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A/N: Hi again. Thanks to Kitsune Kamikaze for reviewing every chapter so far. You rock! And sorry if I got some of you excited. When I said Ron kissed Hermione when she was recalling that night's events, I meant to type hug. Sorry. Please don't hate me!

They had all heard Hermione scream. Ron was first to the stairs, taking it three steps at a time with his long legs. Fred and George were right behind him and Ginny, being the smallest, was last. When she finally reached her room, she stopped dead. SNOW?!?!

Her brothers and Hermione were all gathered around the window, letting snow drift inside.

"Snow?" Ginny began dumbstruck. "In the middle of July?"

"I know," Fred said. "isn't it great?"

Ginny just shrugged. She knew she should be excited about snow, but a few things just didn't make sense. Like how snow doesn't usually appear in July. Nor does it appear when its 92 outside. Something wasn't right.

Ron and Hermione seemed to notice this too, but were caught up in the excitement that Fred and George had sent around the room like a cold.

Next thing you know, everyone was putting on whatever snow gear they could find (pretty much only scarves and mittens and the occasional ear mufflers), and outside having a snowball fight.

"Okay!" shouted George once they were outside. "Team captains for the Weasley/Granger snow fight are Fred Weasley for the red team and Ginny Weasley for team blue. Ginny, you pick first." George bowed and was given a very rude gesture from Ginny.

"I pick Hermione!" she shouted.

Hermione walked over to Ginny and stood beside her.

"I call Ron!" Fred called. Ron went to Fred's side.

"I get George!"

George walked over to Ginny.

"Okay." Fred said again. "The only reason we let you have three players is because you're a team of girls."

At this George glared at his brother. "Ex-ceusse me!"

"Well, its facts bro." Fred stated. "You are a girl in every way."

"Likewise." He replied. "So I guess that would make you a girl as well. To bad Ron. I'm guessing you didn't know you had two sisters."

Ginny and Hermione were in a fit of giggles right now and Ron took that opportunity to toss the first snowball at them. It hit Ginny squarely in the forehead. Her ears turned red in the normal Weasley fashion and then the war began.

It was fifty-six snowballs later that Fred and Ron surrendered to Team Blue. George, Hermione and Ginny celebrated by forcing Ron and Fred to wear large glowing signs that said, "I LOST TO A GIRL!" If this didn't kill them, they didn't know what would.

When it got too cold to play anymore, Fred, George and Ginny went inside for some cocoa while Ron and Hermione went for a walk.

"So," said Ron feverishly.

"So," she replied.

They just stared at each other for a few minutes before Ron spoke.

"Hermione," he began but was cut off by a jet of red light that hit the tree behind them with a loud crack!

Ron turned to see what the commotion was and saw, to his horror, ten death eaters swooping in on them. They drew nearer and nearer, till they formed a giant circle, trapping them in the dead center. He heard Hermione let out a small gasp of fear and surprise. He reached for her hand and pushed her behind him, out of view from the death eaters.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" a cold, drawling voice questioned sarcastically.

Ron knew who it was in a second. "Lucius." He hissed.

The death eater nearest them pulled off his hood. Lucius Malfoy's cold gray eyes met Ron's blue ones.

Lucius Malfoy looked just like his son, Draco, except for his hair was longer and he was older and taller. Ron didn't know whom he hated more, Draco or Lucius, but after what happened next, it was easy for him to make up his mind.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked defiantly, though Ron could feel her trembling.

"Why, to fulfill the prophecy, of course." He said, as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Harry's prophecy?" Hermione asked Ron. "But that has nothing to do with us."

"Stupid mudblood!" Lucius spat. "You may be the smartest student, but you can't even figure out that there are more prophecies in the world aside from Potter's!"

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" Ron bellowed angrily at Lucius.

"Ron, don't!" Hermione whispered to him. To Malfoy, she said, "What prophecy are you talking about?"

All the death eaters laughed. Lucius gave Hermione a pitying look. "Why don't you remember, Granger? You're the one who told us it in the first place."

Hermione froze. Ron looked at her face and could tell that they were right. "Hermione? When, what-"

"What's this?" a death eater in the corner hissed. "You told your worst enemies but not your boyfriend? Dear me, dear me."

Ron turned to look at him and saw it was Wormtail, formerly known as Scabbers, Ron's old pet rat. Ron glared at him and then turned to face Hermione, who by now, was ghostly white with fear.

"Tell me, Hermione."

She sighed and began reciting:

Two years after the Dark Lord relives,

His Scared match safe.

Two friends of the famous,

Destined for one.

One known for loyalty,

One for Smarts.

Both broken in half,

The smart one done.

But the loyal one,

Still carries on.

The smart one stays live,

Living off his love.

Their test accomplished,

They move to their friend.

Aiding him in his battle,

A battle where one must die.

But through all this,

Two must learn to survive.

With magic,

And without!

Hermione then blacked out.

Sorry this took so long to post. I decided to try and make all chapters around this length. How was Hermione's prophecy? It was hard to write. Send lots and lots of reviews!