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Chapter 3
In Dumbledore's Office
Harry's P.O.V.
"Shut up please!!!!! I need to finish this report right now!!!!" I tried to mentally tell the first years in the corner that were giggling loudly to shut up. There subconscious ignored me. It was the last day of Christmas holidays and I needed to get this one last potions assignment done. I still needed to find out what gorlocks were, what they are used for in potion making, and their living habits. What did their living habits have to do with potion making? Why would anyone care?

"Hi Harry. What are you working on?" Someone said to me and I turned around to rip their head off. But it was Ginny.

"Oh hi Ginny I thought you were on of those obnoxious first years they won't stop giggling and I can't handle it. I need to get this potions essay done by tomorrow!" I leaned over the huge volume of Animals in Potion Making and skimmed the next article.

"Oh sorry I'll just sit here quietly and write a letter." Ginny set her bag down by an armchair and sat down with a roll of parchment and a quill.

Oh no, now I'm going to be distracted by Ginny. She's so beautiful. NO! Gorlocks gorlocks gorlocks.... Concentrate on the gorlocks!!!! I was concentrating, concentrating, I found something! Yes! Gorlocks were small, flying, furry, animals that were distantly related to pixies, about the same relation as humans and apes. When they shed their fur, the fur could be used for veritaserum, and other strong truth potions along with engorgement potions. You could tell how old a gorlock was by what color its fur was, as its fur was a different color every time it shed its skin.

The more healthy a gorlock was the stronger the potion ingredient its fur would make, so depending on how strong you wanted the potion to be, you could find a gorlock in different places, either the arctic or at rainforest climate. The youngest color is a dark, blood red and if its shiny and smooth then it means the gorlock is healthy. I like red hair...I looked up at Ginny. It looks so pretty when it's in the light. It looks like wine. I can't wait until the next Hogsmeade weekend. Whoa!!!!!! Gorlocks, Gorlocks, Gorlocks!!!!! Write Potter write!!! Get the essay done then you can think about Ginny!

Twenty minutes later I was finally done with the stupid essay.

"WOOO! I'm done! Do you want to go outside for a while?" It wasn't
snowing anymore and we could wear our cloaks.

"Okay, let me go get my cloak." Ginny smiled and raced up the stairway. I myself already had my cloak with me from going outside earlier and put my stuff away in my bag and stuffed it under the couch, not wanting to go all the way up the stairs to put it away.

"Okay I'm back." Ginny wasn't wearing her normal black school cloak, but a light blue one made with a soft, kind of furry material. It was pleasant to the touch and made Ginny's hair stand out even more.

"Where'd you get this? I like it, it's soft." Ginny smiled and wrapped it around her to emphasize her point.

"I love it to, to bad I can't wear it normally since it's not black, but anyways my mom and dad got it for me from Madame Malkin's, it wasn't seconds hand or anything."

"It's nice. Do you have all your homework done?"

"I got all the homework I was assigned done when break first started. 'cause now I don't have to worry about it and i..." Ginny blushed, "have more time to spend with you." By now we were outside and it was, in fact, snowing. Hundreds of tiny white flakes floated gently about us and landed on our clothes, then quickly melted. The snow that was already on the ground glittered and crunched beneath our feet and little puffs of steam came from our mouths as we spoke.

"Why thank you, I'm so loved!" I put my arm around Ginny's waist and we walked in silence to the edge of the lake. It looked dark and sinister with only the edges frozen, and as it went further out it got darker and looked like an endless black hole.

"I wish Dumbledore would freeze the lake so we could ice skate on it. I don't know why he wouldn't." Ginny looked out over the lake and smiled. The thing I wished for most right then was that I could freeze the lake just for Ginny. It'd be worth it even though I knew why Dumbledore didn't freeze the lake.

"I think it's because the people that made mass ice freezing spells never really thought that there could be a danger in it so they made it really easy to be undone, so if Dumbledore froze the lake there'd be no way to protect it more than a little bit so the Death Eaters could undo it when we were all on the lake." It was a depressing thought; things were getting so bad that we couldn't even trust people enough to go ice skating on the lake. When had people turned into such power hungry war mongers? When had people gotten so bad that we had to lock our doors and not give rides to poor people that needed them, in fear of them being someone dangerous?

