Chapter 11-The Prophecy
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"Professor Dumbledore? You wanted to see me?" Hermione asked.
"Ah, yes, I have found something concerning you in The Book."
The Book. Hermione had heard about this. The Book was a book that was filled with prophecies, it never got bigger, even though prophecies were added as they were made. Hermione gulped, "What does it say?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to read.
"The heirs four,
Will defeat the dark lord,
On their second attempt,
His death will come,
The only female,
She is his death-bringer,
Through the
Sword of Knowledge."
"But, how does this concern me" Hermione was thoroughly confused.
"You are Rowena Ravenclaw's heir," Hermione heard her mother's voice behind her.
"But.how?" Hermione was more confused than ever.
"Because she was my ancestor, and I her heir, until I had you, and now you are her heir," Hermione was shocked, why hadn't her mother told her before?
"But, who are the other three heirs?"
"That we do not know yet. We know that Voldemort was the heir of Slytherin, but he is also the Dark Lord that you will defeat. He probably passed some of his blood into one of his followers pregnant wives (A/N if that doesn't make sense he has a follower, okay, and this follower had a wife who was pregnant and Voldemort put some of his blood in her so that her child would be his heir) or just into one of his female followers, so his heir is probably the heir of Slytherin." Dumbledore said.
Hermione thought about this and nodded. That would make sense, seeing as how Lord Voldemort didn't have a wife himself and would need an heir.
Dumbledore's voice brought Hermione out of her thoughts, "That is all Miss Granger, you are dismissed."
After Hermione had gone Dumbledore turned to Hermione's mother. Hesitantly he said, "There are several more lines to the prophecy,"
"But there is a price to pay,
The four will have to die,
As well as the Dark Lord,
On the day the darkness is overturned,
But hope there is still,
For Rowena can raise the dead,
But for those she loves to live,
She will sacrifice herself,
To give them life,
And love is also a life-bringer."
"I am truly sorry, but the prophecy is only a guide, but if she does sacrifice herself, then she will be doing it with all knowledge that she will die in doing it," Dumbledore had tears in his eyes as well as Hermione's mother. "It is the last line that still confuses me, 'And love is also a life-bringer,' for that is where the prophecy ends and the mystery begins. Perhaps there is hope for her life yet. I will inform you of information we come up with."
Draco's POV
Hermione entered their common room that night looking confused. She sat down on his lap. "What's wrong?" Draco queried.
"Dumbledore read me a prophecy."
"And, what did this prophecy say?" Draco needed to know anything that was going on with his love.
"It said that Rowena Ravenclaw's heir would defeat Lord Voldemort with the aid of the other three heirs. And then my mum showed up and told me that I was the heir to Ravenclaw," Hermione looked up at him for comfort and found it within his gray eyes. "It also said that I would kill him with the Sword of Knowledge, and I have no idea where that may be or how I will find it."
"Hmmm, wait, I think the Sword of Knowledge, I may have that, I wore the Sword of Love to the Winter Ball, and I have the four Swords total, the Swords of Life, Love, Justice, and I think Knowledge are in the armory at Malfoy Manor along with four suits of elfin armor, one of which I wore to the Winter Ball also. One of the suits was obviously made for a woman, maybe you are supposed to wear that when we go into battle."
"WE, who ever said WE were going into battle? Don't you mean me, I am not going to let you go out there and get yourself hurt," Hermione said.
Draco snorted, why was she being so stubborn? "Yes, we, you didn't think I would let you go out there into battle without your knight in shining armor, besides, how would you get to Malfoy Manor without me?"
Hermione's POV
Hermione thought about what she had read about prophecies, something about the people involved would be where they were needed, and if someone was not needed where the prophecy was taking place they would not be there. So Draco could try to come, but if he wasn't supposed to be there he wouldn't be. So after a minute she said, "Fine, you can come," she didn't tell him about what she knew of prophecies, but maybe he was supposed to come.
"Good, I thought you might see it my way," Draco said, pulling her into a kiss.
After that they both read on the green couch for a while. Hermione yawned for about the tenth time. Abruptly, Draco stood up, "Come on, bed time for you little missy."
"But I'm not *yawn* tired," Hermione protested. Draco raised his eyebrows. "Fine, I may be a little tired."
"That's what I thought," Draco answered, carrying her up to her room.
