Chapter 11- The Blood of Cassandra
The end of May approached and all of the fifth years were beginning to feel it. Even Hermione was nervous and she knew everything that would be on the test. She found herself spending less time with Fred and George, and more time by herself in the library studying. She still hadn't given the prophecy and she was beginning to think maybe Malfoy had been wrong and they'd somehow missed it. The night before the O.W.L exams were to start, she was in the library brushing up on a few last minute notes. She looked at the clock and realized she'd studied through curfew. She didn't want to get into trouble, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep even if she tried and decided to use the time wisely. She rubbed her aching hand and sat her quill down to go through the three foot parchment of notes she'd just written. She hadn't hear anyone else come into the library and jumped with a start when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly wheeled around to see Draco standing there, Harry's invisibility cloak in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, catching her breath and trying to slow down her heart.
"Same reason as you, I presume. Studying for the exams tomorrow?" he raised an eyebrow at her and sat down in a chair across from her. She nodded and went back to looking over her notes.
"It's taken me months, but I've finally gotten you alone." he said with a slight aire of accomplishment.
"Do want a special medal or something, Malfoy?" she remarked, irritably. Hadn't he taken the hint that she didn't want to speak with him? She'd been avoiding him on purpose and thought she'd made that clear.
"Cute. Listen I wanted to let you know, I forgive you."
"Forgive me? For what?" she sat the parchment down and stared at him. He studied her as if to make sure she was being serious.
"For the way you dumped me." he replied, a bit harshly. She sighed and began putting her things in her bag. She wasn't going to stay there and listen to this.
"We have to talk about it sometime, better to get it over with now then when school starts!" he yelled after her.
Hermione stopped half way to the door and turned back around. He was right. There was still one more year of school to go through even after they returned to the present. They were Head Girl and Boy and would have to put up with each other for the school's sake. She couldn't avoid it forever. Now was probably the best time for them to talk, as they wouldn't have much of a chance to once school had started. She sat back down across from him and rested her hands on the table. He looked at her with what she took to be the longing desire he had for her. She'd seen the look in his eyes many times before. Everytime they got into a fight his eyes burned with this look. She sighed waiting to hear him out, but he didn't speak.
"I'm sorry for the way we broke up, Draco. When I'd gone in to see you that night I wasn't planning on sleeping with you, I was planning on breaking it off. I..." she trailed off. It was time to talk to him about what had happened when she was held captive in Manchester. He went to speak but she raised her hand and closed her eyes.
"Your father forced himself upon me, Draco. He also had McNair delete the pregnancy. We hadn't even been back from Manchester a month before that night. After we... you know... I just couldn't see myself with you. I was so disgusted by what your father had done... and you look so much like him, Draco. I couldn't deal with it. I still can't. It wasn't my place to tell you that you didn't understand love, but it was the only way I could convince myself that it was for the best. I mean what I said though, you're just beginning to understand about how your family was wrong with their beliefs and morality. I think your time here as shown that as well. You weren't sorted into Slytherin, that means you have hope for something better. You need to focus on that self discovery. I can't help you with that, I have my own things I need to deal with, Draco." she opened her eyes, afraid to look at him. He just sat there for a moment, quietly. His eyes met hers.
"All right, Hermione. Thank you for the... explanation. Like I said, I forgive you. I had no idea that was what had happened to you, although it would've been nice to know that before hand so it could've been dealt with properly instead of us fighting all the time... listen, I'm trying to be as mature as I can about this. I still love you, okay. I'm not my father, I don't know how many times I have to say that before you lot start believing me. And why on earth would you think that you'd keep me back from self discovery? You're part of the reason I even helped your friends to begin with. You started this, then you just up and left."
"I didn't start it, Draco. It was a mutual thing."
"Whatever, okay so it was mutual. That's not the point. I'm different because of you. No, I still don't like your friends, but I love you. I've been trying to do the right thing."
"To impress me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger. It wasn't to impress you. It was initially to get back at my father for all the lies he told me while growing up. After things started to happen between us though, part of my reason was to be close to you, to spend time with you. If you'd just give us another chance..." he put his hands on hers.
