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DRACO'S POV :
The sound of horse hooves entered my ears; a steady gallop had been made as the Horseless Carriage rode its way towards Hogwarts. A grin had been stuck to my face for hours and I still couldn't get it to falter. As the scenery outside the window became streaks of colour and movement, Hermione, who was sitting right beside me, played with her well-manicured nails. The gold bangles around her wrists chinked together and her tied hair was released. She kept muttering inaudible curses like, 'Stupid Harry. I got all dressed up for nothing!' and 'Dumb outfit! What the hell was I thinking?' But I kept quiet, trying to hide the pleasure on my face. I thought she looked pretty, and I hoped she would dress up that much for me when we got together for a date (Not that she wasn't naturally pretty in the first place).
"So, Hermione... Where would you like to go on our next date?" I enquired, examples of romantic places and sceneries popping through my mind the second I asked her.
Hermione stared blankly at me – a look I had grown to love. She then shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal and spoke, playing with a strand of dyed red hair at the same time. "I don't know... A fancy dinner in the park... A picnic by the lake... Crap like that," she said carelessly. I didn't mind her lack of excitement though – I knew that having Hermione as a girlfriend would take work, not the kind of shit the rest of the girls want. Hermione isn't the type of girl you could get by pampering her with flowers, chocolate and cash. She needed attention, care, and a little bit of a fight; all the fun of having her as a girlfriend of course.
"I have an idea! Why not I rent us one of those Muggle vessels and we have dinner there?" I suggested after getting an image of Hermione and I in lavish evening wear in a Muggle ferry. "We can sail across the seas dressed as Muggles. I would have us date at the Wizarding World, but I don't think that would be as romantic. You see, I watched this dumb Muggle movie – or whatever it is they call it – that was called Titanic. It seemed romantic enough, if not for the death scene of course. What do you think? I'll buy you a lush periwinkle-blue gown – since you looked so good in it at the ball during the fourth year – made of the finest material the Wizarding World can offer! I'll wear an expensive black tuxedo to match your gown and I'll hire the best French chefs money can afford! Muggle of Wizard, I'm not sure. What do you think Hermione? Anyways, besides that, I was thinking lobster – since most people thought it as luxury, not that it is a big deal for me. We shall have the most delicious tarts, cakes and desserts after the meal and a band of expert musicians shall play for us. You may choose the music of course. It'd be greedy for me to plan everything. And the ferry will be beautifully decorated and polished to its finest standards! Oh, and the dancing! We must have that! I saw you dancing with that Krum guy in the fourth year, and I became positively green with envy. You imagine dancing with a hideous troll! The cruise shall be from night till –,"
"Are you done yet??" Hermione demanded. I wanted to shake my head, no, but I thought better of it. Hermione could get dangerous when you weren't careful enough. "Finally!" She said, releasing a sigh of relief. "Draco, I really think you should keep those wonderful dreams to yourself for the moment. We aren't exactly a couple or anything. Right now, you're just a friend – a good friend. I told you already that you'll have to earn my respect, remember?"
"Of course," I said, nodding. "I'm merely thinking of the early future. You see, it won't be long till I make my move. And when I do, you'll be falling for me like any other girl." Hermione glared daggers at me and I quickly said, "Not that you are like any other girl! You're unique and interesting. Uh... you're gorgeous!" Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered 'Nice save' under her breath.
Minutes later, the Horseless Carriage maneuvered a bit before pulling to a stop. I tried making compliments and sweet talking Hermione, but she didn't seem very interested. We emerged from the carriage, shielding our heads from the thunderous storm and the howling wind. After a few seconds of useless running from the rain, Hermione groaned and charmed the air around her into a nice, sunny afternoon. She didn't bother offering me some help. The charm was very advanced work, so I got a little wet while trying to pronounce it correctly.
When we arrived in Hogwarts, I was drenching wet and was forced to perform a spell to make myself dry again. It wasn't difficult – something even a Year One student could do. Hermione tossed her long brown hair behind her shoulders and looked at me before saying, "I think we should do a little research on the Prophecy thing. The note did say that it was somewhere in Hogwarts, didn't it? So I suppose we should probably start searching."
"Yes... But don't you think we should tell Dumbledore?" I suggested, raising my eyebrows. "After all, something this big could be the thing he's been waiting to hear. If there ever were a Chosen Two in the past, Dumbledore is sure to know it."
Hermione glared at me with glowing red eyes, the edges of her lips fell to form an impatient frown. I could practically feel the anger swelling up inside her chest. She hissed something telepathically before storming away. The thing she said was, "You promised..."
