Shitza: Rain... rain... rain... rain... Why can't it be sunshine?!
Tári: She's really going insane.
Shitza: Boring stupid rain will never leave us, sigh. I want the sun!
Tári: Shitza owns nothing except for the few characters she's made up. She would gladly trade those characters for a bit of sunshine.
Chapter 3 Reunion
Harry lay on his bed, rereading all letters and notes, from Order meetings, he had. There had been a lot of strange things happening ever since the return for the summer. For example, Wormtail, who mysteriously seemed to have vanished, they've heard he had been thrown out on the streets. No one had heard a word from it, they only had Snape's words on it. Snape was back, after a year of apologises, with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.
Harry yawned and sat up. He would never be able to do all of this all by himself. Preparing for a duel, trying to find out everything that was going on. Also to find the missing pieces of the Prophecy. Why did people go to him about help.
-It's because whom you are.- the dragon said in his mind.
'I never gave you permission to disturb on my privacy' he said shutting the half god out. He wasn't that fond of the dragon any more, especially since he had found him sneaking into his business.
Harry looked over at his watch, which said 8:02am. Why did he always have to get up so early. It was as if he knew when things were about to happen, but mostly it had been false alarms. It was as if his mind was preparing itself for something, he had his guesses, but all of them seamed insane.
He got dressed and walked up. He yawned, several times, he had been awake since a quarter to six. He walked out in the corridor where he met Cassandra and Neville, both looking sleepy.
"Any idea when Hermione and Draco will turn up?" she asked Neville.
"I believe it will be in about half an hour." The all-seeing Hufflepuff said.
"Good morning!" Harry said when they walked past his door, not noticing him standing there.
Cassandra abruptly turned around, followed by Neville, who smiled.
"Where are you think you're going?" he asked already knowing the answer. In the end of the corridor lay Ron's room and it was pretty obvious what they were about to do. He stood by the doorway as Cassandra continued dragging Neville along. Minutes after, after that they had sneaked in, he heard a roar and two shrieks as Neville ran out, having been prepared for it. Cassandra on the contrary hadn't had that much luck.
"CASSANDRA! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! JUST WAIT UNTIL I CAN GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"
There was a series of braking noises and large crashes as he supposed Ron was chasing the girl around. Harry shook his head and counted down three seconds. Three seconds later Cassandra returned, looking pretty much the same. But when Ron walked out he was soaked, his hair had been transfigured into seaweed and he was pretty much angry.
"Just thought you needed a quick awakening." She said giggling.
"Ha ha, very funny Ravenclaw. Next time you can make my ears disappear too. Next time, you won't escape this easy."
He walked back to his room, outraged. Harry snorted, the seaweed had indeed looked funny enough.
Cassandra fled down to the kitchen, to get something to eat. Neville walked back to his own room to look up some calculations on astrology. Harry was about to walk up to Ron, when his aunt called him, once again.
"Harry, you have visitors!"
He sighed, he sure had a lot of visitors in the morning. He walked down and opened the constantly ringing door, but as soon as he had managed to open it...
"HARRY!" the voice of Hermione Granger screamed while giving him a hug that almost made him fall over. Right behind her stood Draco, giving him a odd look, but he was smiling so at least Harry could be sure about that he wouldn't curse him behind his back.
Cassandra came out from the kitchen, munching on a toast. Ron, now fully dressed and Neville came down from the stairs. Cassandra quickly gave Hermione a hug, Neville went to shake Draco's hand, Ron tried to ignore Draco, but instead he gave Hermione a tight squeeze. Harry saw the heir of Slytherin's eyes darken. Some people he could accept to touch his girlfriend. Yet he did nothing, because he knew that if he did the other heirs surely would stop trusting him and Hermione would leave him standing in a corner. Or so, he thought.
"So what made you come here?" Cassandra asked Draco. The heirs surely had become more relaxed about him and started to make him as one of them. Yet, there still laid a cover of untrustworthy feelings, but that was slowly disappearing.
"Well, Hermione and me have received some disturbing news. The Death Eaters are on their move again and I'm pretty sure they'll be here soon."
"Here! At the Headquarters?! How?!"
"We've not been able to find out more about that, yet. The Dark Lord has created not only a few barriers that has shielded him from us and now we can only guess what he meant. The Order has gained a lot of members lately, are you absolutely sure that they all have been checked up?" Draco said.
"Positive, Dumbledore never misses a Death eater!" Ron said.
"Oh, I wouldn't bet on that, Weasley" Draco said, laughing silently. "Don't forget our last DADA teacher."