"You just don't get it do you? Is it because you only care about yourself or is it because your male? Your father held me captive and would've killed me if he'd had the time. I know you're not like him, but physically you're almost a spitting image. Try and put yourself in someone elses shoes for a change. You need to accept that we're not going to get back together." she stood up again and left the library.
Her face was hot and her eyes stung, but she refused to cry in the middle of the hallway. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to take him back right there on the spot, but something inside her refused her comfort. She wouldn't be able to be with him in the long run and she'd made the right decision for the both of them. She headed towards the Slytherin Common Room and walked quickly past Fred and George who were up looming over parchments again. She went up to her dormitory, but found that Olive was still up with her friends. They looked at her then started whispering and giggling. Hermione huffed and flew back up the steps. She ran out of the Common Room and headed towards the nearest bathroom.
"Hey Her- Theresa! Come back here!" Fred called out, but she didn't stop.
She threw herself into one of the stalls and slammed the door closed. This bathroom had become one of her favorite places to go when she just needed to be alone. It's where she'd first retreated her first year after Ron has made fun of her before rescuing her from the cave troll. It's where she'd gone ever since then to cry. It was her small sanctuary away from everyone. She sat on the toilet and kicked the stall door with her foot before bursting into tears. She'd been in the past for nearly five months and she still had a whole year to go through. She wanted to be out of Hogwarts. She wanted to get away from everyone and given a chance to heal. She wasn't ready to face the fact that Harry had to face Voldemort that year, the person she'd grown a deeper seed of hatred for. She wanted it to be over. She hated not having Ron there with her. He was the one she'd been able to talk to whenever she couldn't talk to Harry. She needed her friends more than anything right now, she couldn't deal with this whole situation with Malfoy and Harry alone. She heard a knock on the bathroom stall, and stopped crying.
"Go away, this stall is occupied." she commented.
"Hermione, it's Fred. Come out."
"Just go away okay? I don't care what you have planned against Blackthorne, I'm sure the other students will love you for it and I'm just not in the mood right now." she remarked. She was trying to sound like she was okay, but it wasn't working. Tears streamed down her face and a small sob escaped her throat.
"Come on, you really think I'd follow you into the girls lavatory just to tell you that we're going to put frog spawn in our Healing drought so that it explodes on her when she uncorks it?" he replied, obviously trying to amuse her.
"I wouldn't put it past you."
"No, I came to make sure you were all right. You seemed a mess when you left. Now what good is it going to do to be alone? You're not going to make yourself feel any better and your certainly not going to be cracking any jokes to lift your spirit. I'd come in there with you, but it might be a bit cramped. I will though, if you force me to." she smiled weakily at his words and unlocked the stall door.
"Now that's better. What's wrong?"
"I..." she paused and looked at Fred. Here she was finding herself in his company again in her weakest moment.
"You worried about tomorrow?" he asked.
She hadn't even thought of that. If she hadn't missed the Prophecy yet, then she'd hear it in the next two weeks. This was the reason they were there. They could go home. She was also supposed to die in three days, but she let that slip from her mind.
"No, it's just Malfoy."
"What's the git done now?"
"He wants to get back together... but I just can't... it's too much to deal with. I can't do this anymore Fred. I've been dealing with this since first year, with Harry and Ron. It seems futile." she told him.
He looked a bit confused. She didn't blame him. She wasn't making sense to herself either. There were just too many thoughts running through her head and she couldn't fit them together to make sense of anything. He held out his hand to help her up. She took it and put her arms around him. She needed to be held. Held by anyone. She needed someone there for her. Someone who wasn't Malfoy and who wasn't concerned about Harry above all other matters. He embraced her and held her close. He moved his hand up to her face and brushed away her tears. Hermione let out a sigh and released her grip on him. He brought his lips close to hers. She inched forward till they touched. His lips were soft but they sent a shock through her. She pushed her lips harder on his, tasting him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her again and she grabbed onto him roughly. Her back hit the wall of the stall as their movement pushed them into the small cramped space. Hermione closed the stall door and locked it while he kissed down her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, bracing her feet up against the other wall. She felt his hand pulling at her knickers while he kissed her passionatly. Reason reached her brain quickly. She wasn't going to do this again. She slid down him and kissed him.
