Draco. "Some stunt you pulled there last night...didn't believe it for a minute."
"You think that was a stunt? Well, if you did, why were you the first one at my side then?"
"Well...I...um," Draco stuttered.
"Well...I...um," Clarissa retorted in a mocking tone.
"So Voldermont is really planing something?"
"I'm afraid so...didn't you know, your father is practically leading it."
"Just because my father is a servant for him doesn't mean I know everything that's going on. Why does everyone think that just because I'm HIS son, means that I'm going to follow in his footsteps. I have no intention of being a Death-eater, not at all." With that, Draco walked out of the common room, down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Well I'm sorry," Clarissa spoke in a whisper to no one in particular. As if Hermione heard her she replied as she walked down the staircase. "Don't worry about him, he's been like that for awhile now, you'll get use to it. He's use to his word being final. Come on, let's go to breakfast. I'm hungry, aren't you?" With a nod, Clarissa stood from the couch and followed Hermione to the Great Hall.
Morning went by terribly slow, Muggle studies with Ravenclaw, a class the Clarissa excelled in, her being born into the muggle world, and equaling as boring, Herbology with Slytherin. The most excitement that ever went on is that class was in that class was when the two houses would argue over who was better, Hufflepuff or Slytherin, it was a class she dread going to. When lunch arrived, Clarissa was the first out the class and she made her way to the Great Hall. She sat in her usual seat at her house table, next to her two best friends, Moriya Walker and Sakura Kinomi. The three friends were discussing what they did over the summer when they were interrupted my a bight-eyed, brown-haired Gryffindor, "Clarissa, do you think I can talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, no problem Hermione. I'll be right back, okay." Her friends nodded, as Clarissa stood from the table and followed Hermione out of the hall.
"Harry, Ron and I are going to the library after dinner, and see if we can come up with information on you-know-who," she paused to catch her breath, "well anyway, I...we...were wondering if you would join us and tell us anything about your vision so that maybe we can find something about the ritual you were describing to us last night or even finding something about HIS weaknesses."
"Well...sure I guess, I mean I have nothing better to do tonight besides homework."
"Great. We'll meet you there after dinner."
"Um...yeah right okay after dinner." Hermione nodded as a confirmation and walked back into the hall. After a few minutes, Clarissa walked back into the hall and to her seat back at her house table. The rest of the day went by as slow as it could possibly go and when dinner came along, Clarissa was not too excited to met up with Hermione in the library, she would have rather gone to bed. But being the nice young lady that she was, she excused herself from her table after dinner and made her way to the library.
After about 10 minutes and already late, Clarissa found herself in the library, a place she has never seen in her 6 years at Hogwarts. She made her way around the library until she found Harry, Hermione and Ron in the back of the library, at a huge table with books scattered everywhere. They waved at her motioning her to sit down. "I didn't know we had a 'dark arts section' at the library," Clarissa commented as she as she noticed on of the books on the table with the title of "History of the Dark Arts".
"Yeah...well no one really bothers to come in here...that is...except for us anyway," Ron replied. He wasn't all to excited that he had to once again visit the library at the beginning of the term. "We haven't been properly introduced, my name is Ron Weasley and that over there is Harry Potter," he said as she motioned over to Harry who currently had his nose in a book. Harry looked up and waved then began to read again.
"Well it's nice to meet you both. I'm sure Hermione mentioned my name but just in case my name is Clarissa Welch."
"Of course she did, but all the same, it's a pleasure to meet you Clarissa," Ron replied, elbowing Harry to wave once again, but he put his nose back into the book. "Hermione has been working us to the bone, trying to find anything on you-know-who."
"Where is Hermione right now," Clarissa questioned
"Oh...er...I think she's over there looking for some more books." Ron pointed over the other side of the library. Clarissa nodded and walked over to the other side looking for Hermione. Clarissa was in awe of the books that the library had. She never really realized how many books there actually was, she was so caught up in that fact that she didn't she that person that was in front of her. "God, I am so sorry let me help you with that..." her hair impaired her vision but she recognized the voice, "It's quite alright Clarissa. I'm glad you made it." Clarissa looked up to see non other then Hermione, standing up with a ton of books in her hands making her way back to the table that her friends are seated at.
