Title : The Tides of Blood

Summary : When Severus took away a Notebook from Harry, he didn't imagine it would contain a secret... A secret implying him, and two teenagers he hates.... Together, will they be able to change their destiny and the world's doom ?

Disclaimer : I do not own any of those caracters except the ones I might vreate. Harry Potter's universe belong to JK Rowling, and I'm not paid to mwrite this story.

Chapter 5 : Kiara's Prophecy

A few days passed, days that seemed to be normal, without anything special. Harry stretched. Those three days had been horrible to him... Each night a nightmare that had woke him up screaming, bleeding, and with a pain comparable to the Cruciatus Curse. The dreams always stopped at that point, when Snape was punished by his Master. It was always him, he didn't know why. None of the other DeathEaters were punished.

The strangest thing in those dreams was those two presences, a man and a woman, the woman being dressed of white with long, dark hair although her face was blurred. She was always next to him, a hand on his back, helping him to support those terrible nights... The man was never with him, dressed in the same clothe as the Dark Lord servants, but Harry still felt that he was different from them in many ways... This presence, however distant it was, was comforting and reassuring, although he didn't know anything about those persons....

He watched at the sleeping figure next to him. Hermione had finally fallen asleep in his arms, a gentle smile on her face. He slowly, carefully put a duft of hair away from her beautiful face... She seemed so weak in this position, he wanted to protect her, to keep her away from any danger that might occur...

The two of them just stayed in the sofa, the young man simply enjoying the moment. Harry didn't want to talk about it to Hermione.... His relations with her had really progressed, but was now a little bit complicated. He felt like she was him, it seemed to him she had a part of his soul and heart, but he wasn't in love with her, so it couldn't be this explanation. He was such a strange feeling to be able to know how the other is feeling and why.... The worse for him was he wasn't even in love with her, so he had no explanation about that!

He stretched his arm, glancing at the clock. Time was passing so slowly.... But it was a good thing, in fact. He liked it when the place was all quiet, without anyone to disturb him or to ask him questions... By night, he could let his true personality get out, and free himself from the tension he had accumulated during the whole day. His life was such a mess.... The young woman moved, making him feel she was waking up.

Hermione turned to him, a little smile appearing on her face. 'We've got Potions today.... What about getting your notebook back ?' He smiled back, amused by Hermione's excitement. The young woman wasn't the same anymore: before she was crazy with rules, but now she simply wanted to give Snape a bad time... Harry didn't know why, and had not dared to ask her : she had her reasons for it, but it suited him perfectly.

Harry, Hermione and Ron quickly walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room, making their way to the lunchroom. They were hungry, or, rather like, the red-haired boy was angry. Harry and Hermione were gazing at the floor, each one thinking of what had just happened. The young woman was worried for her friend. She had often observed him, without him seeing her... He was skinnier now, he merely had skin over his bones now. The joy glance that used to be in his emerald eyes had disappeared for one sad and full of pain. Blind was the one that couldn't see that! But everyone was blind.... She was the only one that faced the truth : the Savior of the World, as he had been named, was depressing.... Even Ron refused to see that...

They entered the Lunchroom. Hermione glared at Snape. He was there, his raven eyes fixed upon them. She looked at him in the eyes, feeling anger and hatred streaming into her. She hated him. She hated for what he had done to Harry... Snape was making him feel even worse, this man was just undoing all her work... Ron gave her the cereals plate. 'You two have Potions first hour.... I've been lucky enough not to pass!' Hermione looked at him, but said nothing. Harry didn't even moved his eyes. The young woman touched his hand underneath the table. She knew his scar was painful again, she could see it in his eyes. 'She knew him by heart now, she could predict his every reactions and thoughts...

'Will you have some bread, Harry ?' she asked kindly but with a firm tone. He stood up quickly, glancing at the clock. Hermione then noticed the lunchroom had become silent.. very silent... 'We're late!' Harry said to her. She quickly took her bag, and both of them ran to the Potions' Class. They were two minutes late.... Snape was going to murder them.... She knocked at the door, swallowing. It opened and the teacher looked at them with an angry face. 'Both of you are two minutes late... Why should I accept you in my class if you're not even able to make it on time ?'

'Our friend overslept, and...' tried to explain Hermione as a knot formed itself on her stomach. She just hoped he would let them in; it would be a catastrophe if he didn't... She watched Harry. He was next to her, anger boiling into him. 'Get in... But it will be a month of detention.... And 100 points from Gryffindor for each one.' Hermione lowered her head, and both went into the class. Thankfully, they were the only Gryffindors in this class, so they didn't have to bear their friends anger...

'The subject of this class is the Identity Potion... It reveals your name, age, but also your whole family tree. The ingredients are there, the instructions on your book page 1045. Oh, and you'd better succeed, because you'll be testing it next time, and it's deadly if wrong prepared.' Hermione cursed under her breath. This man was crazy.. Definitely crazy. They began the preparation, trying to concentrate. Snape was checking each student's work, and Hermione felt something bas was going to happen when he came next to them.

'I wonder what we'll learn about you, Potter... Maybe that you're the child of a whore, which wouldn't surprise me.... Your father was dumb enough to betray his own wife... Oh, and your mother, she wasn't better than him. A true prostitute, I even wonder how they got married! And you, Potter, you're so much like your father, and....'
Hermione violently slapped her book on the table, making Snape to stop. But, before she could say anything, her face emptied itself from color, and her eyes rolled over themselves. Snape quickly prevented her from falling. As she laid there, in Snape's arms, her mouth opened, but it wasn't her usual voice that came out.

It was one coming from another age, a forgotten one.... Hermione began her speech in this slow and low voice. Everything was shaking around her, everyone was captivated by her voice... Draco and Harry were watching her, strange feelings running through their spines....