"Oh, I did forget." Ron admitted ashamed by the fact of his poor memory.
Harry shook his head, really, that wasn't anything to be ashamed of. Poor Ron could blame himself for anything.
"Well, welcome back" Cassandra said, smiling. She showed them inside and levitated their school trunks to the spare rooms.
"Well, I better get back to see what the stars have to say." Neville said.
Ron scratched his ear. "How will you do that?"
"Magic" was all Neville said before disapparating back to his room.
(Shitza: Do remember that they are seventeen by now)
"Well" Cassandra said still nibbling on her half finished toast. "I'd better get back to the kitchen."
Ron looked menacingly at her. When she had her back on them he waved his wand and muttered.
"Capillon viridis"
From the kitchen there was a scream and Ron quickly walked away. Cassandra returned, angry as ever. Harry, Draco and Hermione had a hard time not to brake out in hideous laughter as they saw what Ron had done. Her hair had turned lime green.
Cassandra disappeared out of sight, heading in the same direction as Ron.
"He's going to receive hell for that" Draco predicted and he was right. Moments later they saw Ron again, this time chased by a pair of magical scissors that threatened him by cutting of every single strain of hair.
"Harry" Draco said, suddenly looking strangely at him, he was sort of determined, he could see it all in the Slytherin's eyes. "There's another reason for us coming, or at least for me coming. There's something you need to know..."
Harry looked curious at him. What did he mean?
"It's about Voldemort..." Draco continued. "It is really bad news. I suppose you've heard of him getting immortal, well that's true, he is. I've seen it while hiding in France. Yet that is not the bad news, the bad news are..."
Harry wondered what could be worse then the dark Lord gaining immortality. His question was soon to be answered.
"He has found the Prophecy, all of it. Every single verse, every single word."
"What! How did you find out... what has happened?"
"There's a student in Salem, one of my pen pals. He told me, right after the attack on the school.
To reviewers: Sorry for this chapter's shortness, but I have received a mild version of the writers block, and it arrived right in the middle. Sigh, I do hope it will disappear soon, this is getting annoying. Anyway, I still have ideas, but they are flowing slower then usual. Grrrrrrrr
richard: Here's the update, sorry for taking time, but I have three stories to take care of and that's pretty hard.
Silvar: Looking forward to read your story, sounds very interesting. Hope you liked this chapter.
Nightwing 509: Glad you liked it, I hope you liked this chapter even if it was short.
robo22: Okay, would really not be surprised if there were tons of spelling mistakes in this. God, I hate those writers' blocks.
CrystalSparks: Thank you for such a kind review. Well, better of answering as much as I can for your questions. Yes, the snake has an important task ahead and it will be a good pet. The star, well that's really a secret.
Alanpatty07: Well, I don't think I will kill my heirs, unless I'm in a really bad mood, you'll see. And yes, this fic' will probably be a bit darker, but I'll put some cheerful episodes here and there. I do hope I won't scare you away. (laughs) Well (ducks flying rotten tomatoes) I'll try to update soon.
blaze potter: Oh, wondering whom Draco's pen pal is. Haven't you guessed yet. Well, I was thinking of a quick enter so, hope you liked it.
Ps: Don't get mad at me for making the character Draco's pen pal.
Allacaya: You wouldn't envy me if you knew the almost constant weather here. This is the eight day in a row it has been raining. Besides, you should know I am really curious about you, since you know a very good Swedish, yet you say you live in the middle of Europe.
Ps: I do agree, the snake is cute and it will be cuter. Only problem to come up with a name. Any suggestions maybe?
morwen24: No, I'm not whipping myself out, even if could seem so. I live for writing, or so I can see it for myself and would you ever forbid me from writing, then I would probably go and hang myself. Hope you liked this chapter, it wasn't as good as the last. I'll try to update soon.
midnight-fox-55: Imagination, that's my weapon. Imagination. Yet now I feel it has gone a bit rusty... typical. Where the oil?
Spacko: No, the death strike was my invention, has really another fiction author used it, never knew. And I agree, it would have been a lot easier to write spells with a guide, but what I would need is a Latin dictionary. Anyway, thinking of taking Latin next year at school.
ThE 3 cAbAlLeRoS: Hope you liked this chapter and I'm glad you like this fic. See you next time, hopefully!
End Notes:
Shitza: Exhausted, Tired and still raining: Switched school again, Yay. Don't ask why!
Tári: You need a holiday, to bad summer is over.
Shitza: Have to be up by bloody six in the morning!!!
Seeeza: Please review, maybe some reviews can cal her down.