"Oh its you Hermione, I thought I had ran into someone else." Clarissa picked herself off of the floor and followed Hermione back to the table. Once there, Clarissa was now ready to get down to work, seeing how she was late to begin with. "So what have you found out so far." Clarissa inquired.
"Not to much I'm afraid. There seems to be nothing about Voldermont in any of these books. He is mentioned in one but all the information they gave us we already know about." It was Harry that replied. It was the first time he spoke since Clarissa had gotten there.
"Great, all the more reason for us to research. Clarissa, if you don't mind maybe you can tell us about that ritual you saw in your vision," Hermione asked.
"Of course I don't mind," Clarissa replied. She racked her brain going over every detail she ever had in her vision and telling the trio. Before she knew it, it was 10, and she felt that maybe she should go and get some sleep, it seemed like a long day to her and sleep was just the ticket she needed. She said her goodbyes and walked out of the library leaving Hermione, Harry, and Ron, still looking for information on Vlodermont. Once Clarissa made it back to the perfect common room, she trudged up the stairs and into her bed room where she plopped on her bed and fell asleep not bothering to take off her uniform.
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Clarissa woke up in a cold sweat. She looked over to her night-stand to see her clock was blinking 2:15 a.m. Wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead, she pushed herself of the bed and changed into her nightgown. Sleeping had become hard for Clarissa since she found out she was a seer at the age of 10, she is an insomniac, she never sleeps, just one of the many side-effects of being a seer, {That's it, there's no way I can sleep right now, maybe it if just read something that might help.} With that, she put on her slippers and walked down the staircase into the common room. She grabbed a book that was on the table in front of the fire and began to read it. She laid across the couch, trying to get comfortable, for she knew it would be awhile before she would fall asleep again.
She took a break from reading after about 20 minutes when she noticed that there was a light coming from the other staircase, the one that belonged to Draco and Danny. {Well maybe one of them is up and they wouldn't mind talking for awhile,} she thought as she pushed herself of the couch and made her way up the stairs. Once that the top of the stairs, she found the source of the light coming from Draco's room. Draco wasn't the exact person she was hoped would be up so she began to walk down the stair when she heard a strange noise coming from his room, a low moan. {Ignore it Clarissa, its non of your business, just walk down the stairs and leave it alone,} but curiosity got the best of her and she poked her head through the crack of the door.
She wasn't prepared for what she saw. In his room, she saw Draco in the bed with another figure with him, a girl of course {must be some Slytherin,} she thought. She moved her head to get a better view of who she was with, when she saw her. It wasn't a Slytherin he was bedding, but a Gryffindor, a Gryffindor Clarissa knew. It was Hermione who was with Draco, {what the hell...what is this a Malfoy is shagging a muggle-born, I cant believe this and Hermione out of all people, maybe he forced himself on her,} but Clarissa was proven wrong with the sudden moan she heard from Hermione, she was enjoying herself. Clarissa wanted to look away, but just couldnt, she was shocked, yet happy for them. {they are able to put aside all that's going on, pureblood verses muggle-born and found out that they love one another well I least I think so...} but her thought was cut short, she blacked out, slamming her head against the hard, cold wall behind her, knocking her unconscious.
~Chapter 2~
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters J.K. Rowling does its sad but true
A/N: well, that chapter was boring but I needed to do it, it will get better I promise, ill try anyways. Well here we go the third installment ready cuz here we go!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun filled the room that morning as Clarissa woke up. Sleep did not come easy to her that night, but she was she had enough rest to get on with the day. Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way down the staircase and to the perfects' bathroom.
The bathroom was as huge as two of the perfects' bedrooms combined. There was a jacuzzi tub big enough to fit all 4 of the perfects on one side of the bathroom and a shower on the other side. The shower could fit 3 people in there easily and two shower heads. There were 4 sinks with chrome faucets.
