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Il Profetizza di Amore Vietato
Prophesy of Forbidden Love
Chapter Seven
The Prophesy of a Muggleborn and Pureblood
Professor Snape twirled around and glared at Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.
"Hurry up!"
Hermione and Draco immediately quickened their pace. They were in deep shit this time.
"It's all your fault Malfoy" Hermione muttered.
"You didn't have to make a big deal out of everything, ya know." Draco's annoyed tone pissed Hermione off even more, if possible.
Snape abruptly stopped and said, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."
Dumbledore opened the door. He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Yes, Severus?"
Snape with little beads of perspiration on his forehead gasped out, "It could be –Breath- time to let them –Gasp- know."
With that, he sat down hacking away.
"Wow, Snape's in really bad shape," came simultaneous thoughts from Draco and Hermione.
The Headmaster's eyes momentarily lost their gleam.
"Of course, maybe it is." Dumbledore ushered the confused couple to a couch to sit.
Then Albus Dumbledore turned to Snape who was now sipping a glass of water.
"Maybe we should wait until Minerva is done with her class?"
Snape shook his head. "Just have a house elf fetch her or something. I left my class."
Hermione let out a miffed "Hmph" when she heard her Potions professor's comment on house elves. She was tempted to tell him that house elves didn't have to be slaves, that he could get his batty arse up and get her himself.
Dumbledore glanced at her, amusingly raising an eyebrow.
"Well, Severus why don't you go back to your class and I'll start explaining. It could take awhile."
Finally Draco couldn't take it more anymore. He leapt up and said, "Explain what!? What is the big deal?! All me and Granger did was argue and not do our work! Why is everyone just acting so…- so bloody weird?!"
Hermione quietly corrected, "Granger and I"
Draco slapped his forehead and crumpled down back onto the sofa. This was hopeless.
Snape slipped out.
Professor Dumbledore sat down at his desk. He peered at the glaring couple, wondering if they could indeed, pull it off.
He took a deep breath. Then he started.
"Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy." They both looked up at him immediately.
"Do you remember a certain essay that you, Miss Granger composed? If I do remember the name of it. Ah yes, Il Profetizza di Amore Vietato. Also known as the Prophesy of Forbidden Love."
Hermione flushed a bit. She didn't know why, maybe it was just embarrassing to know that the Headmaster knew of her late assignments.
Dumbledore continued. "Do you know by any chance that-"
He paused and stood up from his desk. He wandered to the bookcase. The Headmaster stood there for a minute, his eye look at the titles, searching for the right book. Finally he plucked it from its hiding place behind a tied up copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them.
Albus gently blew off the dust on the cover. He proceeded to seat himself again at his desk. After a couple pages of being turned, he stopped at a dog-eared page. He gazed at it fondly, knowing that this situation could quite possibly not work out just like it didn't a decade ago.
Draco cleared his throat quietly, snapping the Professor out of his reverie.
"Ah yes. Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger please listen carefully."
Nearly a century ago, a Pureblood with the heritage of evil fell in love with a Muggle. His family, of course found out. The Pureblood lover was taken far away to live with a powerful dark sorcerer. The Muggle girl months later gave birth to his children. Twins; a boy and a girl. The male baby was stillborn. Hours after birth, the Muggle mother sat sobbing under the tree where she had received her first kiss from her lover; rocking the deceased babe with his sister sleeping next to her. It started to rain gently. Lightning flashed and there in front of her stood her lover. But he was different. With a gleam in his eye that no one would mistake for grief mixed with determination. Evil determination. The Muggle girl started crying out joyously. He came back. But he raised his wand an uttered one word: Avada. Before he got to Kedavra, his daughter started bawling loudly. As loud as thunder. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his ears. Then two shadows fell out of the bushes surrounding the tree. It was the sorcerer and her lover's father. She immediately hushed her baby. Soon the Pureblood perpetrator stood up and vanished, his father and his captor following.
The innocent Muggle girl later died from grief and heartbreak. And her daughter, the union of Wizard and Muggle, was the first Muggle born Witch.
And there is born the prophesy.
Every decade on the same night of that betrayal, a bridge is erected in heaven so the Muggleborn girl and her lover can meet. Doves bring them roses, the first gift that he had ever given her.
But betrayal still stopped the couple's love from flowering. Eventually, even in Heaven, the couple was not happy.
But when the Muggleborn died, she saved the world from evil. The sorcerer's evil.
Every decade, a couple are like reincarnations of the Pureblood and Muggleborn. Living life to save everybody else's.".
Dumbledore sighed and let down the thick book in his hands.
Hermione asked meekly, "Sir, what exactly does this have to do with Draco and I?"
Draco nodded curiously.
Dumbledore said just loud enough.
"You are the Pureblood and Muggleborn of this decade's prophesy."
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