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Chapter 4: What the Stars Say
[Anyway, Anyway you do it wrong
I'm giving you my love, no it's never for sale]
Harry pushed his way past Draco and rushed into the corridor, banging the doors behind him. He was storming past Snape when the Potion teacher's arm shot out. Harry stopping walking, barred by Snape's black cloaked arm.
"I think that you need to calm down, Mr. Potter," Snape said in his dangerously soft voice. "Less you do something horrible in your anger, and lose house points or receive a detention."
"What's it to you," Harry retorted to his least favorite professor. "Not like you care one way or the other."
"Mr. Potter, you might find that others care, you are the Golden Boy of the times, and whatever shall the masses do if they are ever without you?"
"Bugger off."
Harry pushed his way past Snape, not caring if he lost his house 100 points. Voldemort was always making a mess of things, even if he did so unintentionally. Heading outside into the crisp but clear morning, he turned himself towards Hagrid's hut. He had become so obsessed in finding out and studying his reoccurring dreams that Hagrid had been unavoidably pushed out of his life more then Ron and Hermione had. He needed a way to forget what was happening, and Hagrid's had the ability to do so. The fresh air was clearing his mind, and he hoped that a spot of tea and a long chat with Hagrid and Fang would help to partially fill the void that was forming inside of him.
He knocked on the door, and receiving no answer, he knocked again. He called Hagrid's name, and a muffled reply came from the back. He hastened down the steps and ran behind the hut, not reading for the sight that greeted him. Hagrid sat on a bench at the edge of the forest, with two centaurs standing opposite of him. One he recognized as Firenze, who helped him during his first year. The other he didn't know but was shocked to see that it was female.
"Ah, 'arry, long time no see," Hagrid greeted him cheerfully.
"Hello Hagrid, Firenze," he nodded to both of them, "nice to see you."
"Greetings, Harry Potter," the fair-haired centaur answered, "the stars have told us your times at Hogwarts have been happy, though troubled."
"And the stars are never wrong, are they?"
"Only if you go against fate, young Harry Potter."
"'Arry, I don't think that you've met Kyla," Hagrid jumped in, introducing the female centaur.
She was smaller then Firenze, with a dapple-gray body, long brown hair, and the fiery, star-reflecting eyes that all centaurs possess.
"Nice to meet you," Harry cordially greeted her as he sat down on the bench next to Hagrid.
"The pleasure is mine," she replied in a low, but definitely female voice.
"Cuppa, Harry?" Hagrid asked, motioning to the teapot that was sitting on the other side of him on the bench, next to a few cups.
"Sure Hagrid," Harry answered, taking a cup of steaming tea from Hagrid. He leaned back and listened to the lull of the conversation.
"Creatures of a more dark nature are starting to over run our forest," Firenze was saying. "Creatures that the heavens warned us about."
"You must tell Dumbledore," Kyla added. "We came here today against the will of the others, but something must be done."
"Dumbledore left this morning for an evaluation with the ministry, but I'll tell him when he gets back," Hagrid told them, munching on a carrot. "But I don't see what good it 'ill do, already has too much on his mind, he has."
"His time is fading, Saturn has entered his 13th house, whether he lives or not is undecided," Firenze said flatly. "If he does not heed out warnings, it might come sooner then he expected."
"Dumbledore can't die," Harry stupidly protested, "not with Voldemort around. He can't and he won't die."
"These are dark days Harry Potter," Firenze said, while Kyla squinted at the sky. "Dark are the dealings and dark are the things to come." He glanced at his female counterpart, whose gaze kept switching between Harry and the sky. "What do you see Kyla?"
"Venus and Saturn have both entered his 3rd house," she answered slowly. "He is involved in a love or passion that is dangerous, and deadly."
Firenze gazed up to the sky, Harry wondered if they could see the stars during the day. Magical creatures did have some of the most unusual powers.
"Neptune is in the adjacent house," Firenze added in, muttering a bit. "This love is dangerous, an illusion. Neptune can also mean dreams."
