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The past few days had been very, er, interesting. Catherine Saber wasn't like any student the staff had been introduced to before. The day right after the Sorting, the mysterious girl had been proclaimed Queen of Slytherin. Ron had once sneaked a peek at some papers Professor McGonagall was going over, to his shock.

"Sixteen O. W. L.'s, Harry. Sixteen!" he had exclaimed in the Gryffindor Common Room. "I can't believe it! That's even better than Hermione's score!"

"I know," Harry mumbled as Hermione furiously looked away. "I know."

Worst of all, Catherine was on the Slytherin Quidditch Team. Draco had offered her the spot as Seeker, but she had said that her expert position was Chaser.

"Mind you, she's good at everything!" Ron said adoringly. "I watched the Slytherin Quidditch Tryouts, and Malfoy said she should try out for every position to see which one was the best suited for her. And you know, Malfoy's word is law. The King of Slytherin, he is. The best was Seeker. I was hoping he'd get kicked off the team, but Catherine just announced that she didn't want to take the position away from him, to say that he'd always wanted to beat you in Quidditch, and that he would. And then she became a Chaser."

Harry took all this very well, but his heart was sick with worry. If Catherine was really an expert Chaser, did Gryffindor have a chance with Slytherin?

"What's wrong, Potter? Scared of Slytherin's Queen?" Blaise sneered in the seat next to the girl in question. Catherine was busy stirring the potion.

"You wish, Zabini," the Boy Who Lived replied. "Now go away and leave us alone." But he knew the sixth year Slytherin was right. He was scared.

Just then, Colin Creevey bolted into the Potions dungeon. His camera hung around his neck, and his eyes were sparkling as he said to the Potions Master, "Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore needs—"

"Let me guess, Creevey. Potter's been called for pictures again?" Malfoy drawled. Professor Snape's mouth twitched.

"No. He needs, er," Colin said, and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. "Let's see. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy."

Harry and Draco stared at each other. Professor Snape's gaze turned to the two archenemies. "Oh, very well, Creevey," he said sharply. "Potter, Malfoy, take your things with you." He said this from experience.

The black-haired boy and the blonde gathered their things and followed Colin silently to the entrance of Dumbledore's office. Albus Dumbledore, himself, was standing there, looking grim, but his eyes twinkling mysteriously. Susan Bones, from Hufflepuff, and Terry Boot, from Ravenclaw, were there also.

"Ah, Harry. Draco. Come in, please. Susan, Terry, and I have been waiting for a while. Colin, you may go," Professor Dumbledore said calmly. He turned to the gargoyle guarding his office as the fifth year boy hurried away to spend the rest of his free time in the common room. "Ice Mice." The gargoyle sprang to life and leaped aside for them.

"Please, sit down," the old headmaster said, motioning to four comfortable chairs of four colors: red, yellow, green, and blue. Harry sat in the red, Susan the yellow, Draco the green, and Terry the blue.

"Now, you may be wondering why I have called you together," he continued. "You have been chosen to represent the four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

"But why me, Headmaster? Surely you would have chosen the Queen," Draco cut him off.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Saber is none but a transfer student. Though she is treated with great respect, you have been here longer, so you know more about the walls of Hogwarts, do you not?" Draco nodded.

"Now. Please save your questions till the end. What I am about to tell you is extremely important to the fate of this school, to the fate of the wizarding world. As some of you may know, Voldemort has taken over the school Veritas in America." Terry and Susan flinched.

"Fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself," Harry recited. Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"Now, there is a prophecy made in the time of the Four Founders, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin. Sorting Hat, now if you please," the old man said, motioning to the battered Hat.

"My pleasure, Headmaster," was the Hat's reply. It chanted:

Lion's roar echoes throughout,

Eagle's screech joins in,

Darkness of the lily's eyes

Show power that is within.

Badger runs from the night,

Lily tells its tale,

Terror takes over the world,

The snake bites its own tail.

Darkness and evil spread about,

Lily chooses its side,

Keeper of Time makes his approach,

Snake seeks a place to hide.

Eagle and lion seek the key,

Badger is left at peace.

Lily and Time travel far,

Phoenix is released.

All the power comes together,

Love is at last unleashed.

