Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! It's a lot of explanations and
other crap, so bare with me! Poor Draco, he gets two verbal beatings in
this chapter! Don't worry, it'll get even more juicy! Enjoy!
Rating: PG-13
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"You've met?" Dumbledore asked, a very seldom look of confusion on his wise old face.
"Last night. It's a long story, and time is pressing. Please let me explain things to her." Ilyanna implored, not wanting to discuss last night's events anymore than Hermione. Dumbledore nodded and smiled his half smile, closing his eyes and leaning back in his armchair.
"Hermione, listen to me and listen carefully. Late last night, after you left with" Dumbledore's eyes opened slightly, "Well, after you left, I had a premonition. I'm gifted with the gift of inner sight and all that jazz," She added, seeing the look of small confusion on Hermione's face. "Anyway, it was more like a what would happen vision than a premonition, but that's beside the point. In my vision I saw the war to come, the last one, well for our age at least. It was terrible, explosions everywhere, screaming families running from their ruined neighborhoods as Voldermort's Death Eaters swarmed around them. The I saw Hogwarts, a field of death, the Death Eaters were killing anyone who got in their way. Then it flashed to him torturing you with, an evil smirk on his face, muttering, 'When all have failed, the first to stand shall be the last to fall. The Dark Lord shall stand in pure victory, if the heir of the Magia shall cease to be.' He stopped for a minute as you feel to your knees, then he spoke, 'You never knew, did you? You always thought you were a filthy little mudblood, but in reality, your blood is purer than that of the purest pureblood wizard. Magic is your blood. It's a pity, really to see such power go to waste, but all's fair in love and war. Goodbye Aradia Magia, last heir to the Magia.' A green let of light shot from his wand and you died. I thought the vision was over, a prediction of the doom to come, yet I was wrong, a minute of black night passed and it started over. The war, the screams, Hogwarts. Then He approached you, you were trying to heal a man who had fallen in battle, he was covered in blood, and you were crying. A light surrounded his body and he vanished as you stood to face Voldermort, he raised his wand to strike, muttering the prophecy once again, 'When all have failed, the first to stand shall be the last to fall. The Dark Lord shall stand in pure victory, if the heir of the Magia shall cease to be.' A bright white light illuminated the area coming from you body for a moment. You were now clad in all white, wielding a silver sword, with a crown of silver and gold upon you head. Voldermort's face flooded with fear as you said an ancient curse, or something and thrust the sword into his flesh. A huge explosion, then a sunray shone through the dark sky, shining down upon you as you collapsed. The sun broke through the clouds, and those who were wounded were healed. A lone figure walked up to your lifeless body and gently placed you in their lap, a single tear glistening on their pale cheek. And then it vanished."
Hermione sat in silence, digesting the mass of information just given to her. The name Magia was new to her, yet somehow familiar. The Prophecy stated that the first to stand shall be the last to fall. It must be referring to the Magia family line. They must've been the first persons to experience magic and use it. They would be about a millenia old, if that's what it meant. But did this mean that she was the key to destroying Voldermort once and for all? That really confused her. What about Harry? He's the boy who lived? Dumbledore broke the silence,
"We don't know quite what it means either. The only clue is the prophecy. And luckily, the vision revealed the heir of the Magia line. Long thought to have died out. Hermione, do you understand what this means?" She looked at him and nodded slowly,
"I'm a not a muggleborn, I'm a pureblood. And I apparently have some sort of magic in my very blood, it is my blood, according to Voldermort. My name's not Granger, it's Magia, and my first name isn't Hermione..It's Aradia." Her voice to an whisper, Aradia Magia. It was too regal for her, that name is for someone who has the power to do whatever she wants. Hermione Granger fit her perfectly, yet didn't she, before everything happened, didn't she have the power to do whatever she wanted?
