Say I Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: WEEEE! I came back with an update sooner than I expected! This should be a rather…interesting chapter.

Well I want to thank my reviewers, GoldenWing and CheeriKerri for your reviews. It's funny, but I got thirty-four hits and only two reviews. Now if that was the two of you then anybody else reading this should just ignore it.

But, hell as long as people are reading it…I'm happy. Although critiques or reviews are greatly appreciated.

I also realized that in chapter one there was no disclaimer…my bad! Therefore I'm going to put it twice in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does and she bloody well better bring Harry and Ginny back together!

Here's chapter two!

Ch. 2

His head wouldn't stop spinning. He could hardly walk and had to grasp at the wall for support. Everything was just too much to digest right now.

The fact that he had just made a prophecy for one thing. It wasn't plausible. He was sure, thanks to countless forced hours of extensive family research from his father, that there had been no seers at all.

And why out of all the places it could've happened, did he have to have the "vision" in front of Potter and his friends? And then he had collapsed! This was exactly what he didn't need right now, an excuse for Potter and Weasley to spread word throughout the school that he was some kind of pansy.

Draco scowled, 'At least Potter had an excuse, what with the Dementors and all.'

His vision had apparently affected him more than he had thought. He couldn't walk anymore, despite his best efforts, and he collapsed to the floor.

He didn't know how long he had laid there. And he didn't know where there was anymore for that matter. The next thing he knew, there were footsteps coming from somewhere to what he thought was his left. Now he heard a muffled gasp and numerous inaudible voices.

From what he heard whoever it was was now sprinting towards him. Now that the voices were closer, Draco could make out what they were saying.

"Blimey 'Mione! By the way you reacted I could've sworn it was Dumbledore lying there unconscious!" There was a pause, and then a disgusted snort, "Why do we have to help ferret face anyway?"

"Ron you know very well that you and Harry didn't have to follow me. You could've gone straight to the Common Room. But you were the ones who wanted to see my new quarters so shut up!"

She clicked her tongue, "Besides Malfoy's Head Boy, we can't just leave him here!"

"Whoa, lighten up Hermione, I'm not the one who's got a problem with Malfoy."

Hermione sighed, "Yes, I'm sorry Harry. Ron's just being such a prat…" she trailed off.

"Grr…remind me never to ask you a question below your level of intellect again!" Ron growled angrily.

Draco closed his sore eyes in disbelief. Of all people…it just had to be the Golden Trio. He groaned.

"Well, he's not quite dead." Ron sighed disappointedly, and in true Ron fashion, completely disregarded his last statement, "So…can we go now then?"

Now frustrated, Hermione turned her wand on Ron, "I swear Ronald, if you don't shut up I'm going to leave you wishing that Ginny had Bat-Bogeyed you!"

Ron gulped, Harry snickered, and Draco groaned again.

"Well 'Mione, since Ron seems to be set on not helping, I'll do it." With that Harry bent down, grasped Draco beneath his armpits, and heaved him upright, while slinging one of Draco's arms over his shoulder.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Best take him to the Hospital Wing in case he's hurt." Hermione instructed.

Ron interjected, "Hermione you know he's not hurt! Dumbledore said he would be tired! That's all. I say we just leave him here!"

With an exasperated growl, Hermione spun to face him, wand out, and barked, "Silencio!"

Ron looked shocked, tried uselessly to speak, then scowled, folded his arms over his chest, and stopped his silent rant.

Harry smirked at this and started down the first few staircases leading to the Hospital Wing followed closely by Ron and Hermione.

When they were a couple of corridors from the infirmary, they ran right into Ginny Weasley, who was in a right state.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! HERMIONE JANE GRANGER!"

Apparently, she was mad.

"WHERE IN THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU ALL BEEN?" she screamed her face already an angry Weasley red, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SCARED I WAS WHEN YOU LOT JUST VANISHED?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Why would you be worried about us disappearing while we are in Hogwarts? It's not like we haven't done it before."

At Hermione's ever brilliant reasoning Ginny stopped shouting and her eyes quickly shot to Harry before, now blushing, turning back to Hermione.

While Harry, burdened by the seemingly heavier Draco missed this, Ron and Hermione however didn't as they both smirked evilly.

"Oh…I see Ginny, you were worried aboOWWW!" Ron, now free from his momentary silence, started but was cutoff as Ginny stepped forward and kicked him on the shin…hard.