"I think I'll just pretend Dumbledore wanted to keep it natural. It's much more pleasant." Ginny laughed softly, a beautiful tinkling sound that I had become addicted to over the past while.

"Me to. I'll pretend that there's no reason to be scared. What? What war? What are you talking about?"

Ginny laughed again and I grinned. She looked thoughtful. "I'll pretend there's no reason to be scared of getting owls in the morning, just because they might say one of your family members was killed or another attack had happened."

"I'll pretend that everyone is pretty much good and no has the random, twisted urge to hurt or kill people."

"Well that pretty much would clear everything up. Let's talk about something different." Ginny grinned almost evilly. "Like Ron and Hermione."

"That was bloody hilarious the day Ron wanted to ask Hermione to the Ball, I thought he was going to choke to death before he got it out! I almost bust a gut laughing. Well it worked out at least..." Ginny was laughing again.

"I didn't figure it out for a while but then I was like 'hey! He's not almost wetting himself in front of her' so I asked Hermione and she told me about it." Ginny was grinning and it was making me grin too. "So, what's happening on the Quiditch front? Is practice going well?"

"Yeah pretty much Ron of course is much better he's not quite as good Wood but I'm not complaining." I looked at the ground and watched the fallen snow sparkle.

An hour and a half later me and Ginny were back in the common room, where the obnoxious first years still were, giggling and laughing as loudly as ever.

"I just heard one of those first years say your name." Ginny looked highly amused by this but it bugged me to no end. She strained her ears to hear more.

"Ginny seriously I don't really want to know what they're saying... NO! Don't tell me!" "They said-" "Ginny!" "That you were the hottest bloke in school!" I groaned. "You're so cruel."

Ron's P.O.V. This was the life! With Hermione and I didn't feel like a complete freak. I hadn't felt this normal around her since the fourth year...wow think of how much I'd been missing.

"The ball was fun, don't you think?" Hermione looked content as she asked it but her face quickly turned to a frown, "Have you thought of what happened outside? I didn't really want to bring it up after it happened but I know there was more to it than what we saw. I think something happened to only Harry, something we couldn't hear or sea because the look on his face when the snow cleared..." She trailed off and looked at me for an answer.

"I thought about it, yeah. But I didn't want to bring it up either; Harry looked really stressed as it was." I thought about what had happened and remembered the whisper of the wind that had sounded a lot like a voice. I pushed the thought away.

"I think I'll try and look into it for a bit, I'll see ya later." Hermione got up and kissed me on the cheek.

"Okay Mione, see you later." Hermione smiled and walked out the door and turned left.

Sometimes I felt very bitter towards the library... Im about ready to have an inferiority complex because she'll go to the library for anything. What exactly is she going to look up? Random snow storms that scare the bejeesus out of your friend that has plenty to be scared of, yet he rarely acts like it?

Now that I was practically alone in the empty classroom there was nothing to do. Maybe I could find Harry and Ginny. Or maybe I could find Harry alone and somehow bring it up. Not that he'd talk about it.

Hermione's P.O.V. I felt bad leaving Ron, I really didn't want to and the library was incredibly boring next to Ron, plus it smelled odd. But there was something at the corners of my brain so to speak. Something poking at my brain that told me I needed to find something important, something I'd already found in fact.

The only problem was I had no idea where to start. I started in the Dark Arts section, the one that wasn't restricted. It was the history of dark arts mostly, the spells and potions and such being in the Restricted Section; and quite a bit of the history was on Voldemort, even though his time only covered maybe twenty years about. Well I shouldn't just look through that stuff; the older books might be more helpful.

Ten minutes later I had a dozen or so books on a table, all about the history and of the Dark Arts and people that practice the Dark Arts.

Okay, first book. The Three Major Figures of Dark Arts: 123 B.C.-378 A.D. I flipped to the back for an index and to the front for a table but there was no listing of what was inside, or even the three major figures were. There was a chapter index though, but the titles said nothing.

I briefly perused each of the thirteen chapters, looking for anything that could have anything at all to do with our situation. Nothing.