"Not tonight." she said softly. He kissed her cheek and nodded. She kissed him again. She flattened out her skirt and opened the stall door.
She walked back to the Common Room, with Fred not far behind her. The thoughts which had brought tears were no longer there, instead her mind and heart were racing with thoughts of what had just happened. Why did they keep ending up in comprimising positions. Not counting the night they'd arrived to due intoxication, she'd ended up in his arms twice causing the same reaction from inside her. She felt safe with him. By the time she reached her dormitory, the others were already in bed. She crawled under the covers and fell asleep worried about what the next day would bring.
Hermione didn't eat anything the next morning. She didn't even go into the Great Hall. She was trying to avoid Fred. She waited until it was time to line up for the O.W.Ls before coming up from her room. She walked into the corridor that was filled with the chatter of nervous fifth years. She sped through her Theory of Charms exam, but made sure she got all the information correct and hadn't added things that hadn't been discovered yet. She rushed out of the Great Hall and walked through the corridors until it was time for her Practical Exam, hoping above all hopes to be in the right place at the right time to hear the prophecy. She just wanted to go home. She accidentally caught Damien making out with a sixth year Slytherin, and blushed furiously as she passed by him, heading back to the Great Hall for their next exam. She sat and waited in the alphabetical line, waiting for her name to be called. She knew she'd be soon, as Draco had just left the Hall. He glanced at her, but she looked away. She went in and took the exam when it was her turn and walked out to see Fred and George waiting for her.
"Why aren't you two in class?" she asked, wearily.
"We didn't see the point in it today." George smiled.
"We dont see the point in it at all, to be honest." Fred added, not making eye contact with her.
She blushed and deverted her eyes over to Tom who was huddled with Damien looking over what looked like the Daily Prophet. It was at that moment she began to feel a bit dizzy. She related it to the fact that she hadn't eaten all day. She looked up at the clock, dinner would be in a couple hours, she could wait until then. No she couldn't. She tried paying attention to what the twins were saying, but she couldn't hear them. Her face felt hot and she stumbled. She was going to faint. Hermione felt her eyes close and suddenly she couldn't move. She felt as if someone had put a binding charm on her. She tried to move her feet but they felt like lead. Her head was swimming and things started spinning faster. When she opened her eyes, she found herself not in the corridor outside the Great Hall but in a different sort of castle. The twins and students were no longer there, but dozens of rows of Death Eaters. Some sort of ceremony was going on, and she felt herself pulled forward to the front of the crowd. On a dark stone slab lay Harry. He was dead and covered in blood, above him stood Draco Malfoy holding the blade that had killed her best friend. She saw the dark figure of Voldemort standing behind them, smiling wickedly.
"My dear friend Damien, if only you could see your grandson." Voldemort hissed with excitement.
Hermione felt herself scream, everything was starting to rush back to her. She felt sick and couldn't walk. Her feet became mobile again and she fell over.
"Theresa!" Olive called out.
"She's having a vision!" Fred yelled as he caught her in his arms.
"Someone get a quill and write down what she says!" George demanded with panic in his voice.
"What's with her? I've never hear of a seer going into fits." another student commented as they began to crowd around her. She was feeling claustrophobic. She couldn't breathe. She saw Damien and Tom making their way over to her.
"She's a decendent of the Great Cassandra." she heard Draco inform from behind her.
She didn't care about him though. She had the urge to tell Damien something but she didn't know what she wanted to tell him. Her thoughts weren't her own. She bit into Fred's arm to break loose and grabbed Damien.
"The one you need will be in his blood. Born in thirty eight years time, by his blood. To achieve that which you desire, will be the strength within his heir." she said in a voice which wasn't her own. The room began to spin again and she felt light headed. She collapsed into Draco's arms and looked up at him. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but nothing came out as she felt herself slip into darkness.
