:O! gasp! i've updated! with a longish chappy too! longest yet, i think. dunno how good it'll be, but i've been aweful busy. and i will be all through feb. so just hang tight, this will probably be a logn wait. it really depends. but anyways, here's the reading, and enjoy!

My mind ragged with thoughts as the week drew further. I could never get Professor Trelawney's voice from my head, the prophecy rang through my head, pounding all sanity to a painful pulp. From what I had heard, she had muttered a real, honest to god prophecy, and it freaked me out. The night after I heard it, I lied in bed, unable to sleep, eat, or do much of anything else. For once though, I had peace and quiet to think. It was indeed a prophecy, and it meant something. What, I did not know.

The next chance I got, I went up to my dormitory and sat on my bed. I yanked the curtains shut and sat cross-legged.

One yet to be born to power great
Held still in the balance of fate

Did that mean my baby?

If one falls to the path of Dark
One who lived shall live no more

If she makes it to the dark side, we all die?

One who lived shall live no more
If one rises to the path of Blue

I had to think hard on this part. Someone specific was going to die. Someone who lived before. Harry Potter, the boy who lived?

Those of light shall prevail
One Prophecy shall win

Somehow this all could be stopped, it seemed like.

And one shall fail
Only the safety of one shall decide

I ran this through my head over and over again. Life would be so much simpler if we couldn't see into the future.

The first half of the prophecy went through my brain. If it did, indeed, mean my baby, and that the Dark side was involved in this, then You-know-who has some connection to me baby. The worst hit me first;

Is he the father?

I refused to believe that. And something in my chest told me it wasn't true. You-know-who wouldn't come to Hogwarts, especially if Dumbledore was here. I had heard the trio talking all about him all the time, when they thought no one could hear them. They didn't have a secret barrier all around them; I knew almost everything about Harry's problems with You-know-who; and everything about that man/thing.

I knew he was associated, and that was enough to scare me. I thought longer and harder about the prophecy. All I knew was that I needed to find out more about this. Maybe the "father" would visit me again so. So very soon….

My wish came around my three month mark. It was November, and even though my stomach wasn't showing much, I had definitely gained weight. I knew I would have to start shopping for larger robes soon, I could possibly send home and make someone there do that instead. People still looked at me wherever I went, and I knew they were thinking I was a whore. I shouldn't care what people think of me, but I did.

I was alone in the dormitories, as always. Hermione was hardly ever around. I had barely said a word to her in ages. She would scoff at the prophecy, even with her brains she never thought outside of the box. I was lying on my four poster, looking through some books about babies and pregnancy. My head was aching from everything I knew I was getting myself into.

The window rattled. I jolted up and tossed the books aside. There was, again, the dark figure. He almost glided through the window, and shut it quick, stopping the cold bitter wind from entering my premises. Eager to see who it was this time, I scrambled off the bed and stood up a few feet in front of him.

"You didn't go to the closet? Don't you want to know who I am?" he sounded almost angry. Maybe it was just because of the prophecy, but shivers went up my spine.

"I didn't have the time," I said. I took a small step back.

"So how are you, are you doing well?" he didn't sound as nice as he did the last two encounters.

"I-I'm fine. Baby's well," I sat back on the bed. Something hit me, suddenly, like a brick swung from 50 miles away at 79 knots per hour. One yet born, my baby, held in the balance of fate. My baby, if in wrath of the dark, will triumph over Harry Potter, the boy who lived. My baby was only safe with me. And You-know-who wanted my baby. I shivered alive, as the man walked towards me. Things didn't feel safe, not at all. It must have been my mind before, playing tricks on me, that told me everything would be okay. Nothing was ever okay here. Nothing.

He reached out a hand. "Why so cold?" he asked, stepping even closer. I didn't utter anything. He reached out and touched the side of my arm with the back of his hand. My neck prickled. Such a gentle touch from such a weirdo. "You know!" he burst out! I took a step backwards, and collided back with the bed. I sat down quickly as my knees gave away. Narrow eyes glared at me from the depths of the shadows in his hood.

"Wh-what?" something spoke in the back of my throat. I put my hand on my stomach, protecting my child.

"Don't play stupid!" he flared at me, stepping right in front of me. I looked up at him, feeling the color drain from my face. I stayed stupid. The second I had an idea of what all this meant, and he knew that I knew. He, however, had lost his temper. With one fluid motion, h struck me across the face. I fell to the floor, my face stinging.

"I knew I couldn't trust someone other than me to bring you to me! I wanted to create as little fuss as possible, Dumbledore can sense trouble in a second!" I stumbled up. You-know-who had touched me arm! And he was in my room. With me. My heart beat doubled in speed.

I turned, towards the door, but felt something grab onto my wrist. Hard. "Go nowhere!" he hollered. I did the only thing that came to my mind; I slapped his hand. He released me but drew out his wand. "You want to fight with me? Okay, I'll give you the glory."

I gulped.

"Crucio!" Pain exploded around me. I fell to the ground, I was on fire. "BABY!" I screamed, very high pitched. The pain stopped abruptly. "Get up!" he ordered. "There's still damage I can do to you and not your baby!" I didn't move. An invisible force brought me to me feet, nonetheless. "Come!" he grabbed me around the waist and I screamed again. He picked me up in his arms, something I never thought the Dark Lord would do, and started walking. Almost to the window, when I heard the door crash open and someone shouted.

"I know who the father is!" Hermione suddenly gasped as she became aware of the situation. "WHO ARE YOU!" she bellowed, drawing out her wand. I was dropped on the hard stone. More pain shot through my butt as I landed. Hermione took no notice to me though. It was if she already knew my captive.

To my shocking surprise, he leapt out the window and fled. "What was Voldemort doing here!" she breathed heavily. I just lied there on the floor.

"Prophecy," I moaned. More surprise to me, she didn't look appalled nor did she scoff.

"And?"

"You-know-who," I sighed, my voice shaky, "Needs my baby. Baby is the only one who can for sure kill…..kill Harry." Silence filled the room. Hermione stepped up to me and sat on the floor where I lay limp.

"He's not that father though," she nodded slowly.

"Not father," I mumbled, the worlds just barely rolling off my tongue.

"Well, I figured out who it was. And he doesn't remember what happened with the love potion. Your going to have to tell him, you know. He has no idea he has a child," she sighed, and grabbled my shoulder. "Get to bed, and sleep, I'll go talk to Dumbledore," I slowly ambled up and sat on the bed.

"Who is the he?" I spoke again. Hermione smiled big and spoke.

I am evil, ain't i? RIGHT at the point you all have been wanting to read. Well, if i do get around to writing, then you can find out soon! maybe...i dunno! but here's you next chappy!

Snicket