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Summary-(takes place in the gang's 6th year after OotP so there are spoilers) No one knows, but You-Know-Who has a limit, and he needs to find a replacement, but who? And no, it isn't Harry. Also, an unlikely romance that could save the world, or end it.
Chapter 2
We Meet at Last
Hermione jerked awake, and realized that she wasn't in the Forbidden Forest or cold. Actually, she was quite comfy in Ginny's warm bed. She was staying at the Weasley's, as she had been all summer because of recent events. The members of the Order didn't think it was safe for them to stay at the Black household in case Voldermort did get wind of what it was, and plus, everyone knew that the children would find a way to learn their plans and they didn't need a couple of kids interfering.
"I'm awake Ron, go away!" she shouted through the door to her friend. She stayed in bed for a few more seconds then decided that she really did need to start getting ready. She threw on some clothes, and started downstairs with her odd dream quickly fading from memory.
"Ron, if Harry's stuck at the Dursley's, how is he going to get his school supplies?" she questioned as she entered the kitchen. Ron looked up at her bewildered with a mouth disgustingly full of eggs.
"Oh, we're getting them for him, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied in place of her son.
"Just wondering. I can't wait until we get to see him tomorrow. I wonder what awaits us this year at school."
"It's going to be very different with You-Know-Who back and all."
"Yes very different."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Be home before dinner-time; if you aren't your father is going to be very upset. Now hurry along," Narcissa Malfoy said to her son as he set off to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. He nodded indifferently and stepped into the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley!" he shouted and a moment later he was in the middle of a busy street. Everyone was doing last minute school shopping. Draco turned toward his favorite shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies but stopped short as someone bumped into him rather forcefully and caused him to fall on his butt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see where - Malfoy what are you doing here!?" Hermione spat out as she recovered herself.
"Buying school supplies just like everyone else mudblood. Now get out of my sight!" Draco said standing up.
"Don't talk to her like that Malfoy!" Ron said as he came up behind Hermione.
"Oh you aren't even worthy of my presence Weasley," Draco said calmly as he walked away quickly.
"I can't believe he dares to show his slimy face him public after all his family has done," Ron remarked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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"Harry! It's so good to see you!" Hermione yelled as she ran up to her friend to give him a suffocating hug. Ron ran toward him also but only greeted him with a 'manly' handshake and a slap on the back. After everyone had said their good-byes, the three pals boarded the Hogwarts Express together which was going to leave any minute.
They found an empty compartment and started chatting endlessly about the summer. The Dursleys hadn't been horrible to Harry over the break, he reported, but they weren't nice, just decent. When the conversation got boring, the boys started talking endlessly about Quidditch, as if nothing had happened that summer, as if life were normal, as if all problems were non-existent.
After a while, the door to the compartment slid open and the group expected it to reveal someone like Neville or Ginny, but no. Draco Malfoy stood smirking in the doorway, alone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped to their feet ready for an attack, but the enemy just stood their. Ron spoke first,
"Where are your two pets, Malfoy? Did they finally grow brains and get away from you, or are they lost? Trains can be awfully confusing to things like them."
"Well," Draco started, "I guess I don't know where they are, nor do I care. I really wish I could kill those two apes."
Everyone seemed startled by this, Draco criticizing his own 'friends'.
"Damn Potter, you look even more starved than usual. Aw, is little- ol Voldermort scaring poor Harry Poo-poo-head?" he said in a baby voice, "Oh right, you're probably staying with the Weasel family, and they don't even have enough money to feed the gnomes in the backyard, much less an extra guest."
Ron's face grew red as he tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't take the taunting anymore and lashed out at Draco who dodged easily. The next few minutes consisted of Ron attempting to bet Draco to a pulp, but he just glided around the cabin, evading punches expertly. Soon, Draco threw a few hits himself, landing them in Ron's face, stomach, and a kick in the shoulder. Now Harry was steamed too and hit Draco in the face. It wasn't bad, only a cut on the cheek, but it was enough to start a riot.
"Enough!" Hermione screamed. Everything stopped in mid-air. Ron had Draco in a head-lock, and Harry was against the wall, almost unconscious.
"Malfoy get out of here before I hex you, and trust me I've been practicing!"
"I will not," he yelled straightening up, "be ordering around by a filthy mudblood!" Both boys started yelling crude insults at him but it was Hermione who got him out. She drew her wand and pointed it straight at the boy and yelled,
"OUT!"
He left, but only after he got a few more words in. So the three friends returned to their seats; Harry with a bloody nose, Ron with a swollen eyes, and Hermione with tears in her eyes.