"Owowowowowow! Ohh, bloody hell Ginny I'm going to….OW! You didn't have to…." But a laughing Harry and silently grinning Hermione cut him off.

Hermione took the opportunity to silence Ron again before he could go on another rant.

Ginny finally seemed to notice the crumpled heap that was Draco hanging onto Harry.

"Blimey! I know you lot aren't on the best of terms but…what did you do to him? He looks like he's been through hell and back!"

Harry shook his head as Hermione answered, "We were going up to see my new dorms when we found him unconscious. I knew Dumbledore should have forced him to go to the Hospital Wing!"

Ginny nodded and said, "Yeah well, he's a Malfoy isn't he? Stubborn, rude, and hard headed, class A-git!"

Harry decided to speak up at this point, "Umm…not that I'm getting tired or anything," Harry said, voice dripping with sarcasm, "But shouldn't we keep going to the Hospital Wing?"

Hermione nodded and she and Ginny led the way followed by Harry dragging Draco and a still silently cursing Ron.

Finally entering the infirmary, they were approached by Madame Pomfery. "My word! What happened to him?" she asked as she directed Harry over to an empty bed to set Draco down on.

"Well, since Hermione is Head Girl, we were all on our way to see her new dorm. We just happened to find him on the way there, nearly unconscious and sprawled on the floor." Ginny said.

"Well it was good of you to have brought him. Merlin knows what might've happened if you hadn't." She turned to the four of them and started to shoo them out, "You best want to hurry up to you dorms dears, you've only got a few minutes left until curfew."

With that Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and the still silent Ron sped out of the Hospital Wing and up the couple of staircases towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

At the portrait of the Fat Lady Hermione said good night and made her way up to her dorm.

"Unde ti." Harry said to the portrait. It swung open to reveal the red and gold interior that was the Common Room.

Harry and Ginny were just about to go up to bed when there was a sharp snapping sound behind them. They turned to find Ron stamping his foot angrily and his left hand pointing at his throat.

Harry smirked and turned to Ginny.

"Do you have any idea what dear Ronald could be getting at Ginny?" Harry asked, feigning idiocy.

Ginny quickly caught on, "Why no Harry, I couldn't imagine what he might want."

Ron's eyes grew wide and angry at this.

"Well, I'm getting tired, so I think I'll head on up to my bed. And you Ginny?"

"Likewise Harry. Night!"

"G'night Ginny!" With that, Harry made his way up the steps leading to the boy's dormitories.

Slowly and dangerously, Ginny turned to Ron pulling her wand out of her robes. Ron backed away in fear.

"Well, well, well. It appears it's just me and you now little Ronniekins. What should I do to you? Hmm…" she trailed off as she considered her options.

Finally she decided and pointed her wand at Ron.

As she made her way up to her dormitory, she called cheerily, "Good night Ron! Oh, you just might want to take a shower before you go to bed, seeing as you somehow got yourself covered in Bat-Bogey's!"

Ron was left by himself in the Common Room, still silenced and covered in psychotic flying bogeys.

"Where the bloody hell am I?" As Draco opened his eyes, he hissed in pain and quickly shut them again due to the extreme brightness that assaulted his vision.

"You are in a dream." said a deep, rich voice.

Draco's eyes snapped open, fighting the incredible urge he had to once again close them. He was too involved with finding the source of the voice to really care.

Once his eyes had finally adjusted, although feeling slightly burned, Draco scanned the seemingly infinite plain white plain in front of him. He knew someone had spoken, he just couldn't remember if he had heard it. He knew the words had registered, but it was an odd kind of feeling. It was like the speech had been sent directly to his mind.

Draco shook his head again to clear it and asked, "Where are you?" He was half hoping that he wouldn't get a reply so as to prove he still had his sanity but the voice came again.

"I am everywhere…and I am nowhere."

Draco considered this possibility, shrugged, and then said, "What are you?"

A pause and then, "I am…the Light, for lack of a better word or name."

Draco snorted, "Yes…I can see that." He continued to look for a body, determined to find it, or the source of the "voice".

Still finding nothing, Draco gave up. There was a long silence now as Draco pondered his situation. Finally, deciding it wouldn't hurt, he asked,

"Why am I here?"