After a quick shower, she put on her robes and went into the common room, to find Danny, once again, finishing up some homework assigned over the summer. She sat on yellow couch in front of the fire. She tried to start a conversation with Danny, but he really wasn't paying any attention to her, instead he simply murmured a quick "um hmm," closed his books, and left the room. With a sigh, Clarissa leaned her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Last nights events were all she could think about. {If Voldermont is really planing a revolution, then that means that I'm in deep shit, and so are all of the other muggle-borns, not to mention Hermione. He's always had it out for her since she became friends with Potter and Weasley...} she was pulled out of her thoughts by non-other then Draco. "Some stunt you pulled there last night...didn't believe it for a minute."
"You think that was a stunt? Well, if you did, why were you the first one at my side then?"
"Well...I...um," Draco stuttered.
"Well...I...um," Clarissa retorted in a mocking tone.
"So Voldermont is really planing something?"
"I'm afraid so...didn't you know, your father is practically leading it."
"Just because my father is a servant for him doesn't mean I know everything that's going on. Why does everyone think that just because I'm HIS son, means that I'm going to follow in his footsteps. I have no intention of being a Death-eater, not at all." With that, Draco walked out of the common room, down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Well I'm sorry," Clarissa spoke in a whisper to no one in particular. As if Hermione heard her she replied as she walked down the staircase. "Don't worry about him, he's been like that for awhile now, you'll get use to it. He's use to his word being final. Come on, let's go to breakfast. I'm hungry, aren't you?" With a nod, Clarissa stood from the couch and followed Hermione to the Great Hall.
Morning went by terribly slow, Muggle studies with Ravenclaw, a class the Clarissa excelled in, her being born into the muggle world, and equaling as boring, Herbology with Slytherin. The most excitement that ever went on is that class was in that class was when the two houses would argue over who was better, Hufflepuff or Slytherin, it was a class she dread going to. When lunch arrived, Clarissa was the first out the class and she made her way to the Great Hall. She sat in her usual seat at her house table, next to her two best friends, Moriya Walker and Sakura Kinomi. The three friends were discussing what they did over the summer when they were interrupted my a bight-eyed, brown-haired Gryffindor, "Clarissa, do you think I can talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, no problem Hermione. I'll be right back, okay." Her friends nodded, as Clarissa stood from the table and followed Hermione out of the hall.
"Harry, Ron and I are going to the library after dinner, and see if we can come up with information on you-know-who," she paused to catch her breath, "well anyway, I...we...were wondering if you would join us and tell us anything about your vision so that maybe we can find something about the ritual you were describing to us last night or even finding something about HIS weaknesses."
"Well...sure I guess, I mean I have nothing better to do tonight besides homework."
"Great. We'll meet you there after dinner."
"Um...yeah right okay after dinner." Hermione nodded as a confirmation and walked back into the hall. After a few minutes, Clarissa walked back into the hall and to her seat back at her house table. The rest of the day went by as slow as it could possibly go and when dinner came along, Clarissa was not too excited to met up with Hermione in the library, she would have rather gone to bed. But being the nice young lady that she was, she excused herself from her table after dinner and made her way to the library.
After about 10 minutes and already late, Clarissa found herself in the library, a place she has never seen in her 6 years at Hogwarts. She made her way around the library until she found Harry, Hermione and Ron in the back of the library, at a huge table with books scattered everywhere. They waved at her motioning her to sit down. "I didn't know we had a 'dark arts section' at the library," Clarissa commented as she as she noticed on of the books on the table with the title of "History of the Dark Arts".
"Yeah...well no one really bothers to come in here...that is...except for us anyway," Ron replied. He wasn't all to excited that he had to once again visit the library at the beginning of the term. "We haven't been properly introduced, my name is Ron Weasley and that over there is Harry Potter," he said as she motioned over to Harry who currently had his nose in a book. Harry looked up and waved then began to read again.
"Well it's nice to meet you both. I'm sure Hermione mentioned my name but just in case my name is Clarissa Welch."
