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The Forgotten Prophecy

Written By: Jeeths

Chapter 2: The Meeting at Diagon Alley (one year later)

Ginny was overly excited. She was going to Hogwarts for her first year. She hoped to peruse the books in Flourish and Blotts with her mother after leaving a secondhand robe shop for her school robes. She wished she could have shopped with Ron, Hermione, and Harry…Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived, who seemed to barely notice her. It would have been amazing for Ginny to spend the day shopping with him, even if she would shop for bargain clothes and supplies, while he had inherited all of his parents' money.

At the moment, she was delayed in her task as they were waiting in line to see Gilderoy Lockhart. Dodgy man if you asked her. She saw the trio squeeze through the crowd towards them. They slowly got closer to Lockhart. Ginny was being shoved around so much that she didn't really appreciate being short at the moment. Heck, when did she ever appreciate it? Lockhart looked up and seemed to have spotted Harry. He pulled Harry over, making a rather large commotion. Lockhart shoved a massive amount of books in Harry's hands while posing for a picture, the photographer rudely shoving Ginny over while trying to get a good shot. Harry finally got away from the crowd and the photographer who was still frantically taking pictures, heading directly towards her!

"You have these" Harry told her, dropping the books into the cauldron in her hands, making her stagger under the weight and blush. "I'll buy my own—"

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" a voiced snarled, causing Ginny to turn around sharply.
Draco Malfoy strode out of Knockturn Alley, harshly turning around the corner. He was in quite the bad mood. He had wanted the Hand of Glory badly, but his father refused to buy it for him. He said he wanted him to amount to something more than a thieve or plunderer. Just because he wasn't the top of his class didn't mean that he was going to become a thief! He had just wanted the damn withered hand on the cushion! And on top of it all, he had just run into a witch with a tray of fingernails!

He trailed behind his father to Flourish and Blotts for his school books. However, it seemed there was a fairly large crowd at the entrance. Draco shoved some people about, trying to get to source of it all. From the snatches of conversations he heard, Gilderoy Lockhart was doing a book signing. Draco snarled at the nearest person who dared jostle him. Couldn't they take these stupid publicity stunts elsewhere? There were people who had things to take care of! He moved over to the side of the store, preferring to get his required books and out of the crowd as quickly as possible.

"It CAN'T be Harry Potter?"

Draco sneered as he was knocked about, the crowd parting to allow Harry to be pulled forward. Why does everyone have to go into a frenzy at the mention of his name? Can't they get over it? And there he is, soaking it all up! Draco rolled his eyes at the sight of Potter basking in all his never-ending glory. He watched as Potter moved over to a young redheaded girl—a Weasley. Potter dumped all the Hogwarts books into a cauldron in her hands. She weakly staggered. Go figure, Saint Potter would give to charity any day, without any reason at all. That must mean she was going into her first year at Hogwarts. He swiftly stalked over to the two, rudely cutting into their conversation
"Bet you loved that didn't you, Potter?" a voice snarled, causing Ginny to turn around sharply. "Famous Harry Potter can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." Surprisingly, the redheaded girl yelled,

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" glaring at him furiously, sparks in her dirt brown eyes.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" he spat changing his glance from the young girl back up to those green eyes level with his. He didn't take it lightly that she spoke out against him. He smirked in triumph, as she went red as the color of her hair, rapidly shutting up in that envelope of hers.

Ron and Hermione came to see what the commotion was about. Insults flew rapidly, and Ron showed his Weasley temper. As Mr. Weasley stepped in, the commotion abruptly stopped, until, that is, Mr. Malfoy made an entrance. He began talking of Mr. Weasley's job, but not in a friendly manner.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear. All those extra raids…I hope they're paying you overtime?"

Ginny was surprised as well as annoyed as Mr. Malfoy pulled out her old, tattered transfiguration book from her cauldron.

"Obviously not," said Mr. Malfoy. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if the don't even pay you well for it?"

Ginny flushed and felt her temper rise. How dare he speak of them in such a manner? Ginny was so deep in her thoughts that she was brought back to earth only when someone barreled her cauldron towards her. She screwed her eyes shut, preparing for major pain as the cauldron was very solid metal and full of books at that. However, she felt someone grab her shoulders and yank her out of the path of the cauldron, and she heard the cauldron land with a thud. She looked to see her rescuer and wasn't even paying attention to the brawl between her father and Mr. Malfoy. She saw someone she wouldn't have expected, Draco Malfoy. She looked up into his silvery eyes, the eyes she had met last time she was saying good-bye to her brothers as they sped off on the Hogwarts Express. He jerked his look away abruptly. He shoved her away and stalked past her. She brought her attention back to the quarrel. Hagrid had both Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy held back from each other. She staggered back as Mr. Malfoy thrust her transfiguration book at her.

"Here, girl—take your book—it's the best your father can give you," he sneered pulling himself away from Hagrid's grip. He gestured for Draco to follow him, and they stalked out of the shop, father and son's robes billowing out behind them. Ginny pulled her eyes away from Draco's retreating back, to her transfiguration book which fell open, revealing a small black book. She flipped it to the 1st page; it said "T.M. Riddle" in smudged ink.
To Be Continued…

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