"I was hoping you would ask that." Said the voice, "You are here because the vision, or prophecy, you made, has drained you of your magic reserves, therefore rendering you unconscious and into a temporary coma."

Needless to say, this didn't sit very well with Draco.

"WHAT! WHY!" Draco shouted angrily, "NOTHING I'VE EVER READ ABOUT SEERS MENTIONS THEM GOING INTO COMAS AFTER THEIR VISIONS!"

"Exactly!" the voice stated calmly. Draco just looked confused.

"Why the bloody hell am I in a coma then?"

"You know perfectly well that nobody in your family's rather extensive history was ever a Seer correct?" Draco nodded. "The same goes for you." This resulted in even more confusion on Draco's part. "To put it simply, you are NOT a Seer."

"So?"

"So you cannot have visions."

"But I just…" Draco was interrupted.

"Ahh my mistake let me rephrase that. You are not supposed to have visions."

"So then why did I have bloody vision on the Hogwarts Express?" Draco asked exasperatedly.

"You had a vision on the Hogwarts Express because we needed you to have it. You see, we had to make it seem as unobvious to others as possible." explained the voice.

"What the hell do you think I am some kind of puppet?" Draco queried angrily, his temper flaring again.

At this comment there were what appeared to be several sounds of snickers registering into Draco's mind.

"What the…" Again the voice cut him off,

"Getting back to why you're in a coma. When we sent the vision it was sent through you because it needed to get out in front of the Chosen. The coma was the result of having to send the vision straight to your mind, which very briefly shutdown. Had it been any of the other Chosen, they would have been killed."

Draco's silence signaled the voice to continue.

"You see, when a vision is sent directly to someone, their minds have to be powerful enough mentally to take the pain. You have a strong mind, stronger both mentally and physically than any of the others, and you would do well to use it for the right cause."

Draco was nonplussed.

"You are still in the coma because once your mind recovered, the strain that it had gone through, however briefly, began to register in the other parts of your body. Since you have a strong mind, it was able to continue to function very soon afterward, with certain voluntary actions as well as the involuntary ones."

Draco tried to digest all of this. "…You said "we", why?"

"I say we because there are more than only me here, but the others have decided to take a back seat in this war."

"Ah." Draco muttered.

"Anyway," continued the bodiless voice, "Aside from being unconscious, you are here to receive a gift, a gift that will aid you and the Chosen through this war."

Draco's interest was obvious as his face lit up. But just as soon as it had, they clouded again at the voice's next words.

"The war of ages fast approaches your world, and because of this, I give you power. But remember, with great power, comes equally great responsibility, and by accepting this power, you will be bound by the light in a sort of Unbreakable Vow to protect the Child of the Prophecy, the original prophecy that is, and now the Children of the New Prophecy."

Draco cringed as he asked, "The Chosen wouldn't happen to be Potter and company would it?"

"Yes, they are. You must do everything in your power to protect him and the others."

Draco took a shot in the dark, (which was pretty hard considering he was surrounded by light) "What happens if, say, one day, I don't know, my wand slips and one of them sort of, um, keel over and die?"

"Then you will be painfully stripped of your power, which will get passed on to another of the Chosen who will then slowly torture you to death with every witness's memory wiped of the incident. But that's just the beginning. Once you're dead you will be damned to hell where you will remain forever in fully aware of the fact that the Cruciatus Cure is a mere tickle that you would do anything for."

Silence reigned again, finally, "…..Ah."

More silence as Draco analyzed his predicament, "I don't have a choice do I?"

"Everyone has a choice, with the exception of very few people."

"Oh yeah," Draco asked, "Who?"

"Harry Potter." responded the voice. Draco looked confused. "Have you heard the original prophecy?" Draco shook his head.

There was a moment's hesitation at this, but the voice quickly continued, "Listen closely, I know that you and Mr. Potter aren't exactly on the best of terms and have probably never been, but now in this time of war you must unite with one another."

Draco sighed.

"You as well as Ms. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger will need to help him through the rough times that lie ahead. You must befriend him, gain his trust, and that of all the other Chosen in order to fully tap into your new power. Only when the Chosen are completely united can Mr. Potter defeat Voldemort."

"Why does everybody insist that Potter is going to beat Voldemort? I mean, as much as I hate to admit it, he is a strong wizard, but he just doesn't seem like the one that will take out the Dark Lord, Dumbledore maybe, but not Potter. Just because half the wizarding world thinks that Potter's going to be the one who beats him doesn't mean it's written in stone right?"