That night Hermione was awakened to a tapping on her window. She rolled over and looked out her window. It was an owl, a huge owl, she could tell that much at least from it's shadow. She struggled out of Draco's grasp and walked over to the window in her pair of red socks with green snakes (random) and opened the window. It turned out that the owl was for Draco. No one would have been able to see the impish glint in her eyes as she walked towards the door. Putting a silencing spell on the door Hermione walked back to the bed. "Draco!" She screamed, and as soon as she saw his eyes open she fell to the floor.
Draco's POV
Draco was rudely awakened by a scream, "Draco!" He opened his eyes and saw Hermione slump to the floor. Draco scrambled off the bed and sat next to Hermione's small figure on the floor. He gently placed her head in his lap. Her eyes fluttered open and she whispered, as though in great pain, "You.have.an owl!" At the last word she jumped up and started to dance around the room, chanting, "You have an owl, you have an owl," repeatedly. He shook his head, she sure knew how to get him to wake up, and walked over to the large owl on the windowsill. He recognized it as his father's. Frowning, he opened the letter and read:
My son,
I am proud to inform you that the Dark Lord has chosen you as
his heir, actually, he chose you when you were a baby. You have the
blood of Dark Lord running through your veins. You should be proud.
Meet us at the place that is marked on the enclosed map for your
initiation on your sixteenth birthday.
Signed,
Your Father
"Oh, my God, come on Draco," He hadn't realized Hermione had been reading over his shoulder. Hermione grabbed his wrist and led him to Dumbledore's gargoyle in silence. She said the password (Shock Tarts) and took him up the spiral staircase. Draco was very confused, but he trusted Hermione, his love.
Hermione knocked on the door. At the "Come in," Hermione led Draco inside, looking very pleased. Dumbledore sat at his desk as though he had been expecting them. Erratically Draco was very scared, what was going to happen to him, why had he been taken to Dumblerdore in the middle of the night, he hadn't done anything wrong, had he?
Looking up at him Hermione seemed to read his emotions and wrapped his arms around her, for his comfort, not hers. He looked right back down at her and smiled. Dumbledore looked amused, there they were, in the middle of the night, a fifteen year old boy in only boxers, and a girl of the same age in shorts and a matching top that only went to her belly button wearing red socks that had green snakes on them. "Dumbledore, I have found the heir of Slytherin that is to aid me in my task of defeating Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore smiled, then nodded and grabbed The Book so that Draco could learn his fate.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
"Professor Dumbledore? You wanted to see me?" Hermione asked.
"Ah, yes, I have found something concerning you in The Book."
The Book. Hermione had heard about this. The Book was a book that was filled with prophecies, it never got bigger, even though prophecies were added as they were made. Hermione gulped, "What does it say?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to read.
"The heirs four,
Will defeat the dark lord,
On their second attempt,
His death will come,
The only female,
She is his death-bringer,
Through the
Sword of Knowledge."
"But, how does this concern me" Hermione was thoroughly confused.
"You are Rowena Ravenclaw's heir," Hermione heard her mother's voice behind her.
"But.how?" Hermione was more confused than ever.
"Because she was my ancestor, and I her heir, until I had you, and now you are her heir," Hermione was shocked, why hadn't her mother told her before?
"But, who are the other three heirs?"
"That we do not know yet. We know that Voldemort was the heir of Slytherin, but he is also the Dark Lord that you will defeat. He probably passed some of his blood into one of his followers pregnant wives (A/N if that doesn't make sense he has a follower, okay, and this follower had a wife who was pregnant and Voldemort put some of his blood in her so that her child would be his heir) or just into one of his female followers, so his heir is probably the heir of Slytherin." Dumbledore said.
Hermione thought about this and nodded. That would make sense, seeing as how Lord Voldemort didn't have a wife himself and would need an heir.
Dumbledore's voice brought Hermione out of her thoughts, "That is all Miss Granger, you are dismissed."
After Hermione had gone Dumbledore turned to Hermione's mother. Hesitantly he said, "There are several more lines to the prophecy,"
"But there is a price to pay,
The four will have to die,
As well as the Dark Lord,
On the day the darkness is overturned,
But hope there is still,
For Rowena can raise the dead,
But for those she loves to live,
She will sacrifice herself,
To give them life,
And love is also a life-bringer."
"I am truly sorry, but the prophecy is only a guide, but if she does sacrifice herself, then she will be doing it with all knowledge that she will die in doing it," Dumbledore had tears in his eyes as well as Hermione's mother. "It is the last line that still confuses me, 'And love is also a life-bringer,' for that is where the prophecy ends and the mystery begins. Perhaps there is hope for her life yet. I will inform you of information we come up with."
