We walked back and met Hermione and Ron after our little make out session. "So," Ron smiled at us as he saw Harry had his arm around my shoulder. "No need to ask what happened with Cho then, eh Harry?"

"Obviously not," I responded to him. "Harry has decided to be my mate."

"What?" Hermione yelled. "Harry, you can't be serious!"

"I am Hermione, I want to be with Marina forever." I know I looked happy on the outside, and mostly I was, but I was still skeptical. This was all happening so fast. So many new things to work through, I didn't want to have to mate so soon. If Dumbledore said three months though surely there had to be a reason.

"Three months?" Hermione screamed. "Harry what the hell?"

"Blimey mate, what the hell is Dumbledore thinking? I think he's off his rocker!"

"Look," I finally spoke, "If Dumbledore says three months, surely there is a reason, don't you think?"

They both looked down at there feet. "Harry, Dumbledore has asked us to do strange things in the past, but this is just a little to strange, don't you think?" Hermione sounded meek. I knew she didn't like having to doubt Dumbledore.

"No," Harry sounded so sure, how could he? "If Dumbledore said three months than I'm sure there's a reason."

"I'm going to go see if I can find a book to read." Hermione said exasperatedly as she walked into the book store.

"I better go see if she's alright mate." Ron went in after her.

"Harry, I'm going to go look to." Books were really my only friends when I lived with Grandmother and Kreacher. They were all I had. I walked in not caring whether Harry came or not. I didn't know where I was going, but I found myself in the highly restricted area of the bookstore somehow.

My dear?

"Grandma?"

Yes, you are confused?

"Very, where are you?"

That is of no importance. What is troubling you child?

"Dumbledore told me and Harry we had three months to mate."

Ah yes, the ancient prophecy is finally being fulfilled. The one your mother gave up her eternal life for.

"What? What prophecy?" I called out over and over, but her voice didn't return. So that's it. I'm in the restricted section, I wonder if any of these books might tell of the prophecy. Instantly I started searching praying I'd find the answer in one of these books. "Prophetic dreams of death, The muggle seers, subbucus'," None of these held what I needed. "Surely there has to be some file, some hidden record…" Then it hit me.

"Harry," I ran up to him, "I'm going to go see Dumbledore, now."

"What, but why?"

"There's something I need to ask him." Harry didn't ask questions, he just nodded. We ran back up to the school as fast as we could.

"Lemon drops," Harry told the gargoyle as we climbed the long staircase to Dumbledore's office.

"Dumbledore, what are you not telling us?"

"What do you mean my dear?"

"I know about the prophecy, I just don't know what it says."

"Blunt, aren't you Miss Riddle?" I shuddered at the name. As far as I always knew, my last name had been Black. I never wished to be called Riddle ever again.

"My last name is Black."

"Very well, I suppose I cannot hold the prophecy from you, but might I ask how you came about knowing?"

"My grandmother doesn't like me being any more confused than I have to be."

"I see… Well the prophecy goes something like this. When the dark prince loses his bloom, his small princess shall he doom, upon his wife's death, and upon her birth she is sold to the mini prince whose heart is colder than the winter earth. But though this may seem like her last a strange event will come to pass, enemies for so long unknown have now a friendship that will have grown. Her true mate she'll find by his side, bound to him glowing with pride. By her 16th year upon this earth, she will have given birth. By his side shall she stand as good conquers evil by her hand."

"What does that mean?" I asked him.

"I don't quite know, but your sixteenth year is in one year correct?"

"Yes, that's why you said in three months, that would fulfill the prophecy."

"Yes."

I sighed. Harry spoke, "Good conquers evil by her hand. Dumbledore, we all realized long ago when Fudge overtook the train that the weapon you apparently had that they were looking for was her. Could that last line just be confirming what we thought all along?"

"I have no idea the extent of her abilities Harry. I cannot tell you what this prophecy truly fortells."

"Marina?" He looked to me.