"I think," the voice said, "I should reveal to you the prophecy involving Mr. Potter before you continue, and maybe once you hear it you'll understand the full gravity of the situation."

Suddenly the entirety of the white abyss was filled with a harsh sounding voice,

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…

"Born to those who have thrice defied him, Born as the seventh month dies…

"And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…

"And either must die at the hand of the other, For neither can live while the other survives…

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

An eerie and disturbing silence filled the vacant white as the severe voice died away, leaving only a strange echo.

"Do you see now?" asked the voice.

"It was talking about P-Potter?" Draco asked, still a little put off from the prophecy.

"Yes."

"And what does it mean, "He will have power the Dark Lord knows not?""

"That is something that you and the rest of the Chosen must figure out on your own."

There was another pause.

"Do you accept?"

Draco thought, and he thought hard, much harder than he had ever done in his life.

He thought of his parents, one of which was dead at the hand of Voldemort. He thought about his deceased mother, the only voice of somewhat sensible reason in his life. Sure she had followed his father, her husband, but that was to be expected, in his family anyway.

Had she had a choice, she probably would have done the same thing. Maybe it was better she was dead.

He thought about his father and anger coursed through his veins. Although he had never shown it, he had always hated his father.

The man had never missed an opportunity to use the Cruciatus on him, just because he had been bested by a Mudblood in school, just because he had been in his father's way, and just because.

Finally he thought about his future and what it would hold for him if he continued down his father's path. He'd most likely be killed by Potter, maybe even by Voldemort before that anyway.

He thought about the alternative, he could almost see it, him finally with friends, finally amongst those who loved him for who he was.

He could see his child, probably a boy, maybe a girl, heck twins even! They would come into the kitchen for dinner, home for the summer from Hogwarts saying enthusiastically,

"Daddy, Daddy! Guess what? We managed to get people to join S.P.E.W. with us!"

Draco blinked. Where had that come from? Deciding not to look into it, Draco sighed.

He had finally come to a turning point…a fork in the road.

One was dark, dangerous, and was radiating pure evil, with just a rather large smidgen of death.

The other was just as dangerous, probably more so, but there was light there. Though it was dim, there was an emotion there he had never felt before, truly anyway. It was warm and inviting and he knew then and there that that was what he wanted.

However long it would take, through all obstacles, it was something he wanted to experience, and something he would brave death just to feel.

He wanted to know what it was like to actually be care free.

He looked up into the white with a determined glint in his eyes.

"Alright, I'll do it." He stated firmly, "I want a future; I want to live, or at least have the chance to. And if that means protecting Potter and his friends and getting them to trust me, I'll do anything."

"Good, very good. You have chosen wisely. Remember only as your trust and love for one another grows will your powers be unleashed. Now, BRACE YOURSELF!"

At first Draco felt nothing, although his muscles tensed. He relaxed slightly, and that was when the convulsions started.

First in his legs, violently shaking, then his arms were contracting, his muscles there cramping in response, and finally his entire body.

He looked like he was having a seizure. He was starting to obtain bruises due to the extreme force with which he was slamming into the ground, a ground that had not been there before.

Draco's eyes remained open, wide and fearful. This allowed him to see the swirling mist converging in the air above him.

There was no color to it the mist was simply there, devoid of anything but movement. Then everything stopped, the mist stopped, Draco stopped, literally.

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't blink, he couldn't even feel the blood pumping though his body.

But as suddenly as everything had stopped, it started moving again and Draco had never wish he couldn't breathe so much in his entire life.

The mist had shot straight down at him, surrounded him and then, he experienced pain. The mist was forcing its way into his body any way it could.

Every pore on his body was being forced open and it felt like millions upon billions of knives piercing his skin. His body was on fire with pain, his open eyes were being gouged out by invisible hands, and every one of his teeth was being violently ripped from his mouth.

Then the voice again, above all his screams, "When you wake, your task begins! But be warned; all is not as it seems!"

And with that, darkness took Draco.

A/N: Well people, there you have it! Chapter two of Say I. Please ignore any and all spelling mistakes, unless they pertain to a character's name or spell name, if they do please tell me.

Oh yeah, I kind of lied, about the story not following the events in the books! What I meant was the events of THIS story ever happened in the books and will never happen!

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