When Hermione awoke she was in the infirmary. It was night. A younger Madame Pomfrey was by her bedside filling up a glass with an unusual liquid. She handed Hermione a piece of chocolate and ordered her to drink the potion. She did as she was instructed, and not long after began feeling tired. She closed her eyes and lay in bed waiting for sleep to take her over. She heard voices in the hallway. She recognized one of them to be that of Tom Riddle. She opened her eyed immediately and searched the room for sight of him. She didn't see anyone and watched as Madame Pomfrey began turning off all the lights. She slipped out the doors, leaving Hermione there alone. As soon as she'd left, Tom began to appear. He'd been using an invisibility charm. Hermione pretended to be drifting off to sleep to avoid having to make conversation with him. He moved over next to her and stood above her.
"I know you're from the future. I know your name isn't Theresa. It's Hermione. I don't know why you're here, but I can't let you go back." He hissed in a whisper. She opened her eyes to see that his wand was raised above him.
"Avada-"
She gasped as Tom was knocked down, causing him to be unable to finish the killing curse. Draco pulled the invisibility cloak off himself, Fred, and George keeping his wand at Tom's throat. Fred went over to her and pulled out the Time Turner.
"We have to get you out of here." He whispered as he threw it around their necks.
The potion she'd been given was beginning to really kick in and she fell into his arms. She couldn't stand up so he took her in his arms and worked to turn the Time Turner. The last thing Hermione heard was Draco performing a memory charm before she felt herself being transported, in Fred's arms, forward to the future and the Hogwarts where she belonged. When they reached the present she could hardly keep herself conscious. She felt other arms take a hold of her and Ginny cry out her name. She couldn't control her emotions and began to cry uncontrollably as she was taken back to the hospital wing, where this time she would be safe.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. My floppy disk ate my story and I had to rewrite this chapter. It keeps saying the disk needs to be formatted. Anyway, I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. If you read please review :)
The end of May approached and all of the fifth years were beginning to feel it. Even Hermione was nervous and she knew everything that would be on the test. She found herself spending less time with Fred and George, and more time by herself in the library studying. She still hadn't given the prophecy and she was beginning to think maybe Malfoy had been wrong and they'd somehow missed it. The night before the O.W.L exams were to start, she was in the library brushing up on a few last minute notes. She looked at the clock and realized she'd studied through curfew. She didn't want to get into trouble, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep even if she tried and decided to use the time wisely. She rubbed her aching hand and sat her quill down to go through the three foot parchment of notes she'd just written. She hadn't hear anyone else come into the library and jumped with a start when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly wheeled around to see Draco standing there, Harry's invisibility cloak in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, catching her breath and trying to slow down her heart.
"Same reason as you, I presume. Studying for the exams tomorrow?" he raised an eyebrow at her and sat down in a chair across from her. She nodded and went back to looking over her notes.
"It's taken me months, but I've finally gotten you alone." he said with a slight aire of accomplishment.
"Do want a special medal or something, Malfoy?" she remarked, irritably. Hadn't he taken the hint that she didn't want to speak with him? She'd been avoiding him on purpose and thought she'd made that clear.
"Cute. Listen I wanted to let you know, I forgive you."
"Forgive me? For what?" she sat the parchment down and stared at him. He studied her as if to make sure she was being serious.
"For the way you dumped me." he replied, a bit harshly. She sighed and began putting her things in her bag. She wasn't going to stay there and listen to this.
"We have to talk about it sometime, better to get it over with now then when school starts!" he yelled after her.
Hermione stopped half way to the door and turned back around. He was right. There was still one more year of school to go through even after they returned to the present. They were Head Girl and Boy and would have to put up with each other for the school's sake. She couldn't avoid it forever. Now was probably the best time for them to talk, as they wouldn't have much of a chance to once school had started. She sat back down across from him and rested her hands on the table. He looked at her with what she took to be the longing desire he had for her. She'd seen the look in his eyes many times before. Everytime they got into a fight his eyes burned with this look. She sighed waiting to hear him out, but he didn't speak.
