Draceo and Hermionette:
Two Star Crossed Lovers
In the darkness of her high-towered room in the ancient castle, Sybil Trewlany was making tea.
The red scarves which usually adorned the lamps to dim lighting had been removed, as there were no students there to put a show on for. After all, they were all crowded into great hall for that horrible Valentine Ball which Dumbledore had insisted upon, and Sybil could not go down there because it would cloud her "inner eye".
Oh yes, she knew her inner eye was fake, she couldn't imagine why Dumbledore kept her. Sybil supposed she had kept her job the same way she passed divination while she was at school: she created a load of tragic nonsense and people seemed to believe it. It was a technique she'd borrowed from her grandmother, Cassandra.
Although...she was becoming a little jealous of that horse-type. Ferdinand? Was that his name? The cup of tea she was brewing was being brewed for just that reason: to mull over the horribleness of that uppity-centaur.
Once the tea was in her cup, she sat back to drink it, than made a face in disgust. She stood back up and wandered over to her cupboards, grabbing something out of them, she went back to her table and was just pouring a liberal shot into the tea when her head jerked up and her eyes went glassy.
Than she said in a harsh voice (her mother had always told her singing was not her calling):
Though Dark Lord's reign draws to an end, yet the terror it embodied does not...a slight noise of flapping...fabric cracking in the wind as cloaked men flew by on broomsticks?
Forever the foes of blood will not solve their feuds, they will always lash out and a new Lord will rise to take over again. The leaders of strife shall come from the Houses of Salazar and Godric, and they shall destroy both friend and foe in their efforts, and the hate risen between blood and house will never be vanished...Unless...sounds of doors being flung open and sudden, absolute silence
Two star-crossed lovers would meet tonight, tonight before the moon is risen full...in the distance, shouts and explosions could be heard
and through the air with shouts and might, born durnst a fight....
the screams rose in pitch and volume
two enemies will learn of love and bring an end to hate. But! What of the stars which curse lovers' fate and bring them to the tomb, so with death of well-loved loves shall the hate be withdrawn.
By now the whiskey, which had been poised over her tea was three-quarters gone
Though the Dark Lord's reign draw to an end....
Sybil jerked out of her trance, shivering. Looking around for what could be the source of her terrible feeling she heard anguished cries in the distance. Knowing such cries were not possible, not in Hogwarts, she took a long gulp of tea.
When she awoke the next day, she almost wanted to call the feeling drunken imaginings, but what her colleagues told her made it seem real, far, far too real....
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A/N: sorry about that, two dark chapters in a row, and another to come (although that one will have some fluff) R&R, you're lucky the Tooth Fairy and I haven't quit on you yet, all of you being so mean to us. And we are still looking for a beta (especially the Tooth Fairy) TF shoves Zvezdana off a cyber roof