Mike tapped her on the shoulder, "Em, can I talk to you for a second?" it was later in the day, after 11th period (the last period), and Emmi was at her locker getting ready to meet up with Ron for her magic lesson.
"Sure. What's on your mind?"
He took a deep breathe, "Look, you know the dance? You're going right?"
"Yea, with Ron. Are you going to be there?"
"Yea, but I don't think you should be."
Emmi questioned, "Why?" She felt an odd sensation of Desa Vu, "Why? Do you think something is going to happen?"
"I don't know, everything is my fault."
She was speechless for the moment, "But why?" He wasn't making sense.
He looked like he wanted to say more, but all that he replayed by shrugging, "Just watch out for yourself. See ya later," and walked away.
Odd. She thought as she went to meet up with Ron.
Ron was nervous to be alone with her now that he asked her to the dance. Maybe I should have waited longer to ask her, but the dance is tomorrow! I only just worked up the courage to ask her, I didn't deserve to be sorted into Gryffindor. Does she expect me to hold her hand, or anything different then what I normally do? I hardly ever even hug her, and I know she's the kind of girl who likes hugs. Her other friends, that happen to be boys, are always hugging her, yet they always call her a dumb blonde, when she's not! She's on of the brightest witches that I know, with the exception of Hermione. What if she thinks that's weird? But I can't just act as though I didn't ask her. Bloody hell!
"Ron? Why were you rearranging the books on the table?" Emmi asked as she walked to their regular seats.
He only then noticed he was doing that, "Just wanted to make it look neat," That was thick!
"Oh, okay. Just asking. So what are we going to learn today?"
"I was thinking that you should learn the summoning spell."
"But I already now that! Harry used it in 4th year, for the Triwizard Tournament."
"Have you ever tried it?"
"No. Fine"
They spent a half-hour on the spell, when Malfoy came running into the library.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked as Malfoy tried to catch his breath. He sat down in the set next to him and whispered in an argent voice, "You have to come back with me to the apartment now! We just received news that on Voldemart. It has something to do with his opposite. "
"What! Emmi look I'm sorry, but I have to go," Ron started to shove all the books into his bag.
"Could I come? I could help in some way-?"
"No, please don't. I'll tell you later."
"Fine, just, take care of yourself," It was then, when she grabbed his neck, and lowered him so she could give him a kiss on the cheek.
Ron blushed, "I'll talk to you later." And he and Malfoy raced out of the library.
"Why did she do that?" Malfoy asked.
"No reason I guess," Ron didn't want to tell Malfoy that he asked Emmi to the dance (he was still a git according to Ron).
They run into the apartment hidden well under the school, just as Dumbledore arrived.
"Head Master what are we going to do? We can't let this be known to muggles, but to put all there lives in danger would be murderous," Snape sounded as though he was panting, and nearly jumped on the old man. Hermione was just sitting waiting for the orders to be given out.
Dumbledore, silently took a set in one of the armchairs, and rubbed his brow, "Severus. Severus, I know. Please now sit down. All that pacing you're doing is giving me a head ache."
Snape sat down.
"Now, I have come to the understanding that The Dark Lord Voldemart is going to attack the High School, it must be true, all those rumors…"
"You're saying that you didn't know for sure that there was even a 3rd possible person for the prophecy?" Hermione asked.
"One can never be fully sure Ms. Granger," Dumbledore answered, "I had felt it would be best to just check out what Voldemart was hearing, but for the likeliness of there being a 3rd person, it was very slim. But I thought if we had to look, it would be smart to go to one of the best school's of witch crafty and wizardry in the only country that is known to us to have an Order of the Phinex besides Britain."
"Hold on, the High School, isn't just a high school? They teach magic there?" Ron asked, thinking of Emmi, Lauren, and all the other people he had met.
"Snape what haven't you been telling the children? Do they know nothing about why they are here?" Dumbledore's voice raised slightly with anger.
Snape stammered, "Well, I, they aren't full age witches and wizards, and it didn't seem right for them to know everything, or else they would go around babbling all the secrets to the first person they find, just as Mr. Weasley had done," Snape's eyes narrowed towards Ron, but he clearly forgot that Malfoy had dueled with someone in the middle of a muggle inhabited area.
" Severus it was a good thing that they told them, more help searching. We haven't go much of a clue of who it is, since I'm not as familiar with the Order over in this country. It could be anyone who's birthday falls near the end of July. In a school of 2800 young adults, it could be any of them."
"How are they being taught their magic?" Ron asked, that was the only thing on his mind.
"Why," Hermione said, "are you asking that? That's a stupid question, it's the least of out problems, what else don't we know?"