Together, seven may save the world.

Evil love may defeat.

"But, Professor, what does it mean?" Terry asked, his blue eyes filled with terror and curiosity. He ran a hand nervously through his thick, dark hair.

"No one knows exactly, but," Professor Dumbledore said, sighing. "It is plain that it talks about six, no, seven individual beings coming together."

"Lion, Eagle, Badger, Snake, Lily, Phoenix, and Keeper of Time," Susan murmured.

"Lion is Gryffindor's heir. Eagle is Ravenclaw's. Badger is Hufflepuff's. Snake is Slytherin's. Phoenix is probably Merlin's descendant, but of the Keeper of Time and the Lily, I don't know," Harry said softly.

"Mr. Malfoy, you seem to know who they are," Professor Dumbledore said.

Draco couldn't help but nod. It seemed that the Headmaster had cast a spell over him. "The Keeper of Time is the person in this century that controls the time in check. Like if someone used the Time-Turner, they would have to put everything right again, unless it's for a good use," the Slytherin muttered. "But I don't know about the Lily."

"Now, it is obvious that the heirs have to be found, and the Lily and Keeper of Time, whoever they are," the white bearded man said slowly. "Or the world may be destroyed." Terry, Susan, and Harry all glanced at the master of the school nervously.

"What can we do?" asked Susan, her voice high and afraid.

"You can try to locate the Heirs in your houses. The heirs of the Four Founders." He closed his eyes. "There are clues about each of the heirs. But one clue about them all. They may not be in their ancestor's house. That is for certain. The clues about the individuals, I will tell you now. Listen carefully."

Terry was the only one that bothered to take notes.

"You are dismissed," Dumbledore said.

As the four walked out, Harry found that he remembered all the clues. Hufflepuff came from a large family, and tended plants wonderfully. Ravenclaw was obviously very intelligent and was a sorceress. Gryffindor was a skilled dueler and fighter, came from a fairly small family, and had lots of luck. Slytherin was wicked and powerful, and a Seer as well.

Do not tell anyone else about this. Dumbledore's words echoed in the black-haired boy's head. "Surely I can tell Ron and Hermione," he whispered to himself. But he knew he could not.

Meanwhile, Draco was in the dungeons, mind filled with thoughts. He wanted to blab the secret out to the world, to be free, but Dumbledore had concealed a charm on him that prevented the gray-eyed teenager from doing so.

"Stupid headmaster," he muttered.

"What's wrong, Draco?"

He turned around. It was Catherine, with her purple streaked hair and navy blue eyes. She was frowning. "Nothing," said Draco, bowing. It was the Slytherin custom to bow to the Queen when she entered a room.

"I can tell it isn't, Ferret," Blaise said, bowing to Catherine as he slipped from the shadows. Draco couldn't help but smirk at 'Ferret'. It was so old.

"You can tell us," Catherine said, her eyes brightening. "Can't you, Draco?"

The blonde shook his head. He wanted to scream, "Yes!", but Dumbledore's charm stopped him. The Queen looked disappointed. Blaise raised an eyebrow. "No," he repeated.

"Fine," Catherine replied. "So be it. I'll be in my room if you need me." The Slytherin had been offered a room connected to the Slytherin Common Room guarded by a portrait of a dark fairy with black wings. Only Draco and Blaise knew the password. Of course, there was a separate portrait for her bedroom, but it was hidden, and it seemed that only the Queen could find it.

"She's pissed off," Blaise said, sitting on one of the green sofas. "What can't you tell us, Draco?"

"I can't tell, Blaise," Draco answered. He wasn't a complete prat to his friends. Blaise understood and nodded.

"I'll go too," he said clearly, going up to the Boys' Dormitories.

Then it clicked. It was obvious. The heir of Slytherin. No duh! It was Voldemort.

Author's Note: Sorry about that horrid chapter. I wanted to make Draco the Heir of Slytherin, but that just didn't fit. You're not going to see a lot more of him, I fear. But he'll come up in a few chapters.

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Catherine walks in

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Catherine: pouts But I thought you said you loved me, you great git.

CrystalSparks: Well, too bad. sticks her tongue out

Catherine: Hey! chases CrystalSparks

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