"I'm sorry, everything is so conflicting. I don't know what's right or wrong anymore, I'm surprised I can even tell left from right." I looked up to the Headmaster, "Thank you for telling me Headmaster." I walked out of the room. I needed some time alone to think. I found myself walking along the edge of the forest all to soon.

"Marina." A voice called to me from inside of it. It was cold, but familiar.

"Who is there?"

"Marina." It called again. It almost reminded me of Malfoy, except it wasn't a dripping voice. Its familiarity was almost comforting. "Lovely." It called again. "Princess, come." I found my feet following whether my brain wanted to or not. I closed my eyes and let them guide me down a path in the woods. "Marina." A man breathed as he touched my face.

"Marina!" Hagrid's voice called out in the silence. It was a great boom that shattered whatever spell this man had held on me. I opened my eyes only to realize I was looking into the eyes of my father.

"Hagrid." He smiled.

"Riddle." Hagrid didn't seem happy at all, I can't really say I was to happy with the situation either.

"I see you have met my beautiful daughter." He hand stroked my cheek as he still held me close. I could feel my eyes changing colors.

"Marina! Blimey, what are you doing to her?"

"Nothing, you see the change in her eyes? She finds my voice comforting Hagrid. This is a comfort she hasn't felt since Potter took me out." I felt my body become lax and sleepy, my eyes, which had been turning violet, were now turning gray. "Marina?" My father asked as he looked into my eyes. Those cold eyes were the last thing I saw before I passed out.

"Marina?" Another familiar voice, this one wasn't comforting though. "Marina?" It dripped with sincerity, by it still had an oozing undertone. "You're awake." He sounded relieved.

"Draco?" I felt as though I'd been hit by a bus. "Why can't I move?"

"I don't know." He looked worried. I never thought I'd see so much fear in his eyes as I did just now.

"Marina?" I recognized my father's voice.

"Voldemort." I responded softly.

"Please my lord, forgive her, she's weak." Malfoy instantly tried to apoligize for my words.

"No apology is necessary. I understand how bitter she feels. I had to leave her when she was so young. Not more than a few hours old when I lost my life." Could this really be who I was running from? Could this also be the same Malfoy that pushed me to a wall so violently? The same one who now has fear in his eyes for my well being? Why was I trying so hard to stay away from them, I can't remember.

"Where am I?" I didn't recognize the room I was in.

"You are at the Malfoy's. I brought you here." My father responded. "They were kind enough to open their home to us."

I looked to Malfoy as I began to sit up. "Don't," he began, "you shouldn't be trying to get up so quickly."

I smiled at him. I was happy he worried, but I was fine to be doing this. I remember before I had the pump, my body felt like this all the time. My limbs wouldn't work without great effort. "Thank you for the concern, but I have felt this before." I remembered back when I had gone to school in fifth grade. All the kid's parents had come to pick them off of the bus. Granny wasn't going to show up again to do that for me ever. I stepped off the bus one day as I usually did everyday, but this time I collapsed. I'm not sure for how long I was on the ground. It didn't feel like more than a few seconds, but it was a few seconds of pure black. The next thing I remember was waking up to find all the adults around over me. I had no idea if I was out for a few seconds or minutes, I didn't even realized I had passed out till a few years after that occurred. They asked if I was all right. I told them yes and got up and walked home without thinking another thing of it.

Once I was up I had to ask, "Could I maybe have some oatmeal, I don't want to seem ungrateful for your care, but I am getting rather hungry."

He laughed. "I can imagine, you've been out for a while." He rang a bell. What looked to be a maid entered the room.

"Yes, master Malfoy?" She smiled sweetly.

"Could we have some oatmeal for her?"

"Please, could you put just a small bit of sweet and low into it?" I asked her.

"Of course," her smile was so gentle. It was the kind of smile that you couldn't help but catch. Her voice was warm and motherly. She was tall with hair down to her waist. It swished back and forth as she left the room, the door closing gently behind her.

"Who was that?"

"Averna? She's been with us forever."