Summary-(takes place in the gang's 6th year after OotP so there are spoilers) No one knows, but You-Know-Who has a limit, and he needs to find a replacement, but who? And no, it isn't Harry. Also, an unlikely romance that could save the world, or end it.
Chapter 2
We Meet at Last
Hermione jerked awake, and realized that she wasn't in the Forbidden Forest or cold. Actually, she was quite comfy in Ginny's warm bed. She was staying at the Weasley's, as she had been all summer because of recent events. The members of the Order didn't think it was safe for them to stay at the Black household in case Voldermort did get wind of what it was, and plus, everyone knew that the children would find a way to learn their plans and they didn't need a couple of kids interfering.
"I'm awake Ron, go away!" she shouted through the door to her friend. She stayed in bed for a few more seconds then decided that she really did need to start getting ready. She threw on some clothes, and started downstairs with her odd dream quickly fading from memory.
"Ron, if Harry's stuck at the Dursley's, how is he going to get his school supplies?" she questioned as she entered the kitchen. Ron looked up at her bewildered with a mouth disgustingly full of eggs.
"Oh, we're getting them for him, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied in place of her son.
"Just wondering. I can't wait until we get to see him tomorrow. I wonder what awaits us this year at school."
"It's going to be very different with You-Know-Who back and all."
"Yes very different."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Be home before dinner-time; if you aren't your father is going to be very upset. Now hurry along," Narcissa Malfoy said to her son as he set off to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. He nodded indifferently and stepped into the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley!" he shouted and a moment later he was in the middle of a busy street. Everyone was doing last minute school shopping. Draco turned toward his favorite shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies but stopped short as someone bumped into him rather forcefully and caused him to fall on his butt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see where - Malfoy what are you doing here!?" Hermione spat out as she recovered herself.
"Buying school supplies just like everyone else mudblood. Now get out of my sight!" Draco said standing up.
"Don't talk to her like that Malfoy!" Ron said as he came up behind Hermione.
"Oh you aren't even worthy of my presence Weasley," Draco said calmly as he walked away quickly.
"I can't believe he dares to show his slimy face him public after all his family has done," Ron remarked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
.
"Harry! It's so good to see you!" Hermione yelled as she ran up to her friend to give him a suffocating hug. Ron ran toward him also but only greeted him with a 'manly' handshake and a slap on the back. After everyone had said their good-byes, the three pals boarded the Hogwarts Express together which was going to leave any minute.
They found an empty compartment and started chatting endlessly about the summer. The Dursleys hadn't been horrible to Harry over the break, he reported, but they weren't nice, just decent. When the conversation got boring, the boys started talking endlessly about Quidditch, as if nothing had happened that summer, as if life were normal, as if all problems were non-existent.
After a while, the door to the compartment slid open and the group expected it to reveal someone like Neville or Ginny, but no. Draco Malfoy stood smirking in the doorway, alone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped to their feet ready for an attack, but the enemy just stood their. Ron spoke first,
"Where are your two pets, Malfoy? Did they finally grow brains and get away from you, or are they lost? Trains can be awfully confusing to things like them."
"Well," Draco started, "I guess I don't know where they are, nor do I care. I really wish I could kill those two apes."
Everyone seemed startled by this, Draco criticizing his own 'friends'.
"Damn Potter, you look even more starved than usual. Aw, is little- ol Voldermort scaring poor Harry Poo-poo-head?" he said in a baby voice, "Oh right, you're probably staying with the Weasel family, and they don't even have enough money to feed the gnomes in the backyard, much less an extra guest."
Ron's face grew red as he tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't take the taunting anymore and lashed out at Draco who dodged easily. The next few minutes consisted of Ron attempting to bet Draco to a pulp, but he just glided around the cabin, evading punches expertly. Soon, Draco threw a few hits himself, landing them in Ron's face, stomach, and a kick in the shoulder. Now Harry was steamed too and hit Draco in the face. It wasn't bad, only a cut on the cheek, but it was enough to start a riot.
"Enough!" Hermione screamed. Everything stopped in mid-air. Ron had Draco in a head-lock, and Harry was against the wall, almost unconscious.
"Malfoy get out of here before I hex you, and trust me I've been practicing!"
"I will not," he yelled straightening up, "be ordering around by a filthy mudblood!" Both boys started yelling crude insults at him but it was Hermione who got him out. She drew her wand and pointed it straight at the boy and yelled,
"OUT!"
He left, but only after he got a few more words in. So the three friends returned to their seats; Harry with a bloody nose, Ron with a swollen eyes, and Hermione with tears in her eyes.