Second book. The Young Voldemort. There were three chapters in the book, titled, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. I shook my head. Some wizard obsessed with muggles that knew nothing about Voldemort had written it, and titled it after a muggle movie. The man described the young Voldemort as tall and heavyset with blonde hair and blue eyes. Supposedly everyone looked up to him and he was extremely popular, captain of the quiditch team and top in everything. It went on to describe how everyone pressured him to much and by the time he was twenty three he was sick of everyone and went on a political rampage, which slowly turned into a full on killing war, leading to the entire world fearing him.

As far as I knew none of that was true, he was tall, thin, brown haired, and off-the-wall evil by the time he was 16.

It went on like this for some time until I had three books left. The one I was reading now looked more promising than the rest, old, dusty and written in old English. It didn't seem to be a history of the Dark Arts so much as a collection of Seer prophecies, all regarding dark wizards and events, wars, people that would turn bad, and even things that seemed to be muggle related.

Yvonne Donefrio stated on July 30th, of the year 1200 that in 739 years a great war of the non-magic folk will commence, a war that will involve many of the nations of the world. "All of them will fight, all of them will lose some amongst their ranks, and one nation will win, against the greater odds of the tyranny of one mad man."

I thought about it a moment. World War II. How odd. I read through page after page of events I couldn't identify, maybe that didn't even happen, and some that I did. Like the uprising of Herdano, another of the dark wizards that had tried to take over. Page after page after page until I came to one a little after halfway through.

The Prophecies of Palponoff Senior. On midsummer night's eve, in 1208, Sir Trinity James Palponoff predicted:

Of a Flame and in the night.

Love will prove that all is right.

A heart will fly.

To one below.

A light will shine.

The river flow.

If it is true.

The heart will be one.

If not strong enough.

The dark side will have won.

A boy of raven.

A girl of flame.

Will have to burn the light.

One or the other, other or the one.

Will be the victor whether he be wrong or right.

The sun will shine.

Or the dark overtake.

The world's next step.

To this love has faith.

Be a curse or be a wish.

To each the other will have his wrath.

But the one that shows compassion.

The one that lets the other live.

The one that shows he knows how to love.

To him a great gift God will give.

You must understand that its not both at once.

You must understand that its one of the above.

Either one or other one will live to see the rest. . Either one or other one will finish this great test.

Only one will show the compassion.

Only one can live this through.

Only one will have a great love.

To make the light shine through.

I stared at the page. This was almost scary, no this was scary, this was huge! This almost explained what would happen between Harry and Voldemort! Well, maybe it wasn't Harry... other things could mean boy of raven... but what about girl of flame? That could so easily be Ginny. I was almost having a heart attack as I ran to the front counter to check the book out.

Up three flights of moving stairs, through countless hallways and to the stone gargoyle I went. Then I realized I didn't have the password. Harry had told me of Dumbledore's candy passwords so I started spouting rapid fire candies, even muggle ones.

"Pumkin pasties, licorice wands, Bertie Bott's, Skittles, milyway, Three Musketeers, gummi worms, bubble gum, ice cream, twix-"as soon as I said Twix the stone gargoyle came alive and smirked at me before getting out of my way.

"That's right you get out of my way! This is important!"

As soon as I reached Dumbledore's office I rapped on the large wooden door. A split second later Dumbledore opened his door and I almost pounded his nose in.

"Professor! I'm so sorry! But I found something incredibly important that I need to show you right now!"

"Come in, come in, start immediately." The powerful old man strode across the room and sat down at his desk, with his fingertips together in front of him.

"Well-",I walked across the room too, with the book flipped open to the page and put it down on his desk. "Read that prophecy. It's from way before Cassandra Trelawny's time, and it's way more detailed.

The bright blue eyes raced over the page and a flash of emotion flashed across his face. A mix of fear and... relief?

"this certainly does describe our case much clearer than Cassandra's version does, assuming it has anything to do with Harry Potter. Who do you suppose could be the girl of flame?" Dumbledore looked highly amused and I had to admit it was rather funny.

"Ginny of course. Figures, half the things that Harry's been involved with Voldemort in had to do with Ginny also. The Chamber of Secrets, Ministry of Magic last year..." I remembered back to the Ministry of Magic, me and Ron might not have lived through that without Luna and Ginny.

