The Blood of A Virgin
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot.
Summary: Draco has a hidden childhood obsession. It has taken control of his mind; and has lead him to emphasize a Gryffindor as a victim. But what happens when the victim tries to change him?
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"He is highly dangerous - I suggest you take him out of school! He's in his seventh year, he could attack anyone! He is very capable to do so! Virtues will be destroyed...I am telling you."
"I decide who can stay at my school and I will let him stay. Just because he has a - has a tendency to sense people - doesn't mean he can't complete his education here at Hogwarts."
"Professor?" a voice said, Harry's face peering in from the doorway. "Are you busy...or..."
"No, no, Harry, please come in, Dr. Styfines was just leaving..."
"This is my last warning, Dumbledore. You'll regret having him stay here," he interrupted in a warning tone.
"Then may it be my regret, not yours, Dr. Styfines. The exit is that way," Dumbledore instructed, motioning his head toward the right. With an angry growl of frustration, he stormed out so that Harry and Dumbledore were safely alone.
"You needed to talk to me, Harry?"
"Yes...I did...I had a ...dream last night."
"You did?" Dumbledore offered him a seat, which he took, rather nervously.
"It was a dream...about Ginny."
"Virginia Weasley?" he questioned.
"Yes."
"Before we continue - is this personal-based, Harry? Or something I should know?"
"Something you should know."
"Alright, go on."
"See...it was a ...blurry dream," Harry recalled, his head pointedly at his knees, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes. He needn't tell him about what actually happened in the dream...just the basics.
"I see."
"Ginny was...Ginny was kissing Malfoy," Harry continued hurriedly, a blush creeping over his cheeks. "And, I don't remember what happened next," he lied. "But, Ginny was waking up, and she went toward the room...and she saw Malfoy, she went toward him...he turned into... Voldemort. And I woke up."
There was a slight pause as Dumbledore leaned over to observe Harry and his textures. "Did your scar hurt?"
"Yes, harder than ever."
"What else, Harry?"
"I woke up...with blood all over me. I..."
Harry seemed to be debating on something as he lifted the sleeve of his shirt, and showed him the faint, Dark Mark that was imprinted on his arm.
Dumbledore looked merely surprised as he put a finger to it, caressing it. "This is what you saw?"
"Yes," he replied, looking startled to see how casual and offhand Dumbledore was taking this.
"This is not the real Dark Mark."
He lifted his head, a relief swept over his face, an expression well endowed and clear. "It's not?" he asked hopefully.
"No. It's worse."
"How? How is it worse?"
"It's the mark that Tom drew when he was in your year, it was the first draft, that he carved around his own arm. Of course it was destroyed by him later on, once he declared himself as therefore the Dark Lord, and he made a final draft of it on his followers instead, so they could know when he wanted to contact them."
"But...Professor, why..." he trailed off, looking at the mark with deep disgust.
"I am impressed with the way you're handling this, Harry."
"Handling what? What am I handling? Why aren't you telling me anything?"
"I have only predictions, Harry on why he has marked you. I have nothing definite in mind."
Harry laughed coldly. "Right. But you have to keep them secret right? After what I went through in fifth year, you're still keeping secrets two years later? Don't you remember? You should've told me everything straight out. You could've told me that there was a prophecy. You should've told me about why you wanted me to take mind-lessons from Snape. Sorry, Professor Snape," he added sarcastically. "You could've told me. Then - then I would've known it was a trap...then..." his voice broke off. "Then Sirius wouldn't have died."
"Harry..."
"No, tell me why he has marked me, Professor. Tell me."
Dumbledore grew into deep silence before he spoke again. "The war between Tom - Voldemort that is, his followers and the good side has not finished yet. Yes, it is a fact that Voldemort has gone into hiding once more, thinking of a new plan. Nobody knows where. Everyone is learning Dark Arts whenever they can. They want to protect themselves, Harry. Even I cannot, under the circumstances, know what Tom is thinking of, for though he has made his mistakes in the past - he is still brilliant. But - I believe another war has begun, Harry. This is the war we talked about in your fifth year. A war we developed, studied for in this very castle. The war between you and Tom. He has marked you as his equal officially. And you remember what you saw in my memory, in the spoken words of Sibyll Trelawny..."
"...Either must die at the hand of the other for..."
"...Neither can live while the other survives..." Harry completed with dismay.
Dumbledore gave him a quivering frown. "Exactly."
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"Well, thank you for speaking to me, Ms. Weasley, but I see no future for you. You obviously are ungrateful of the gifts you have."
"I am not ungrateful," Ginny snapped. "I just don't want them."
Professor Trelawney gave her a regretful look. "You may go, my child."
Turning her back to her, Ginny began to walk away.
"...IT IS TIME..." a harsh voice said behind her. Ginny turned around, and a gasp caught in her throat when she saw Professor Trelawney's face go blank, her lips set into a thin line, her eyes rolling back as she continued to speak, as if not aware of Ginny's presence.
"...THE BOY HAS BEEN MARKED. THE WAR HAS BEGUN. FOR THE THREE CHILDREN THAT HAVE POWERS HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FOR BLOODSHED. WHEN THE SIXTEENTH DAY IS BORN; THE DARK LORD IS TO GROW MORE POWERFUL THAN EVER, EXCEEDING ANY POWER OF ANY DECENT WIZARD. ONE WILL DIE; THE OTHER WILL SURVIVE. THREE CHILDREN HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FOR BLOODSHED IN POWERS THE DARK LORD ANTICIPATES TO FIGHT INNOCENCE , ONE OF THE POWERS THAT THE GREAT CASSANDRA EMBRACED , ONE OF THE POWERS THAT THE DARK LORD FIGHTS AGAINST, AND ONE POWER OF THE DIVIDED CASSANDRA. TWO OF THESE POWERS AT BIRTH IN THE GREAT RAINFALL. THE LAST POWER GIVEN AT THE PRESENCE OF DEATH AND SACRIFICE. ONE WILL DIE...THE OTHER WILL...SURVIVE..." Her head shifted back, and she flickered her eyes open once more, staring at Ginny.
"Oh, I am sorry...I must've dozed off there..."
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Professor Trelawney *rolls eyes* Clueless. Anyways. Hope that made sense. If it didn't...well, I don't know. Sorry if I went overdramatic on the little (okay, massive) prediction. Yeah, there's no D/G action here. But there will be. Soon, I promise. Remember what my summary said. I hope everyone's read OOTP...because I gave a lot of things away in this chapter. Also, I realized a mistake in chapter one or two...Draco said that his father acts like his curse is not there...well, I forgot, Draco's father was accused of being a Death Eater, right? But let's just pretend that never happened. Oh, yeah...it's so hard to find a fan-artist for this fic, because either they're inexperienced or they don't have a scanner, even though they're brilliant. So if you're a fan-artist that would be willing to do a couple of pieces, and have fair practice, and have a scanner, or know of somebody that would be willing, please let me know by email or review. Hope this chapter was long enough for you guys.
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-S.A. Court