"Yes. But I think you can keep Hermione for the time being, in fact, I think it best that you do. Yet I think we haven't heard the prophecy in full. Only the part that applied to Voldermort. I need to look into it. What I want you to do Hermione, is this, the Head Dormitory is the safest in the castle, so I'm asking you to stay there when you are not in your classes. You are not required to fulfill any of your Head Girl duties until you want to. I'm not accepting your resignation, just giving you leave. I do not doubt that you'll go straight to the library to try and find out any information you can on this prophecy, but I assure you, you won't find any. You could try to research the Magia line, but you'll find very little. Ilyanna knows more about that family than many people inn our world, seeing as she goes to The Magia School of Sorcery. Founded by the Magia family line. I do ask you to leave though, I have very pressing matters that I need to accomplish. Ilyanna, I give you leave to accompany Hermione to her dorm room and answer any questions you can." Ilyanna thanked him and helped Hermione up out of her chair. The two made their way out of his office.
Hermione was silent for awhile, in thought. She thought about her life and her family. The beatings, the fights, all of it. She thought about Her friends and life here at Hogwarts, a small look of triumph fell onto her face, 'Well, Malfoy doesn't have any thing on me anymore, seeing how I'm of a purer blood than he his.' Draco. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of him, an ache in her heart. She knew he was a bastard and he would never change, yet that didn't stop her from wanting him. Not in a sexual way anymore, that was more of a side bonus. She didn't know what it was, but she needed his respect, his care, his love. Ilyanna noticed small tears rolling down her face, their was no denying it, she was her fathers daughter, she took Hermione by the hand and gently squeezed it,
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, a friendly smile on her face as Hermione looked at her,
"Just thinking.about something that happened this morning."
"Care to tell me about it? It seems pretty serious if you're crying over it." Hermione glanced down the corridors, no one, then she turned back to Ilyanna.
"Draco used me." Ilyanna's eyes widened slightly, not necessarily in shock, but more in the blunt fact.
"He did what?!"
"Shhh. I knew it was going to happen, he's always hated me. But I never thought it would be so soon. He made a bet with his friend Blaise, you know, Zambini, to sleep with me. Well, it started when we started to be civil to one another, and when I kinda hit on him in Flourish and Blotts, but that's a different story. Our first night here, we flirted a bit in the bathroom, we have a pool, so when he asked about my bruises, I pushed him in. The he pulled me in then he bet me that I couldn't let down my guard and have some fun, so that's how I ended up at the club last night. Yesterday morning, he was actually friendly to me and I was feeling really bad, so when he asked about the bruises again, I told him that my father beat me and blamed me for my mother leaving him. I cried, he held me, one moment of bliss. So I thought we could really be friends, so later last night, I was drunk and didn't have a hold on my hormones and one thing led to another. And he won the bet." Hermione blushed a little at this. Ilyanna eyes hardened in anger,
"So he took advantage of you? That rotten bastard. No wonder you wanted to resign from you position, who wouldn't after a thing like that." Hermione looked slightly forlorn, "C'mon, let's get you back to your room, then I'll go and teach him a lesson he won't forget." Ilyanna took her hand and they reached the head dorm room. Draco looked up from the loveseat, his cheek still a bit pink from where she had hit him, the girls exchanged a little look that said everything. His heart ached a bit when he saw the hurt and betrayal in Hermione's eyes, something he wasn't used to, he watched her vanish quickly into her room, leaving him alone with a rather pissed off looking Ilyanna.
"What do I owe the pleasure-"
"Cut the crap, Malfoy. I know what you did to her. She trusted you Draco, she confided in you with her most dark secret, about being abused by her father physically. Then you go and beat her emotionally. How can you be so cold hearted? You don't know what's it like to be in her position, growing up one way, then thrown into our world, just to be chided because of something she can't control. Her blood. Then to lead her on, use her in your sick fantasies, then throw her aside. What kind of animal are you?" Ilyanna had her wand pointed at him then entire time, daring him to cross her, he opened his mouth to reply and she threw him against the wall with her wand,
"You have no right to say anything. Not to me, not to her. Especially not to her. If I hear you've hurt her again, you won't live to see another day. Got me, Malfoy?" She turned before he could answer and went into Hermione's room.
Draco sat there, a weird pain was in his chest, not from the throw, but something else. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, a pain seared in his chest again, he looked down and saw it, it was a circle with a dot in the center underneath a cresant moon.