"Yes. I thank you greatly, this may help us a lot, but I ask you not to tell anyone of this. You may leave if you wish to."

I did just that. I wanted to tell someone so badly but I knew I had to do as Dumbledore said, or someone thin bad would happen or something would go wrong.

I was almost to the portrait of the Fat Lady when I ran into someone, still thinking about the prophesy. "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going!" The person was bathed in shadows and I couldn't quite tell who it was, even they looked familiar. The person still had me by the shoulders, as I had almost fallen backwards.

"Obviously!" I knew immediately who it was. The voice dripped with contempt and arrogance, spitting out the words as if they tasted bad. It was the voice that scorned me in the hallways enough to drive a person to madness, the voice that taunted my friends and insulted my family. The voice that hated my house, my bloodline, my friends and everything else about me. And I could say the same for it. But a split second after it said that, his shoulders drooped and he started to speak again. "I'm sorry, I had something else on my mind and I wasn't paying attention either, I didn't mean to be rude."

Malfoy was in the light now and he didn't look mocking, he looked sincere. I had no earthly idea what to say. Malfoy had never said anything anywhere near an apology or nice comment on the six years I had known him. I was completely speechless.

"Um... that's alright, I'm fine... I wasn't really paying attention either. Thank you."

"No problem, sorry again." Malfoy gave me the tiniest of smiles, not a sarcastic smirk but a true, genuine smile. His face looked much different with this smile on his face, I liked it. He didn't look so much like a vampire.

"Bye." I gave him a small smile in return and watched him walk the length of the corridor and around the corner.

That was the weirdest thing I've witnessed in my entire life... who kidnapped Malfoy and possessed his body? Or maybe he truly is becoming nicer... it could be, I haven't talked to him since before break started. I shrugged, oh well I guess I'll find out later, maybe when classes start again tomorrow.

Around the next corner I ran into yet another person, only this time it was Ron. "Oh hi, you're the second person I've collided with in the last sixty seconds, I'm sorry I had to leave you, but I just had to look around."

Ron grinned, and put his arm around my shoulder, "That's fine, I love to randomly dash off to the library too. I do it all the time."

I swatted his arm. "Oh shush." I was glad he hadn't asked if I had found anything, I'm a horrible liar and I couldn't tell him.

"Well let's go sit in the common room with Harry and Ginny, Ginny teasing Harry about the first years that are talking about him, its bloody hilarious. They keep on talking about how hot he is..." Ron shook his head.

"Okay, sounds good, but don't you want to go to the library?" He looked at me and I kept a completely straight face, but only for a second before cracking up. "I'm just kidding, calm down; we're going to the common room."

Ron looked relieved. It was so easy to tease him. For a second I had almost forgotten about Malfoy but it popped into my head again once we got to the portrait hole. I decided not to mention it to Ron; he'd immediately think that Malfoy was out to kill me or something.

Malfoy's P.O.V. After almost running Hermione over, I went on my way to the kitchens to get some food. I tried not to think about anything until I got back up to the astronomy tower with my chocolate and bread, an odd mix of foods I always got when I went to the kitchens.

As I sat with my back on the cold stone balcony, I was reminded of being thrown to the floor by my father, and the thud of my mother's body next to me.

*Flashback*

"DRACO!" I heard my father's voice boom through the manor, and I could tell he'd been more angry than almost every before. It used to be that when my father got angry he'd bring me into his room and talk to me; sometimes he'd yell but not often. He'd tell me why he was angry and tell me not to do it again, sometimes he'd punish me with chores, or not being able to do anything, or when I was littler he'd take my toys away.

But after my father got more and more involved with the Dark Lord, he got more and more distant, finally becoming a horrendous monster that used his fist and the back of his hand to prove his point. After a while the man I looked up to and planned on following became the man I hated and feared, wishing that me and my mom could live peacefully without him. My mother was a happy woman, but after my father got worse, she got worse. But never to me. She always smiled, with all the new bruises and cuts, the pain I knew must come along with them. I almost never got the blow. My mother almost always intervened.

"Yes father!?" I shouted back, playing dumb. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad this time. Maybe it was over something stupid and the volcanic like anger would dwindle away before someone got hurt.