With a deep sigh, I followed Hermione up the steps and into the Head Dorm.
It was the dead of night. The moon's rays glistened down my window, reflecting my room with a comforting glow. The moon was a little less than a half moon, but more than a crescent. Without realizing why, I murmured the words 'There isn't much time...' under my breath. It was scary, for the words I had just spoken were those of an Ancient Tongue. Even Voldemort would not be able to translate it – but I could. I could even make a song out of it. It was a soft, tender melody that I hummed under my breath often.
'Cold of night
Sky so red
Blood shed spoiling the snowy bed
Pale, cold moon
Dead of night
That is when we begin this fight'
Those lyrics kept echoing itself through my mind, weaving in and out like a string of golden words. The lyrics frightened me – yet a burst of power tickled my senses each time I hummed it. And it seemed that as each night passed, more words formed through my mind – words that led to a story of the past, present, and future. The words kept popping through my mind and I kept on singing,
'The Chosen Three
Will hold the key
Life and Death
Only they shall see
One of Three won't make it
Two of Three shall fall
The final person standing
Shall hold the end to all...'
For now, that was all that I knew. I shut my eyes, trying to capture some sleep. But something fiery and powerful kept me from rest. My usually steel-gray eyes flared with a deep, midnight-blue inferno. I slipped out of bed, like an unconscious sleepwalker in the dead of night, and walked over to the open window in my bedroom. The moon shone with a ghostly aura, everything stood in silence – like it had been caught in time – as I raised my arms on each side. My hands were opened, relaxed... My eyes were wide.
An unknown force made me open my mouth, and a deep, slow voice developed from my mouth. The words spoken were icy, turning my lips blue and frosty. "Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it," I said, and a blood-red coloured nimbus formed from the palms of my hands. The trance state I was in immediately ended and I began to panic. The blue nimbus continued to grow, from a small snitch-sized glow into a blinding flash of multi-coloured lights. I could feel the atmosphere around me tighten and my body began to shrink as the bright light sucked the roughage of my skin. In a few seconds, the blue-nimbus I had created was the size of a large doorway. I stared in awe for a moment before my skin started to itch, and a whirlpool of grey pulled me into it (the nimbus).
I tried to scream, resist, escape and struggle my way out of the endless glow of light... but to no avail. I was completely trapped and there was nothing I could do to release myself. My lips were tightly glued together and black dots danced before my eyes. I was extremely weak and exhausted; like all the energy had been forced out of me. The longer I stayed, the weaker I became. The power drained out of me like water trickling down cupped hands. I felt like a deer, captured and about to be killed. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a jerk through my navel. The light immediately ceased and I stopped falling.
A thick grey mist obscured my vision, making me believe myself blind for a moment. After a few seconds of walking about blindly with my arms raised on each side, the fog dissolved in a string of shudders. The moment the fog departed, sight came tumbling back to me and I had to blink a couple of times before I could take in my surroundings. I saw figures – people – walking about in a room filled with thick, leather-bound books of all sorts. After taking a closer look, I realized that the people walking about were students; wearing old fashioned robes. They had cuffs dangling down their wrists and gold laces were fancifully decorated on the edges of their sleeves, trousers, skirts and collars. I cringed when I realized that the gold laces represented the Gryffindore house.
A pretty girl with wavy strawberry-blond hair tied in braids behind her back and sky blue eyes carried a heavy book that she was hugging close to her chest. The badge on her long, old-fashioned robes glinted like gold under the setting sun. She placed the book on a large, oval-shaped table where a boy with sandy coloured hair sat. The boy's robes were decorated in green coloured lace and from there I could tell that he was a Slytherin.
"Here are the books you asked for," the girl said. From the expression on her face and the tone of her voice, I could tell that she was very tired and rather angry.
The sandy haired boy stared at the book for a moment before sliding it back to her. Through his dark brown eyes I saw boredom. "What do you expect me to do, Mudblood?" he said, slurring each word. "Go ahead! Read the damn book."
The girl's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she clutched her hands into fists. Grinding her perfectly white teeth together, she said, "You filthy little Slytherin RODENT! You want to find out about the blasted Prophecy, as much as I do, do you not? Don't you fill me with your bloody nonsense! Just because of my Muggle parentage, you could judge me like a fool? I am not under your command, Gregory!"