'Oh, like I needed a psychic to tell me that,' Harry inwardly thought. 'Maybe I should pay attention during divination.' Aloud he said, "And what do the stars tell me about the one I love?"
"That he is fair in looks, hurts inside, and comes from a dangerous place," Kyla frowned. "You have let him go to a far more dangerous place." It hurt, although Kyla said it bluntly, and not accusingly.
"We have said enough," Firenze said, giving a sharp glance to Kyla, who immediately stopped stargazing and headed back into the Forbidden Forest. "Goodbye Hagrid." He paused as he turned to leave. "Goodbye, young Harry Potter."
Hagrid and Harry stood, watching the two centaur's fade into the darkness of the forest. Hagrid patted Harry on the back as they started towards the hut, emptying the teapot out on his way.
"Sometimes it's best to ignore what they 'ave to say 'Arry," Hagrid said in an attempt to cheer Harry up. "Unless you have a love. You been keeping any secrets from me 'Arry?"
Harry looked up at Hagrid, his oldest and first friend, "Hagrid, we have to talk.
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"Ah, I see now," Hagrid said, pouring himself another cup of tea. "Harry, I think you're in love."
"In love? Now that's an idea if I ever heard one. I barely even know this person and what I do know if them is enough to make me hate them forever."
"Well lad, if you tell me who it is, then I might be able to help."
Harry had told Hagrid everything he hadn't been able to tell Ron and Hermione. The dreams, the voices, the astronomy tower, and everything else except for who the person was. Draco and himself agreed to not stand anywhere for the present time, so he wasn't going to tell anyone just yet. Or ever, now that he thought about what the consequences would be.
"I can't tell you Hagrid. I would if I could, but I can't. I'm sorry."
"Ah, it's fine 'Arry." He paused as he refilled Harry's glass. "Well, whoever it is, is a lucky lass, or lad I should say."
Harry promptly choked on his tea and started coughing. Hagrid laughed heartily and pounded Harry's back.
"How did you know?" Harry coughed, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Centaur's never miss read, Kyla said 'he', not 'she' so I assumed." Hagrid smiled.
"And you're okay with it?"
"Of course I am! The wizarding world doesn't give 2 Knuts about who or what you date, except I think there might be some laws about marrying vampires and goblins or something like that."
"Really?"
"'Course they are Harry! Look at me, I'm half giant, half wizard. The muggle world is only against what they don't understand and know about. Love is love 'Arry, no matter what." He paused. "I hope he's a good lad, nothing obnoxious like Creevey and nothing spoilt and rotten like Malfoy."
Harry winced, that was the second time that he had been told by his friends that Malfoy was basically a no good waste of space. But Harry had to admit, he wasn't sure that he would change or that anything would work out. There were a lot of questions between them as to why and how (a.k.a. the author has a lack of plot) and neither knew the true answers. Except for the Draco in his dreams, Harry didn't really know and understand the Draco he knew in real life. He didn't even know if he liked him or could ever grow to like him.
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Harry stormed out of the hospital wing, the doors emitting a loud thud, as they slammed shut. Draco stood unwavering in the position in which Harry had thrust the package into his hands. He slowly looked down into his hands and saw a green gift-wrapped box with a silver bow on the top, his house colors. He picked at the side of it, slowly unwrapping it to unveil a box with the initials JW stamped on it (A/N: Yea ^_^, Jabberwocky Jewelry). He opened the top and drew a quick intake of air.
He pulled out the bracelet, and rotated it around in his fingers. The two snakes twined around each other were the perfect metaphor for their situation. He was trying to figure out how to get it around his wrist, when they untwined and fastened themselves around his thing wrist.
The Golden One turned its head and winked at him, hissing something in snake language before fastening down on the silver one.
"Are you ready to go Draco," Snape asked his favorite student softly.
"Yes, I am."
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TBC...
Sorry that it was so short, but I've been drawing a blank for a while... R/R please