Rating: PG-13
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"You've met?" Dumbledore asked, a very seldom look of confusion on his wise old face.
"Last night. It's a long story, and time is pressing. Please let me explain things to her." Ilyanna implored, not wanting to discuss last night's events anymore than Hermione. Dumbledore nodded and smiled his half smile, closing his eyes and leaning back in his armchair.
"Hermione, listen to me and listen carefully. Late last night, after you left with" Dumbledore's eyes opened slightly, "Well, after you left, I had a premonition. I'm gifted with the gift of inner sight and all that jazz," She added, seeing the look of small confusion on Hermione's face. "Anyway, it was more like a what would happen vision than a premonition, but that's beside the point. In my vision I saw the war to come, the last one, well for our age at least. It was terrible, explosions everywhere, screaming families running from their ruined neighborhoods as Voldermort's Death Eaters swarmed around them. The I saw Hogwarts, a field of death, the Death Eaters were killing anyone who got in their way. Then it flashed to him torturing you with, an evil smirk on his face, muttering, 'When all have failed, the first to stand shall be the last to fall. The Dark Lord shall stand in pure victory, if the heir of the Magia shall cease to be.' He stopped for a minute as you feel to your knees, then he spoke, 'You never knew, did you? You always thought you were a filthy little mudblood, but in reality, your blood is purer than that of the purest pureblood wizard. Magic is your blood. It's a pity, really to see such power go to waste, but all's fair in love and war. Goodbye Aradia Magia, last heir to the Magia.' A green let of light shot from his wand and you died. I thought the vision was over, a prediction of the doom to come, yet I was wrong, a minute of black night passed and it started over. The war, the screams, Hogwarts. Then He approached you, you were trying to heal a man who had fallen in battle, he was covered in blood, and you were crying. A light surrounded his body and he vanished as you stood to face Voldermort, he raised his wand to strike, muttering the prophecy once again, 'When all have failed, the first to stand shall be the last to fall. The Dark Lord shall stand in pure victory, if the heir of the Magia shall cease to be.' A bright white light illuminated the area coming from you body for a moment. You were now clad in all white, wielding a silver sword, with a crown of silver and gold upon you head. Voldermort's face flooded with fear as you said an ancient curse, or something and thrust the sword into his flesh. A huge explosion, then a sunray shone through the dark sky, shining down upon you as you collapsed. The sun broke through the clouds, and those who were wounded were healed. A lone figure walked up to your lifeless body and gently placed you in their lap, a single tear glistening on their pale cheek. And then it vanished."
Hermione sat in silence, digesting the mass of information just given to her. The name Magia was new to her, yet somehow familiar. The Prophecy stated that the first to stand shall be the last to fall. It must be referring to the Magia family line. They must've been the first persons to experience magic and use it. They would be about a millenia old, if that's what it meant. But did this mean that she was the key to destroying Voldermort once and for all? That really confused her. What about Harry? He's the boy who lived? Dumbledore broke the silence,
"We don't know quite what it means either. The only clue is the prophecy. And luckily, the vision revealed the heir of the Magia line. Long thought to have died out. Hermione, do you understand what this means?" She looked at him and nodded slowly,
"I'm a not a muggleborn, I'm a pureblood. And I apparently have some sort of magic in my very blood, it is my blood, according to Voldermort. My name's not Granger, it's Magia, and my first name isn't Hermione..It's Aradia." Her voice to an whisper, Aradia Magia. It was too regal for her, that name is for someone who has the power to do whatever she wants. Hermione Granger fit her perfectly, yet didn't she, before everything happened, didn't she have the power to do whatever she wanted?