"Now now, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley's question ties well in with the rest of it. Now, most teenagers in that school, have magic in there blood. But, as Ms. Granger, has told you, they have to have someone find out in this country. They don't learn by letter here if they do or do not have a magical ability, but if someone, anyone, in there family knows about wizardry would take them at a certain age to a place where they have a simple test done to see if they have any sort of magic in them. Unfortunately, too many wizards were not knowing of their powers, and to me, that is a very tragic thing. If you have it in you, you should be able to learn how to use magic. Then not to long ago, a Mistress of Magic thought of a new way for any wizard child to learn. Once you became of age to start learning, you would dream your lessons. The dream itself would seem very boring. The dreamer would find one's self in a room sitting next to towering books. It was not the best way, but with the technology it was all we could do. They would never know that they had the magic, until it came time for them to use it. Ron, that is why Emmi is perfecting in all her subjects so quickly, she learned it already." Dumbledore looked to Malfoy, "I'm surprised you have yet to start recalling all of Lauren Champagne's lessons. Last I heard you and her were becoming quiet a couple."
The spotlight was on Draco, and Dumbledore was making him dance, "We had a fight. She hasn't spoken to me since I dueled with her ex-boyfriend Shane Whats-his-last-name. I don't understand what I did wrong! I really liked her and I didn't want some muggle having her!"
"Have you not comprehended anything of what the Head Master said?" Hermione elbowed Draco, "They all know magic in that school!"
"Ah not all, and Mr. Malfoy was right about Shane Investro, he is indeed a squib, and a rather fowl one too," Dumbledore stated. "He is heartless and rather… clueless of the world around him."
Ron whispered to Malfoy, "Did Dumbledore just say clueless?"
"Sir, please" Hermione begged, "That is all good and well but what about the mission? What is going to happen on the night of the dance?" She was getting impatient.
"Yes, yes, of course. From the beginning…"
Hermione groaned.
" I was sitting in my office, eating a nice lemon tart, and watching Harry Potter scream in agony about his scar, which frankly is getting to be very boring, every day that kid has another problem, either with seeing his mother's ghost in the bath, or killing chickens! Then an owl came! I was in shook! No one ever remembers my birthday, and I was thinking that maybe for once in my life someone had went to Hallmark and bought me a card. But that must be to much to ask for on my 171st birthday since it wasn't a cute little pop-up card that would have a nice little greeting in it, but a threat from a Death Eater! It said," Dumbledore reached into his cloak pocket, and unfolded a piece of paper, " ' We know about the 3rd boy in the prophecy! We are going to kill him the night when the children would least expect it, leaving the only other possible on for the prophecy to be Harry Potter (we will get to him eventually). The two bloods of the different souls will be found! DE- Poison', Then I looked at it again, and had to contact you at once!"
"D.E. Poison?" Hermione questioned.
Dumbledore nodded, "Death Eater, then the 'code name' poison. Stupid, is it not?"
"Dumbledore, how did you know that The Dark Lord would come on the night of the dance?"
"After a lot of consternation, the night of the dance is Valentine's day, and Voldemart hates love. Hee hee, oxi-morons! Now when is this event taking place?"
Ron shook his head, "Tomorrow,"
"We don't have much time. You all must go, and keep an eye out, make sure everyone stays in one room. If anyone at all leaves, follow them!"
Hermione grumped, "But that's not much of a plan! And what does he mean 'the two bloods of different souls will be found'? He needs more blood?"
"With the amount of information we have, it's the best we can do. I don't know what it all means. Voldemart is getting more powerful and smarter. He knows that we are one step behind by finding this out so late." Dumbledore sighed, "I have to go, my lemon tarts are getting cold. The only other thing I know is that you have to start from the beginning. Tootles!" The old man got up, and grabbed some floo powder while walking to the fireplace. In a flash of fire he disappeared into the green flames.
When Ron came to his senses he jumped, "I have to call Emmi!"
Snape halted him, "You will do no such thing!"
"But why? She taught me how to use a cell phone, and we have the emergency one! She needs to know this-"
Snape slammed his hand on the nearest table, "No! Not another one is to know about this, even your precious Emily Burner! Tomorrow, you are to go throughout the day as though you now nothing of this, then at the social gathering you are to do as the headmaster said, Keep them all in the same room and you should be fine."
"But what is stopping Voldemart from killing all of them?" Malfoy said hotly.
"It's a Valentines social! All the love in the same room would kill him. He might be off his nuttier, but he has enough smart followers to tell him that Mr. Malfoy. Your father was one of them."
"I don't fucking care what my Father did! I'm disgraced to have his blood in my veins! If you weren't aware, I'm on the Order's side more then you are! I'm not the one that has a sign permintly tattooed to my arm! It must burn a lot doesn't it? To have the constant reminder of your past lay resting on you!"
Snape's upper lip curled into a snarl, "Good night Mr. Malfoy," He turned around and made a fool's walk down the hall to his room, leaving Malfoy sweating.
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A/N: Wow…2 months typing, 1month of finding out how to work the chapter manger. I say I'm doing this rather well hee hee. Oh and plez notice that the last 2 chapters I edited it all by myself.
Are u guys getting it? At all where this is going? Any really confusing parts?
Okay, next chapter they will be at the dance. Are u feeling the angst? The drama! I'm so excited! (as u can tell with my extra uses of explanation points.
REVIEW! As always, no flames, contrive criticism always welcomed.
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