"I'm sorry for the way we broke up, Draco. When I'd gone in to see you that night I wasn't planning on sleeping with you, I was planning on breaking it off. I..." she trailed off. It was time to talk to him about what had happened when she was held captive in Manchester. He went to speak but she raised her hand and closed her eyes.
"Your father forced himself upon me, Draco. He also had McNair delete the pregnancy. We hadn't even been back from Manchester a month before that night. After we... you know... I just couldn't see myself with you. I was so disgusted by what your father had done... and you look so much like him, Draco. I couldn't deal with it. I still can't. It wasn't my place to tell you that you didn't understand love, but it was the only way I could convince myself that it was for the best. I mean what I said though, you're just beginning to understand about how your family was wrong with their beliefs and morality. I think your time here as shown that as well. You weren't sorted into Slytherin, that means you have hope for something better. You need to focus on that self discovery. I can't help you with that, I have my own things I need to deal with, Draco." she opened her eyes, afraid to look at him. He just sat there for a moment, quietly. His eyes met hers.
"All right, Hermione. Thank you for the... explanation. Like I said, I forgive you. I had no idea that was what had happened to you, although it would've been nice to know that before hand so it could've been dealt with properly instead of us fighting all the time... listen, I'm trying to be as mature as I can about this. I still love you, okay. I'm not my father, I don't know how many times I have to say that before you lot start believing me. And why on earth would you think that you'd keep me back from self discovery? You're part of the reason I even helped your friends to begin with. You started this, then you just up and left."
"I didn't start it, Draco. It was a mutual thing."
"Whatever, okay so it was mutual. That's not the point. I'm different because of you. No, I still don't like your friends, but I love you. I've been trying to do the right thing."
"To impress me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger. It wasn't to impress you. It was initially to get back at my father for all the lies he told me while growing up. After things started to happen between us though, part of my reason was to be close to you, to spend time with you. If you'd just give us another chance..." he put his hands on hers.
"You just don't get it do you? Is it because you only care about yourself or is it because your male? Your father held me captive and would've killed me if he'd had the time. I know you're not like him, but physically you're almost a spitting image. Try and put yourself in someone elses shoes for a change. You need to accept that we're not going to get back together." she stood up again and left the library.
Her face was hot and her eyes stung, but she refused to cry in the middle of the hallway. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to take him back right there on the spot, but something inside her refused her comfort. She wouldn't be able to be with him in the long run and she'd made the right decision for the both of them. She headed towards the Slytherin Common Room and walked quickly past Fred and George who were up looming over parchments again. She went up to her dormitory, but found that Olive was still up with her friends. They looked at her then started whispering and giggling. Hermione huffed and flew back up the steps. She ran out of the Common Room and headed towards the nearest bathroom.
"Hey Her- Theresa! Come back here!" Fred called out, but she didn't stop.
She threw herself into one of the stalls and slammed the door closed. This bathroom had become one of her favorite places to go when she just needed to be alone. It's where she'd first retreated her first year after Ron has made fun of her before rescuing her from the cave troll. It's where she'd gone ever since then to cry. It was her small sanctuary away from everyone. She sat on the toilet and kicked the stall door with her foot before bursting into tears. She'd been in the past for nearly five months and she still had a whole year to go through. She wanted to be out of Hogwarts. She wanted to get away from everyone and given a chance to heal. She wasn't ready to face the fact that Harry had to face Voldemort that year, the person she'd grown a deeper seed of hatred for. She wanted it to be over. She hated not having Ron there with her. He was the one she'd been able to talk to whenever she couldn't talk to Harry. She needed her friends more than anything right now, she couldn't deal with this whole situation with Malfoy and Harry alone. She heard a knock on the bathroom stall, and stopped crying.
"Go away, this stall is occupied." she commented.
"Hermione, it's Fred. Come out."