"Yes. But I think you can keep Hermione for the time being, in fact, I think it best that you do. Yet I think we haven't heard the prophecy in full. Only the part that applied to Voldermort. I need to look into it. What I want you to do Hermione, is this, the Head Dormitory is the safest in the castle, so I'm asking you to stay there when you are not in your classes. You are not required to fulfill any of your Head Girl duties until you want to. I'm not accepting your resignation, just giving you leave. I do not doubt that you'll go straight to the library to try and find out any information you can on this prophecy, but I assure you, you won't find any. You could try to research the Magia line, but you'll find very little. Ilyanna knows more about that family than many people inn our world, seeing as she goes to The Magia School of Sorcery. Founded by the Magia family line. I do ask you to leave though, I have very pressing matters that I need to accomplish. Ilyanna, I give you leave to accompany Hermione to her dorm room and answer any questions you can." Ilyanna thanked him and helped Hermione up out of her chair. The two made their way out of his office.
Hermione was silent for awhile, in thought. She thought about her life and her family. The beatings, the fights, all of it. She thought about Her friends and life here at Hogwarts, a small look of triumph fell onto her face, 'Well, Malfoy doesn't have any thing on me anymore, seeing how I'm of a purer blood than he his.' Draco. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of him, an ache in her heart. She knew he was a bastard and he would never change, yet that didn't stop her from wanting him. Not in a sexual way anymore, that was more of a side bonus. She didn't know what it was, but she needed his respect, his care, his love. Ilyanna noticed small tears rolling down her face, their was no denying it, she was her fathers daughter, she took Hermione by the hand and gently squeezed it,
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, a friendly smile on her face as Hermione looked at her,
"Just thinking.about something that happened this morning."
"Care to tell me about it? It seems pretty serious if you're crying over it." Hermione glanced down the corridors, no one, then she turned back to Ilyanna.
"Draco used me." Ilyanna's eyes widened slightly, not necessarily in shock, but more in the blunt fact.
"He did what?!"
"Shhh. I knew it was going to happen, he's always hated me. But I never thought it would be so soon. He made a bet with his friend Blaise, you know, Zambini, to sleep with me. Well, it started when we started to be civil to one another, and when I kinda hit on him in Flourish and Blotts, but that's a different story. Our first night here, we flirted a bit in the bathroom, we have a pool, so when he asked about my bruises, I pushed him in. The he pulled me in then he bet me that I couldn't let down my guard and have some fun, so that's how I ended up at the club last night. Yesterday morning, he was actually friendly to me and I was feeling really bad, so when he asked about the bruises again, I told him that my father beat me and blamed me for my mother leaving him. I cried, he held me, one moment of bliss. So I thought we could really be friends, so later last night, I was drunk and didn't have a hold on my hormones and one thing led to another. And he won the bet." Hermione blushed a little at this. Ilyanna eyes hardened in anger,
"So he took advantage of you? That rotten bastard. No wonder you wanted to resign from you position, who wouldn't after a thing like that." Hermione looked slightly forlorn, "C'mon, let's get you back to your room, then I'll go and teach him a lesson he won't forget." Ilyanna took her hand and they reached the head dorm room. Draco looked up from the loveseat, his cheek still a bit pink from where she had hit him, the girls exchanged a little look that said everything. His heart ached a bit when he saw the hurt and betrayal in Hermione's eyes, something he wasn't used to, he watched her vanish quickly into her room, leaving him alone with a rather pissed off looking Ilyanna.
"What do I owe the pleasure-"
"Cut the crap, Malfoy. I know what you did to her. She trusted you Draco, she confided in you with her most dark secret, about being abused by her father physically. Then you go and beat her emotionally. How can you be so cold hearted? You don't know what's it like to be in her position, growing up one way, then thrown into our world, just to be chided because of something she can't control. Her blood. Then to lead her on, use her in your sick fantasies, then throw her aside. What kind of animal are you?" Ilyanna had her wand pointed at him then entire time, daring him to cross her, he opened his mouth to reply and she threw him against the wall with her wand,
"You have no right to say anything. Not to me, not to her. Especially not to her. If I hear you've hurt her again, you won't live to see another day. Got me, Malfoy?" She turned before he could answer and went into Hermione's room.
Draco sat there, a weird pain was in his chest, not from the throw, but something else. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, a pain seared in his chest again, he looked down and saw it, it was a circle with a dot in the center underneath a cresant moon.