Sorry I haven't updated in a bit... I've been pretty busy... don't throw things at me!
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"Why not, Severus? She deserves to know." Professor Albus Dumbledore questioned. "She does, but not in front of Draco Malfoy. We aren't even sure where his loyalties lie as of yet!" Severus Snape replied.
"Fine, we shall wait until the week is through to tell her." Dumbledore said.
"Well, are you positive that she's the one?" Minerva McGonagall asked.
"Yes, He had been hinting about it, and mentioning her without disgust. He also gave us orders that we are to leave the subject of Hermione Granger alone, that he is the only one that will be dealing with her." Snape snapped at her.
"I still don't like the whole idea of it. Hermione is too loyal to Harry to go to the other side."
"Minerva, a prophesy is a prophesy, and we have no say in it." Dumbledore told her gently.
By the time Hermione had finished walking up to Gryffindor Tower, it was starting to get late. She joined Harry and Ron in their usual chairs and waited for the remaining people, mostly 5th through 7th years, to head off to bed. The trio talked as normally as possible, about the summer mostly, or joking around like 'the good old days."
The last two remaining decided to stop gossiping, and nodded goodnight to the Trio.
"So, Harry, what happened with the scar?" Ron asked.
"Well, it was strange. Wormtail was getting yelled at for getting some prophesy wrong, and Voldemort said something about it could have prevented his downfall if it weren't for him. Wormtail said something about Voldemort's queen being at Hogwarts." Harry stopped here, giving the information time to sink in properly.
Ron looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find something to say. Hermione, on the other hand was deep in thought.
"So, who do you guys think it is?" Harry asked.
"Probably some Slytherin." Ron accused.
"Well," Hermione cut in thoughtfully. "Maybe they don't even know that Voldemort is looking for them. I mean, if she knew, she'd probably be gloating and being praised by Draco and his gang."
"That's true." Harry agreed. "We should try to figure it out so we can keep an eye out."
"Will do, Harry. I'm off to bed now, it's getting late." She yawned. "Goodnight, Ron, Harry."