"Just go away okay? I don't care what you have planned against Blackthorne, I'm sure the other students will love you for it and I'm just not in the mood right now." she remarked. She was trying to sound like she was okay, but it wasn't working. Tears streamed down her face and a small sob escaped her throat.
"Come on, you really think I'd follow you into the girls lavatory just to tell you that we're going to put frog spawn in our Healing drought so that it explodes on her when she uncorks it?" he replied, obviously trying to amuse her.
"I wouldn't put it past you."
"No, I came to make sure you were all right. You seemed a mess when you left. Now what good is it going to do to be alone? You're not going to make yourself feel any better and your certainly not going to be cracking any jokes to lift your spirit. I'd come in there with you, but it might be a bit cramped. I will though, if you force me to." she smiled weakily at his words and unlocked the stall door.
"Now that's better. What's wrong?"
"I..." she paused and looked at Fred. Here she was finding herself in his company again in her weakest moment.
"You worried about tomorrow?" he asked.
She hadn't even thought of that. If she hadn't missed the Prophecy yet, then she'd hear it in the next two weeks. This was the reason they were there. They could go home. She was also supposed to die in three days, but she let that slip from her mind.
"No, it's just Malfoy."
"What's the git done now?"
"He wants to get back together... but I just can't... it's too much to deal with. I can't do this anymore Fred. I've been dealing with this since first year, with Harry and Ron. It seems futile." she told him.
He looked a bit confused. She didn't blame him. She wasn't making sense to herself either. There were just too many thoughts running through her head and she couldn't fit them together to make sense of anything. He held out his hand to help her up. She took it and put her arms around him. She needed to be held. Held by anyone. She needed someone there for her. Someone who wasn't Malfoy and who wasn't concerned about Harry above all other matters. He embraced her and held her close. He moved his hand up to her face and brushed away her tears. Hermione let out a sigh and released her grip on him. He brought his lips close to hers. She inched forward till they touched. His lips were soft but they sent a shock through her. She pushed her lips harder on his, tasting him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her again and she grabbed onto him roughly. Her back hit the wall of the stall as their movement pushed them into the small cramped space. Hermione closed the stall door and locked it while he kissed down her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, bracing her feet up against the other wall. She felt his hand pulling at her knickers while he kissed her passionatly. Reason reached her brain quickly. She wasn't going to do this again. She slid down him and kissed him.
"Not tonight." she said softly. He kissed her cheek and nodded. She kissed him again. She flattened out her skirt and opened the stall door.
She walked back to the Common Room, with Fred not far behind her. The thoughts which had brought tears were no longer there, instead her mind and heart were racing with thoughts of what had just happened. Why did they keep ending up in comprimising positions. Not counting the night they'd arrived to due intoxication, she'd ended up in his arms twice causing the same reaction from inside her. She felt safe with him. By the time she reached her dormitory, the others were already in bed. She crawled under the covers and fell asleep worried about what the next day would bring.
Hermione didn't eat anything the next morning. She didn't even go into the Great Hall. She was trying to avoid Fred. She waited until it was time to line up for the O.W.Ls before coming up from her room. She walked into the corridor that was filled with the chatter of nervous fifth years. She sped through her Theory of Charms exam, but made sure she got all the information correct and hadn't added things that hadn't been discovered yet. She rushed out of the Great Hall and walked through the corridors until it was time for her Practical Exam, hoping above all hopes to be in the right place at the right time to hear the prophecy. She just wanted to go home. She accidentally caught Damien making out with a sixth year Slytherin, and blushed furiously as she passed by him, heading back to the Great Hall for their next exam. She sat and waited in the alphabetical line, waiting for her name to be called. She knew she'd be soon, as Draco had just left the Hall. He glanced at her, but she looked away. She went in and took the exam when it was her turn and walked out to see Fred and George waiting for her.
"Why aren't you two in class?" she asked, wearily.
"We didn't see the point in it today." George smiled.
"We dont see the point in it at all, to be honest." Fred added, not making eye contact with her.
