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Chapter 15: The Prophecy-Part I

The rain pounded hard on Harry's face, making it difficult for him to see. He was lucky that it was daytime, as the sky provided a minimal amount of light trough the grey clouds. All around him battles were going on. To his left, he saw Tonks dueling Crabbe's father. To his right there was Bill Weasley wrestling a still-masked Death Eater to the ground. There was Remus, fighting Bellatrix Lestrang with a personal vengeance. Harry was relieved to see that the DA members in his sight were battling student Death Eaters instead of fully trained adults.

Harry had no idea where he was supposed to go. He knew that Voldemort was out there somewhere, but he didn't know where. Suddenly, a loud cry came from somewhere behind him, and he whirled around in time to place a shield charm against the stunner headed his way. He heard the person swear and realized that the curse had come from Neville.

"Sorry, Harry, I missed!" the boy shouted, dodging a curse sent at him by Theodore Nott. Harry hit Nott in the mall of his back with a stunner as the Slytherin made a move at Neville. Nott fell forward and Harry rushed to help Neville up.

"Thanks," Neville panted out.

"No problem," Harry said. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have see Lord Voldemort around, have you?" he asked nonchalantly. Neville laughed.

"No, but if I do, I'll let him know you're looking for him."

"Thanks!" Harry said, and took off. His spirits were slightly lifted as he found he people were still capable of jokes, even surrounded by battling Death Eaters.

Harry's heart sank, however, as he came across a battle involving Ron. Ron was surely in no condition to be dueling, especially since he was dueling Blaise Zabini, who Harry knew to be an excellent strategist and knew a load of illegal hexes. He was a Death Eater, after all. But as he watched—hesitant to jump in, in case he was wrong about Ron—it seemed as if Ron had the upper hand. Zabini had an uncertain look on his face, as if he really didn't want to be there, but he had to, at the risk of being vaporized by Voldemort.

Ron shot a well-laced Impediment Jinx at Zabini. But Harry had seen Zabini on a broom (he was a chaser for Slytherin) and the man had wicked reflexes. Zabini hit the ground, rolled over, and sprang up, hitting Ron in the chest with a Full-Body Bind hex before he had even gotten completely to his feet. Ron was flat on his back, completely under the effects of the curse. Zabini bent over him, grinning. Harry raised his wand, and the Stunning Spell was on his lips before he realized that Zabini was talking to Ron with his wand hanging limply at his side. Harry began to move forward to listen when something his him square between the shoulder blades, sending him head over heels through the air. He landed flat on his back at Zabini's feet, the wind knocked out of him. Zabini tensed considerably and raised his wand, aiming somewhere over Harry's head. He suddenly dropped his arm to his side and cursed.

"Pansy, you moron!" he hissed. "You hit Potter!"

"Oops," Harry heard a feminine voice behind him say. Pansy Parkinson's face appeared over his, upside down. "Sorry. I thought it was someone else."

"Obviously," Zabini growled, shaking his head. "Come on, Potter, get up. We've gotta get out of the way here." He held out his hand and pulled Harry to his feet. "Pansy, grab Weasley and drag him over here." He pulled Harry into the forest, which Harry noticed was right next to them. His instincts were screaming at him that it was a very bad idea to follow two Slytherin Death Eaters into the forest, but Zabini had such a tight hold on him that he really had no choice.

Zabini stopped in a clearing and let go of Harry. They both turned to watch Pansy dragging a still-frozen Ron into the clearing by his ankles. She dropped him unceremoniously and stood up straight, brushing out her hair with her fingers. Harry turned to Zabini.

"What's going on?" he asked suspiciously Zabini grinned.

"We're on your side, Potter," Pansy said loftily, still brushing her hair. Harry stared at them disbelievingly.

"Then why did you freeze Ron?" he asked, gesturing to the red head on the ground. Ron glared at all of them.

Zabini snorted. "I tried to explain to him that we were fighting with you, but the stupid prick wouldn't stop attacking. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I froze him. I was just starting to explain when you so gracefully interrupted.

Harry flushed but kept speaking. "Why are you on our side?" he asked. Zabini shrugged.

"Honestly…I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "I guess you could say I'm fed up with the Dark Lord and all the evil crap he's been feeding us. How 'bout you, Pansy?"

The girl shrugged as well. "Same reason, I suppose," she said casually. "I'll just be glad when the whole stupid war is over."

Harry eyed the two carefully, then sighed. "All right, I believe you. Just…unfreeze him or something. He's really creeping me out, glaring like that."

Zabini waved his wand at Ron, who fell limply to the ground. He sprang to his feet, angrily glaring around.

"Listen, Zabini," he began, but Zabini cut in.

"Okay, if we're on the same team, at least act like it," He said angrily. "MY name is Blaise. Get used to it."

Ron glared for a moment before speaking. "Fine," he snapped.

"Maybe we should get back to the battle," Harry suggested. Blaise began to agree, but suddenly his right hand clutched a spot on his left arm. He hissed in pain before looking back up at Harry.

"He's calling," he said. "I have to go."

"Wait, I thought you were on out side," Ron objected.

"Well, I can't very well ignore a call from my master, can I? "Blaise said, shrugging. "Come on, Potter, let's go."

"Wait, why does Harry have to go?" Ron demanded. Blaise rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to answer, but Harry cut him off.

"I can spy on them and figure out their next move," Harry said.

"Wait a minute," Pansy said suddenly. "Mine didn't burn."

"What?" Blaise snapped, rounding on her. "What do you mean yours didn't burn, Parkinson?"

"It. Didn't. Burn," Pansy said slowly and calmly.

"Well, I didn't imagine it! I—ow!" Blaise yelped, clutching his forearm again. Pansy paled.

"Blaise, maybe he knows we're helping Potter!" she exclaimed. Blaise leaped forward and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Shh!" he hissed fiercely. "What if someone's listening?"

"Sorry," Pansy whispered. Blaise moved to the entrance of the forest and looked out at the on-going battle. He came back in, shaking his head.

"I'm the only one he called," he said. "Everyone else is still out there fighting."

"Not everyone," a voice said suddenly. Pansy screamed as Draco leaped into view, his wand pointed at Blaise.

"I can't believe I trusted you, Zabini!" he yelled. "Let Potter and Weasley go," he said in what would have been a threatening voice if he weren't so completely mistaken. Blaise snorted.

"Shut up, Draco," Harry snapped, grabbing the blonde's arm and pulling him back.

"Let go, Harry, I'm trying to rescue you," Draco snarled, glaring at Blaise, who was shaking with suppressed laughter. His gaze slid to Pansy, who was in the same state as Blaise. Draco's wand arm dropped.

"What?" he snapped. "What in the name of Merlin is so funny?"

"You," Blaise choked out. Draco looked confused.

"What?"

"Draco, you prat, I don't need saving," Harry said in exasperation.

"You…You don't?" Draco asked, completely bewildered.

"He's on our side, you idiot," Harry snapped. Draco looked at Blaise, who nodded.

"He is?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. "He's not a…?" Harry shook his head. "And Pansy's not…?" Another head shake. Draco looked around at them all. "Oh."

Harry snorted and turned back to Blaise. "So, are you gonna go, or not?"

"Oh!" Blaise exclaimed, taking off. "My bad!" he shouted over his shoulder. Harry shook his head.

"Slytherins," he muttered.