"Do not call me by that name!" roared the boy, Gregory. His hazel coloured eyes changed into a deep, blood red glow. "You have no right to call me by my first name! You have now spoilt it with your dirt filled tongue, Mudblood! You retched fool; do you want me to call you by YOUR first name – Aliana?"
My eyes widened in shock. I was staring at Aliana and Gregory – the Chosen Two before Hermione and I! This was unbelievable! I almost swore out loud, but I decided to stay calm as the Chosen Two continued to argue. Aliana kept going on about things like, "Filthy mongrel!" or "Snot-nosed, immature snob!" whilst Gregory went on about things such as, "Pale-faced, bookworm!" and "Dirty little Mudblood!" I grinned when I remembered the fights Hermione and I used to have – these were very much similar to ours. I really can't believe the two of us were so immature!
Then, all of a sudden, the fog around me thickened – secluding my vision of the pair once more. After a brief throbbing on the back of my neck, the fog passed away once more; only to reveal another moment between the past Two. This time, were instead of being in the library, they were deep inside the Forbidden Forest. I had to bend further to get a proper look.
Aliana rose from a thick berry bush like a ghost popping out of the ground. In her hand she held a small, amber coloured dragon. The dragon messed with the cuffs of her robes with its razor sharp, but incredibly tiny fangs. Gregory popped out behind them, his expression lazy under the glistening moon.
"Hurry, Gregory!" said Aliana. "The half moon is high above our heads and ready to shine within minutes! We must bring Corsa to the middle of the Forest in order to enhance our powers! You must be quick!"
Gregory sighed but did not say a word. He followed her to the middle of the forest with slumped features and a limping leg. "Well, go on," he hissed when they finally arrived to the center. "Place the dumb animal on the ground. I'm tired and my powers are subsiding. Get going!"
Aliana dropped the dragon – Corsa – to the ground and kicked it gently with her toe. "Go on, Corsa," she said, urging it to do whatever it was supposed to do. "Give Mummy and Daddy our powers back... Come on, darling. You can do it."
Corsa cooed (Something I didn't know dragon's could do) and crawled up on steep rock. I frowned in disappointment when I realized that there was nothing special about the rock (I was hoping for some magic light or something mystical to happen – but sadly, it didn't). Then, jut as I was complaining about the boring un-magical rock, something amazing happened. The moon, which was glowing brightly in the darkness, suddenly exploded in a frenzy of blue and red colours. I had to block the light out with my elbow crossed over my eyes. Then, after a second of blindness, a flash appeared and I could once again see.
Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, well, nothing except...
Aliana and Gregory were staring right at me!
I grinned nervously before darting for my escape. Unfortunately however, I was caught by Gregory before I managed to do so. "Well look who it is... An intruder!" he said, his nasty voice hissing through my ear. I gulped, knowing that (after reading a few pages of the dumb romance novel) Gregory had an awful temper. Maybe worse than me even.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" demanded Gregory, shoving me against a tree with his fist.
"Umm... I'm just a... new kid? Heh... Foreigner, see?" It was a petty excuse, but one I'd hope he'd take in. "Now, uh, sir, I'll just be going now and..."
"You aren't going anywhere!" shouted Gregory as he tightened his fist around my neck. I gasped for breath but the hold was too strong. Gregory could've killed me if it hadn't been for the blue nimbus that glowed round my arm and hit him square in the chest.
Gregory staggered back, momentarily surprised. He had a hand clutched over his bleeding chest. I was surprised Aliana did nothing to help him. So I voiced my curiosity aloud.
"You stay away from Aliana!" growled Gregory as he blocked my view of her. "She isn't any of your business, Blond Boy! So just back off!"
Slytherin pride got the better of me and I quickly responded to that. "Blond boy? That's got to be one of the worst comments I've EVER heard. I mean Ferret-Face, Blockhead, and Barf Boy I can handle, but seriously! Blond Boy? That is just-,"
But I was cut off before I could finish that sentence; Gregory dug his fist through my shoulder blades and squeezed it hard – from the INSIDE! Tears welled up my eyes as I suffered from obnoxious pain. My heart pounded and my knees gave way. I fell to the ground, wincing and jerking around in agony. I could feel the life draining out of my body, my very soul felt weak. Gregory had power beyond any I had ever seen before.
Then, darkness...
See. Told you it was boring. The whole story went along as I typed. Don't get mad at me if it's so dumb! I know there isn't much romance in here, but I promise, there will be in future chapters. I haven't even started with Chapter 13, so don't think it'll come so soon. If I get as many reviews as I did for Chapter 11, I promise I'll continue. But if not, I see no use in continuing.
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