She blushed and deverted her eyes over to Tom who was huddled with Damien looking over what looked like the Daily Prophet. It was at that moment she began to feel a bit dizzy. She related it to the fact that she hadn't eaten all day. She looked up at the clock, dinner would be in a couple hours, she could wait until then. No she couldn't. She tried paying attention to what the twins were saying, but she couldn't hear them. Her face felt hot and she stumbled. She was going to faint. Hermione felt her eyes close and suddenly she couldn't move. She felt as if someone had put a binding charm on her. She tried to move her feet but they felt like lead. Her head was swimming and things started spinning faster. When she opened her eyes, she found herself not in the corridor outside the Great Hall but in a different sort of castle. The twins and students were no longer there, but dozens of rows of Death Eaters. Some sort of ceremony was going on, and she felt herself pulled forward to the front of the crowd. On a dark stone slab lay Harry. He was dead and covered in blood, above him stood Draco Malfoy holding the blade that had killed her best friend. She saw the dark figure of Voldemort standing behind them, smiling wickedly.
"My dear friend Damien, if only you could see your grandson." Voldemort hissed with excitement.
Hermione felt herself scream, everything was starting to rush back to her. She felt sick and couldn't walk. Her feet became mobile again and she fell over.
"Theresa!" Olive called out.
"She's having a vision!" Fred yelled as he caught her in his arms.
"Someone get a quill and write down what she says!" George demanded with panic in his voice.
"What's with her? I've never hear of a seer going into fits." another student commented as they began to crowd around her. She was feeling claustrophobic. She couldn't breathe. She saw Damien and Tom making their way over to her.
"She's a decendent of the Great Cassandra." she heard Draco inform from behind her.
She didn't care about him though. She had the urge to tell Damien something but she didn't know what she wanted to tell him. Her thoughts weren't her own. She bit into Fred's arm to break loose and grabbed Damien.
"The one you need will be in his blood. Born in thirty eight years time, by his blood. To achieve that which you desire, will be the strength within his heir." she said in a voice which wasn't her own. The room began to spin again and she felt light headed. She collapsed into Draco's arms and looked up at him. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but nothing came out as she felt herself slip into darkness.
When Hermione awoke she was in the infirmary. It was night. A younger Madame Pomfrey was by her bedside filling up a glass with an unusual liquid. She handed Hermione a piece of chocolate and ordered her to drink the potion. She did as she was instructed, and not long after began feeling tired. She closed her eyes and lay in bed waiting for sleep to take her over. She heard voices in the hallway. She recognized one of them to be that of Tom Riddle. She opened her eyed immediately and searched the room for sight of him. She didn't see anyone and watched as Madame Pomfrey began turning off all the lights. She slipped out the doors, leaving Hermione there alone. As soon as she'd left, Tom began to appear. He'd been using an invisibility charm. Hermione pretended to be drifting off to sleep to avoid having to make conversation with him. He moved over next to her and stood above her.
"I know you're from the future. I know your name isn't Theresa. It's Hermione. I don't know why you're here, but I can't let you go back." He hissed in a whisper. She opened her eyes to see that his wand was raised above him.
"Avada-"
She gasped as Tom was knocked down, causing him to be unable to finish the killing curse. Draco pulled the invisibility cloak off himself, Fred, and George keeping his wand at Tom's throat. Fred went over to her and pulled out the Time Turner.
"We have to get you out of here." He whispered as he threw it around their necks.
The potion she'd been given was beginning to really kick in and she fell into his arms. She couldn't stand up so he took her in his arms and worked to turn the Time Turner. The last thing Hermione heard was Draco performing a memory charm before she felt herself being transported, in Fred's arms, forward to the future and the Hogwarts where she belonged. When they reached the present she could hardly keep herself conscious. She felt other arms take a hold of her and Ginny cry out her name. She couldn't control her emotions and began to cry uncontrollably as she was taken back to the hospital wing, where this time she would be safe.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. My floppy disk ate my story and I had to rewrite this chapter. It keeps saying the disk needs to be formatted. Anyway, I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. If you read please review :)