"Averna?" Her name caught my attention. I wonder… I was coming out of my dream like state and falling back into reality slowly. No matter how gentle they seem, they want to take out muggle born wizards and witches, and I was running, because they need me to do it. I'm the weapon.

"Here you are dear." Malfoy gave up his seat next to me to Averna so she could feed me. I looked up into my mother's face. Her eyes flashed from the brown of her disguise to a deep icy blue. I blinked and they were once again brown, but I knew she was my mother. Averna, the latin name for Persephone, the queen of the underworld, her body hadn't been restored, but it looked as though an extension of her had been placed here long ago. "Open wide now." I did as she told me and ate. My powers grew stronger. I didn't feel so weak. I knew my father had drained my energy. My eyes blazed a powerful violet color as my strength fully returned. Averna left smiling at how strong she knew I was.

"Now," I looked at Malfoy and my father. Licking my fangs I spoke slowly, "How do I get back to Hogwarts?" They both cowered in fear now that they knew their plan to win me had failed. I flexed my claws hoping I didn't have to shed their blood just yet…

"Harry!" I yelled as I ran up the boy staircase. "Harry!" It was the middle of the night, I threw open the door to the dormitory and ran to where Harry's bed was. He wasn't in it. "Harry?" Where could he be?

I walked around the school searching for him, calling his name. I didn't care who knew I was up and out of bed, I doubted I'd be in trouble if Dumbledore had anything to say about it. It was then I came to the wall that held the room of requirement. I saw that the door was already there. Slowly I opened it and asked it to disappear behind me just as I had done when Harry had brought me here a week ago. Evidently I'd been unconscious for a while. A week to be exact, I can't imagine what people thought. I looked around, the unicorns flew by at lightning speed. I knew Harry had to be here somewhere, no one else could have gotten this room to look this way, except maybe Hagrid, but I already knew he was in his cabin. Suddenly I heard music:

Playground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play again

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to

Hello

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

Don't cry…

I followed it to its source. As I got closer, I heard weeping. I saw Harry lying on the ground, his body shook with each tear that escaped. "Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, Hello I'm still here, All that's left of yesterday…" I gently sung the last part of the song. His wails stopped as he looked up to see me standing there smiling down at him.

"Marina?"

"There were flowers…" He smiled.

"Marina!" He ran and threw his arms around me.

"Harry, I'm so sorry."

"Hagrid said, Voldemort had taken you, and that he was lucky to have escaped with his life. You should have seen him. They thought he was did, they did crucio so many times on him." Instantly tears welled up in my eyes. "He's alright though, and thank god so are you." He kissed my forehead as he held me close. His embrace felt as though he'd never let go of me.

"Oh, Harry," I reached up and pulled his lips down to meet mine, tears still streaming from my eyes. Slowly we found our way to the ground, Harry climbed on top of me. Our kisses intensified, I ran my tounge across his lips and he happily obliged parting them. Our tonges swirled and danced caressing every part of each others mouths, our teeth, cheeks, lips… Our clothes were all to soon thrown off scattered everywhere. I pulled him close to me as his lips began making there way down my neck. I pulled his lips to me as our bodies became one. It was painful, and I used the kiss to mask the pain by making my scream sound like a loud moan. He came hard and fast in and out of my body. My heart raced as I thrust my hips to meet his. My body shook underneath him as my muscles tightened. I could hear him moan as his hands roamed my body. He began going even harder and faster into me. His moans became louder and more desirous. I could feel my fangs growing as everything seemed to highten. I broke from his lips as I licked my fangs. I wanted his blood. I attacked his neck his warm blood dripping across my lips. Instantly I felt the same piercing in my own flesh where I had bit him. I could feel my own blood seep down my shoulder as our lips met one last time before all the pressure was released.

Instantly I became aware of what I'd just done. My demon and human side had become one in their desire of Harry. I heard him sigh as he rolled off me. He fell asleep. I watched as his body began to morph as he slept. He was becoming a demon by the blood he'd consumed from me. As I sniff the air I knew my scent was already beginning to change. I knew I was now pregnant.