"Of course she did, but all the same, it's a pleasure to meet you Clarissa," Ron replied, elbowing Harry to wave once again, but he put his nose back into the book. "Hermione has been working us to the bone, trying to find anything on you-know-who."
"Where is Hermione right now," Clarissa questioned
"Oh...er...I think she's over there looking for some more books." Ron pointed over the other side of the library. Clarissa nodded and walked over to the other side looking for Hermione. Clarissa was in awe of the books that the library had. She never really realized how many books there actually was, she was so caught up in that fact that she didn't she that person that was in front of her. "God, I am so sorry let me help you with that..." her hair impaired her vision but she recognized the voice, "It's quite alright Clarissa. I'm glad you made it." Clarissa looked up to see non other then Hermione, standing up with a ton of books in her hands making her way back to the table that her friends are seated at.
"Oh its you Hermione, I thought I had ran into someone else." Clarissa picked herself off of the floor and followed Hermione back to the table. Once there, Clarissa was now ready to get down to work, seeing how she was late to begin with. "So what have you found out so far." Clarissa inquired.
"Not to much I'm afraid. There seems to be nothing about Voldermont in any of these books. He is mentioned in one but all the information they gave us we already know about." It was Harry that replied. It was the first time he spoke since Clarissa had gotten there.
"Great, all the more reason for us to research. Clarissa, if you don't mind maybe you can tell us about that ritual you saw in your vision," Hermione asked.
"Of course I don't mind," Clarissa replied. She racked her brain going over every detail she ever had in her vision and telling the trio. Before she knew it, it was 10, and she felt that maybe she should go and get some sleep, it seemed like a long day to her and sleep was just the ticket she needed. She said her goodbyes and walked out of the library leaving Hermione, Harry, and Ron, still looking for information on Vlodermont. Once Clarissa made it back to the perfect common room, she trudged up the stairs and into her bed room where she plopped on her bed and fell asleep not bothering to take off her uniform.
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Clarissa woke up in a cold sweat. She looked over to her night-stand to see her clock was blinking 2:15 a.m. Wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead, she pushed herself of the bed and changed into her nightgown. Sleeping had become hard for Clarissa since she found out she was a seer at the age of 10, she is an insomniac, she never sleeps, just one of the many side-effects of being a seer, {That's it, there's no way I can sleep right now, maybe it if just read something that might help.} With that, she put on her slippers and walked down the staircase into the common room. She grabbed a book that was on the table in front of the fire and began to read it. She laid across the couch, trying to get comfortable, for she knew it would be awhile before she would fall asleep again.
She took a break from reading after about 20 minutes when she noticed that there was a light coming from the other staircase, the one that belonged to Draco and Danny. {Well maybe one of them is up and they wouldn't mind talking for awhile,} she thought as she pushed herself of the couch and made her way up the stairs. Once that the top of the stairs, she found the source of the light coming from Draco's room. Draco wasn't the exact person she was hoped would be up so she began to walk down the stair when she heard a strange noise coming from his room, a low moan. {Ignore it Clarissa, its non of your business, just walk down the stairs and leave it alone,} but curiosity got the best of her and she poked her head through the crack of the door.
She wasn't prepared for what she saw. In his room, she saw Draco in the bed with another figure with him, a girl of course {must be some Slytherin,} she thought. She moved her head to get a better view of who she was with, when she saw her. It wasn't a Slytherin he was bedding, but a Gryffindor, a Gryffindor Clarissa knew. It was Hermione who was with Draco, {what the hell...what is this a Malfoy is shagging a muggle-born, I cant believe this and Hermione out of all people, maybe he forced himself on her,} but Clarissa was proven wrong with the sudden moan she heard from Hermione, she was enjoying herself. Clarissa wanted to look away, but just couldnt, she was shocked, yet happy for them. {they are able to put aside all that's going on, pureblood verses muggle-born and found out that they love one another well I least I think so...} but her thought was cut short, she blacked out, slamming her head against the hard, cold wall behind her, knocking her unconscious.
