Chapter Ten:
(A/N. You people who do not remember Cassandra must reread Tale as old as Time. Tsk tsk. So here's the new chapter. If anyone can tell me where the last line of this chapter is from they will get a review from me on their story. YAY! Read and review.)
The tall woman walked toward them. "Hello Child of the Blood, it has been a while since we saw each other last," she said. Hermione realized that this was the seer who had predicted Draco defeating the Dark Lord. She remembered him telling he'd met her in Dumbledore's office.
"What brings you here now?" Draco asked and the woman looked to the horizon where the couple's eyes had been not a minute before.
"His power calls. It wants a new host to continue the destruction. Dark forces are gathering. Soon it will find a new host," she predicted.
"Why do we feel it?" Hermione asked clutching at Draco's arm in fear. The woman turned her eyes on Hermione.
"Because we were there. I killed Him and you saw Him die, and rejoiced," Draco whispered, "We're first on his death list."
"Exactly," Cassandra agreed. Hermione's hand flew to her stomach even though nothing was there. But she had seen it in her dreams.
The beautiful silver eyes of her daughter stared up at her blankly, death having caused them to gain a cold, glassy look. Her small, perfect body was devoid of life, spirit…and magic…
"No, it wants our magic," Hermione whispered. Cassandra continued to stare at her, her face calculating.
"The dreams plague you too."
"Hermione! Sweetheart!" A voice called from behind them. Hermione turned and saw her parents waving at her enthusiastically. The cold hand clutching her heart eased until it was almost gone and she rushed over to hug her parents.
"Mum! Dad! It's so good to see you!" She glanced back at where Cassandra had been but she was gone.
"We've been worried sick about you, after we got that letter from what's-his-name, about all that happened to you," her father said. Hermione smiled.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
"You're sure? No more of this, Voldemort, man?" her mother asked and several people walking by shot them frightened looks. The woman looked at them in confusion.
"Mum, most wizards would feel more comfortable if you didn't say that name in public."
"Crickey! I had no idea! Well, what strange traditions you have," her father said. Hermione shared an amused look with Draco.
"Hermione, dear. We also got another letter and it came with a horse…Do you anything about that?" Mrs. Granger asked her face showing her bewilderment. "We put it in the stables with the other horses but…"
"It was my Christmas present, Mum. From Draco," Hermione smiled. The woman glanced at Draco and smiled.
"How lovely. It was quite beautiful."
"Her name is Moonbeam, Mum," Hermione said and she noticed Draco's impish smile out of the corner of her eye.
"It's an Arabian-Unicorn blend," Draco added and Hermione shot him a quick glare and he raised an eyebrow.
"A-a…unicorn? Did I hear that right?"
"Yes ma'am," he responded courteously.
"Oh my."
"Come along, dear." Hermione saw Draco smirk as her father turned her mother away and started to lead her to the exit of the platform.
"Where are you going now? Are you going to stay with us?" Hermione asked after slapping his arm playfully. Draco turned to her with a smile he reserved just for her.
"There are some things I need to sort out, but I Apparate over anytime you want to see me," he said then he smirked, "I know you can't stand being away from me."
"Oh, Draco, I believe the feeling is mutual," she grinned. He pulled her close for a short kiss.
"That it is," he assured her. She started to turn away when he stopped her. "You might want to hide the ring until I get a chance to ask for your hand from your father."
"As you wish."