Draco's POV
Hermione entered their common room that night looking confused. She sat down on his lap. "What's wrong?" Draco queried.
"Dumbledore read me a prophecy."
"And, what did this prophecy say?" Draco needed to know anything that was going on with his love.
"It said that Rowena Ravenclaw's heir would defeat Lord Voldemort with the aid of the other three heirs. And then my mum showed up and told me that I was the heir to Ravenclaw," Hermione looked up at him for comfort and found it within his gray eyes. "It also said that I would kill him with the Sword of Knowledge, and I have no idea where that may be or how I will find it."
"Hmmm, wait, I think the Sword of Knowledge, I may have that, I wore the Sword of Love to the Winter Ball, and I have the four Swords total, the Swords of Life, Love, Justice, and I think Knowledge are in the armory at Malfoy Manor along with four suits of elfin armor, one of which I wore to the Winter Ball also. One of the suits was obviously made for a woman, maybe you are supposed to wear that when we go into battle."
"WE, who ever said WE were going into battle? Don't you mean me, I am not going to let you go out there and get yourself hurt," Hermione said.
Draco snorted, why was she being so stubborn? "Yes, we, you didn't think I would let you go out there into battle without your knight in shining armor, besides, how would you get to Malfoy Manor without me?"
Hermione's POV
Hermione thought about what she had read about prophecies, something about the people involved would be where they were needed, and if someone was not needed where the prophecy was taking place they would not be there. So Draco could try to come, but if he wasn't supposed to be there he wouldn't be. So after a minute she said, "Fine, you can come," she didn't tell him about what she knew of prophecies, but maybe he was supposed to come.
"Good, I thought you might see it my way," Draco said, pulling her into a kiss.
After that they both read on the green couch for a while. Hermione yawned for about the tenth time. Abruptly, Draco stood up, "Come on, bed time for you little missy."
"But I'm not *yawn* tired," Hermione protested. Draco raised his eyebrows. "Fine, I may be a little tired."
"That's what I thought," Draco answered, carrying her up to her room.
That night Hermione was awakened to a tapping on her window. She rolled over and looked out her window. It was an owl, a huge owl, she could tell that much at least from it's shadow. She struggled out of Draco's grasp and walked over to the window in her pair of red socks with green snakes (random) and opened the window. It turned out that the owl was for Draco. No one would have been able to see the impish glint in her eyes as she walked towards the door. Putting a silencing spell on the door Hermione walked back to the bed. "Draco!" She screamed, and as soon as she saw his eyes open she fell to the floor.
Draco's POV
Draco was rudely awakened by a scream, "Draco!" He opened his eyes and saw Hermione slump to the floor. Draco scrambled off the bed and sat next to Hermione's small figure on the floor. He gently placed her head in his lap. Her eyes fluttered open and she whispered, as though in great pain, "You.have.an owl!" At the last word she jumped up and started to dance around the room, chanting, "You have an owl, you have an owl," repeatedly. He shook his head, she sure knew how to get him to wake up, and walked over to the large owl on the windowsill. He recognized it as his father's. Frowning, he opened the letter and read:
My son,
I am proud to inform you that the Dark Lord has chosen you as
his heir, actually, he chose you when you were a baby. You have the
blood of Dark Lord running through your veins. You should be proud.
Meet us at the place that is marked on the enclosed map for your
initiation on your sixteenth birthday.
Signed,
Your Father
"Oh, my God, come on Draco," He hadn't realized Hermione had been reading over his shoulder. Hermione grabbed his wrist and led him to Dumbledore's gargoyle in silence. She said the password (Shock Tarts) and took him up the spiral staircase. Draco was very confused, but he trusted Hermione, his love.
Hermione knocked on the door. At the "Come in," Hermione led Draco inside, looking very pleased. Dumbledore sat at his desk as though he had been expecting them. Erratically Draco was very scared, what was going to happen to him, why had he been taken to Dumblerdore in the middle of the night, he hadn't done anything wrong, had he?
Looking up at him Hermione seemed to read his emotions and wrapped his arms around her, for his comfort, not hers. He looked right back down at her and smiled. Dumbledore looked amused, there they were, in the middle of the night, a fifteen year old boy in only boxers, and a girl of the same age in shorts and a matching top that only went to her belly button wearing red socks that had green snakes on them. "Dumbledore, I have found the heir of Slytherin that is to aid me in my task of defeating Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore smiled, then nodded and grabbed The Book so that Draco could learn his fate.