"COME HERE RIGHT NOW!! YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" I licked my lips and dashed through the corridors, knowing if I made him wait it could only get worse.

I slowed outside the door to where my father was, trying to compose myself and not give him my appearance to scream about too. My eyes widened. My mother was already on the floor, but as I walked in she pushed herself up and smiled, it hurt me so much to watch her like this.

"What is the meaning of this?" He waved a peace of parchment around wildly and I had no idea what he meant by it. I hadn't done anything bad that I could think of and all my marks in school had been pretty good.

"I don't quite understand you..." I walked over to my mom and stood in front of her, still keeping eye contact with my father.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME?! How can you not know what I'm talking about?" After the first sentence his voice dropped to a deadly pitch. This was the tone that he always used right before he blew up and hit my mom or me. I was determined it would not be my mom that time. No more.

"Well I don't know what the piece of paper says so why don't you tell me?" I knew right when I said it that I had made a mistake. Lucius's eyes widened in madness, and he dropped the parchment and came forward, pulling his wand out as he went.

My mother tried to push me aside but I kept her behind me, and pushed her against the wall with my back, with me between my father and her.

"Trevinsolia!" My father shouted the curse, and it flew toward me in a flash of white light. As soon as it hit me I felt a sharp pain go all through me and then stop, after I fell on the floor. It was somewhat like the crucio curse, only not an unforgivable and it didn't cause continuous pain.

My mom picked me up and put me behind her, I tried to stop her but I hadn't quite regained my strength.

"Avada Kadavra!" My father shouted another curse and every thing turned into slow motion. I reached up and grabbed my moms arm, trying to push her to the side. It took me a fraction of a second to figure out what the curse meant and by then it had hit my mother. There was nothing I could do, I watched her fall in normal speed to the floor and hit the ground with a bump. No way to go back and change it, no way to help her, no way to stop my father. For all I knew he was going to kill me next.

"Don't be frightened Draco. I don't plan on doing anything to you, but your mother was getting week. I know she was about ready to turn to Dumbledore and tell him all she knew. But you still have a place in the Lord's circle; you still have great chances for a life with the mightiest. You are a Malfoy after all."

I couldn't even say anything; I just stared at him.

*END FLASHBACK*

I never did find out what had caused my mothers death, afterwards Lucius had thrown the parchment into the fire, never to speak of it again.

I hated anything that had to do with Voldemort after that and the only thing that kept my father from kicking me out was that it would look suspicious and be bad on the family name. Especially after the suspicious death of my mother which was blamed on a potion accident.

Half my chocolates were gone and I started thinking about other things. Hermione came to mind and I almost laughed. I kind of regretted spending the last six years being her mortal enemy. In that one moment she had seemed like the nicest person I'd ever met, when she didn't know who I was at least. But even after she knew who I was and I apologized she immediately brushed away six years of insults and scorn and apologized to, plus she smiled at me. How could someone be so forgiving?

Well I'd probably never be friends with them or anything but I might as well not be enemies, as I was on their side now. Even though no one knew that. I'd argued with myself over whether to go to Dumbledore, not being able to decide if he'd believe me or not. And even if he did believe me, I didn't think Potter or Weasley would. Granger might, she doesn't hold a grudge near as much as them. And Potter's girlfriend Ginny probably wouldn't kill me... at least.

The stars were already in different places and I gazed up at them. My legs and my back were numb but somehow it seemed much better than going back to the even colder dungeons and chambers of the Slytherin common rooms.

Crabbe and Goyle snored so loud it could drown out the sounds of rampaging hippogriffs and whenever they woke up they followed me around until the point where I was about ready to strangle them.

Pansy Parkinson might even be waiting up for me, and I could stand her even less than I could Crabbe and Goyle. She never stopped trying to win me over and no matter how rude I was to her she'd always come back and try again.

My thoughts became more scattered... I think I'll tell Dumbledore... nothing to lose... astronomy homework...Hermione... Potter... Weasley... Lucius... mother... My eyelids got heavier and heavier until I couldn't keep them open and I drifted off into a deep, cold sleep.

My eyes snapped open. It was light out, although barely and as I rolled over I came to find that someone had put a blanket over me. I frowned. It better not have been Parkinson. But then I smiled fondly... maybe it was Granger.

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