Emerald Eyes: Chapter Seven

A/N: I hope this answers a few questions, and I also urge a few of you who seem rather confused to go back a read the last chapters, because you much have missed something when reading, coz come of your questions have already be answered. Xx.

Chapter Seven: Prophecy

Draco blinked up at his professor, then back at the phoenix on his arm. Dumbledore put his hand on Draco's opposite shoulder, sighing again. He seemed to be finding the right words to tell Draco in the easiest sense.

Sighing once more, he circled around his desk and sat opposite Draco once more.

"Draco, I don't really know the easiest way to put this but..." he stopped, sighing again.

Draco was beginning to get impatient, he wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his arm! "What?" Draco snapped, before closing his eyes and calming himself. "I'm sorry, Professor, but can you just tell me. I can take."

Dumbledore nodded, linking his fingers together in an arch, as he usually did during serious moments. "Draco, there's a prophecy."

"A prophecy?" Draco muttered, whacking his forehead with the palm of his hand, he should have know. "Another prophecy?"

Dumbledore nodded again, "Prophecies seem to be our thing these days," he admitted, trying to lighten the air to no avail. He turned his attention back to Draco once more, looking him directly in the eyes, so as to catch every emotion in his eyes.

"Let me guess, this prophecy involves me?"

"Well it does now, Draco," Snape put in, taking his seat again, though Draco didn't take his eyes from the Headmaster.

"Yes, now," Dumbledore agreed, "You see, Draco, there was a prophecy, long ago. It told of two who possessed the power to overcome great evil, but there weren't just two involved in the prophecy, there were five."

"What do you mean five? Five with the golden phoenix?" Draco was slightly confused once more.

Dumbledore shook his head this time. "No, only two with the phoenix. The prophecy says: Two with the golden phoenix, one from good, one from bad. One from the dead, who died at the hands of the evil - a muggle born. One turned good with the shape of the skull. And finally the one seeking revenge, of noble and ancient, but good, blood."

Draco struggled to take this all in, his hand played across the phoenix as he thought. "I guess I'm the one with the Golden Phoenix from the bad, right?"

McGonagall nodded, "This is what we believe. It says that all these five from different pasts will all join together to defeat the Great Evil. We believe this Great Evil to be Lord Voldemort."

Draco nodded, still taking all this in. As he broke contact with Dumbledore, he noticed the older man stood and began pacing. "We have suspicions of who the others may be, but we can't be entirely sure, not until we find the signs."

"What signs?" Draco asked, looking up at him now.

"Well, the two with the phoenix, the skull - or the dark mark; these are the physical signs, then there are the others. We've been trying to keep track of all those great witches or wizards whom were muggle born, and died at the hands of Voldemort - that hasn't been easy. We're still stuck on whom the last one is."

"Well, who isn't seeking revenge from the Dark Lord? But how many of them are from ancient and noble families? I mean, there aren't that many left," Draco told them, thinking more aloud though.

Dumbledore made a noise of recognition, obviously taking this all in.

"He's right, Albus," Snape admitted also. "The ancient and noble families have greatly diminished, some are completely extinct."

Dumbledore nodded once more, before seeminly snapping back to reality. "We much finish the ceremony."

The other two professors nodded, "Of course."

Dumbledore passed Draco a quill from across the desk, then passed the scroll of parchment forward. "You need to sign, Draco. Remember this is more than a binding contract. I warn you, if you break away from the Order, you will be cast into a meaningless, soulless existence suffered by those like Peter Petigrew."

Draco nodded, gulping. He knew of Pettigrew. Taking the quill, summing up his will power, he pressed the quill to the parchment, scribbling his name across it quickly.

Dumbledore shook his hand, "Congratulations, Draco, you're a member. Here, this is a two-way mirror, used only by the Order. I believe you know about them?"

Draco was shocked that Dumbledore knew this little fact about him, but he was right. Draco did know about the mirrors, his Father had told him of them many years ago. He had alway read additional information on them. Draco nodded to Dumbledore, showing that he did. All you had to do was say someone's full name into the mirror, and it would instantly contact that person, as long as they had a mirror on them as well.

"Thank you," Draco told him, then looking at McGonagall and Snape. They both nodded, recognising his thank you.

Dumbledore settled back in his chair. "It's been a long day, Draco. You should go down to the Great Hall, dinner should be ready soon. We'll be down in a moment."

Draco stood, knowing he way dismissed. With the three professors' eyes on his back, he quickly left the room.

Sorry to stop it here, and I know its taking me forever to bring Harry back into the story, but you'll either have to wait ages for the next chapter, or get this little one because I might not be able to update for a few days, and I don't want to risk leaving you with no chapter. So here it is.

Special thanks goes out to my new reviewers: Teya the amazing, Inaika, WhyLive, WishingStarr, HieiKuramaFan, Sheree, and Lost Fairy. Thanks for liking my story. And even more thanks to my old reviewers: SerenityMeowth, BabeGia103, AloraBraken, Slash-Lover, Addictionof Dark Kittie, and Lightsword. You guys are awesome, you keep me running, I'll try and keep updating as soon as I can, promise. Xx.