If U find this chapter confusing, don't worry about it, it sort of is meant to be.
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Chapter 19- The After Math and an ancient Prophecy
"Mr. Malfoy, can you please tell us again what happened?" Dumbledore asked. The twinkle in his eyes gone. Draco was beginning to think that maybe it would have been best to just leave Ginny outside the Infirmary, someone was bound to find her, but did he? No, of course not, he just had to go and play the Hero.
"We have been through this! I refuse to go through it again!" Draco stated angrily. Why weren't they checking on her? Or hunting Potter down?
"Mr. Malfoy, please do contain your self." Snape replied dryly. Draco only glared at him. McGonagall looked like someone had just murdered Potter.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you sure it was Harry Potter?" She questioned, a hopeful look in her eye. Draco hated to squash that hope, but he had no choice.
"Look, I know I'm not the most believable person in Hogwarts, but if you don't believe me, fine. But Weasily will wake up, then she will tell you what I told you. Potter has snapped." With that said Draco lay back against his bed in the infirmary and closed his eyes.
He could hear the teachers muttering around him and their footsteps as they went to call a faculty meeting.
Draco was in the middle of his musing about how the Infirmary could be so cool while the rest of the school was burning up when the heavy metal door was pushed open. Looking out from beneath his lashes he saw that it was Granger, pulling off an invisibility cloak. Probably Potters.
"O Ginny! I thought that I had warned him good enough! Scared him away! This is all my fault! If I had only told someone, anyone…" she was sobbing, her face in her hands.
Granger wasn't as bad as he had once thought. Sure, she was still full of the Gryffindor bravo, but it wasn't that bad, actually, it was kind of endearing. And that being the case he shouldn't just lay there and let her cry on and on when nothing had happened. Well, something had happened, but not what she was thinking.
"She's fine Granger." he stated with out opening his eyes. The room got very quite as she looked around for the source of the dry emotionless voice. Then, footsteps, high heeled footsteps.
"I should have told someone what I knew." she stated when she was beside his bed. With a sigh he opened his eyes. She was standing there, looking utterly ashamed of herself. Her hair pulled back in a lose bun, her eyes blood shot from crying.
"We should have been more observant. Always told you people that he was off his damn cart." Draco grumbled.
"Yeah, you did didn't you?" she said with a weary smile. "But that doesn't justify me not telling someone. I should have! She wouldn't be in here if I had. She would be alright, he wouldn't have rap-"
"He didn't. I found them in time. And you can't blame yourself. You weren't the only one that noticed him following her around." now it was Draco's turn to look ashamed.
Hermione sniffled again. "I- She likes you too ya know." Draco looked up, his eyes wide. Since when had he become an open book for everyone to read?
"I don't know what your talking about." he stated stubbornly. Refusing to meet her knowing gaze.
"Don't pull that shit with me Malfoy." She stated coldly. Draco looked at her in shock. Never, in all his years of knowing Hermione Granger, had he heard the little goody goody use profanity. He didn't even think she knew such words. "I know damn well that she likes you and that you like her. So be a man and suck it up. Besides, she owes you a life debt." and with that the invisibility cloak was back on and she was out the door. Only the click clack of her shoes bouncing off the walls, showing that he was indeed awake and that she had been there.
Remember. Wake up. She had to wake up and remember. Tell someone. She could feel the edges of reality tugging at the corners of her mind. Warning her, begging her, to wake up. To remember. But what was she remembering? Then it hit her. Like a ton of bricks, and she was screaming for help.
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Poppy sat down in her chair. She had called Dumbledore as soon as the girl had awoken, screaming to boot. Luckily the silencing charm around her bed had worked to its fullest, not another soul was disturbed as Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and herself had explained and pacified the younger witch. After a few different potions had been administered and she had calmed considerably she had told the story, through tears, of what had happened before Mr. Malfoy had arrived upon the scene.
Ginny still didn't know who her rescuer had been, and they intended for it to stay that way until they thought she was emotionally stable enough to handle it.
Poppy took along drink from her cup, she still hadn't figured out how Draco had found the girl. They were on opposite ends of the social ladder, well, in the outside world, here in the school they weren't that far apart, having a few of the same friends in their house.
She had tried to figure out some of the boy's feelings toward the little red head, after all, what was the good of being an empath if she couldn't use her powers? That's what made her such a wonderful nurse, the ability to feel others pain, to be able to pin point it.
But she didn't get anything off of the young Malfoy, she never did. His wall of ice and, the mask that he hid behind for so long was now fixed so securely that she couldn't even tell if he stubbed his toe, if he was sad, upset, or if he was in love. His façade was that good. So when she had tried to get some sort of feeling off of him she had drawn up blank.
And all she was managing to pull from the girl was hurt, betrayal, fear, and confusion. And she really couldn't blame the girl.
Poppy took another sip of her drink, looking at the clock. She still had time. Settling back more comfortably in her chair she thought back on the times that the Potter boy had been in the infirmary. He was an essentially good boy. But she had known something like this would happen. Her and Sybil had known something like this would happen.
Sybil Tawnery, the bat of the towers, was actually a very good friend, and on occasion, she could actually make predictions. Like this one. She had known that the Potter boy would scar a young women, the prediction was rather vague, but all of her predictions were vague.
Sybil had been down when Draco Malfoy had burst through the door holding an unconscious Ginny. Sybil had nodded with a knowing look in her eye before she disappeared with a whirl of green flames.
She glanced up at the clock, and with a start realized that she had gotten lost on her thoughts and that it was time to make the occupants of the ward comfortable, and put to sleep, turn on the monitor and go to the Monday night poker game.
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Sighing Pansy looked at the green liquid that she had been watching, she was very much sick of Potions, green, and dusty books that were giving her more of a head ach then anything else. Quietly, and with the utter most concentration she could muster she dropped five drops of the blessed water into the bubbling cauldron, it hissed before going completely clear, then seven white rose pedals, the last ingredient, The surface of the potion became placid as it turned a startling blood red. She smirked in that way that all Slytherins did, now all she needed was a little bit of help from Hermione and her Weasily twin.
"GEORGE WEASILY! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" Hermione screamed at the laughing red head as she once again dodged his Tickling fingers.
She had asked him to floo in so that he could see her new outfit and tell her what he thought, needless to say she had done something that very few were able to do, she had rendered George Weasily speechless. That was thirty minutes and a snog session ago, now he was chasing her around her room trying to tickle her, and she was trying her hardest to stay one step ahead of the tall red head.
"Awww, But 'Mione, I just want to hug you." George whined as he sat down on the edge of her bed and pouted.
Before she could reply there was a knock on her door. George quickly made his way to Hermione's private bathroom and shut the door, technically he wasn't suppose to be there.
Pansy could hear two people talking, a male and female, through the door, but when the door opened, the only one in the room was Hermione herself.
"HI, Herm. What's shaken?" Pansy asked as she walked in before Hermione could prevent it. Looking around she didn't see anyone else.
"Umm…can I help you with something Pans?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable, and with a look of having her hand caught in the cookie jar.
"Yes, I need some help. I was wondering if I could have a word with you and George?"
"George isn't here, but I'm sure you could write him a letter." Lord, she was bad at lying. Pansy gave her a smirk and glanced around the room, the only place to hid someone was the wardrobe and the bathroom, and she highly doubted that he could fit comfortable in the former.
"O, well do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Pansy asked as she opened the door, clearly displaying the tall red head before Hermione had a chance to stop her.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk to us about?" He asked as he leaned up against the door frame.
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Dumbledore sat in his office, behind his massive desk, looking at a sheet of paper, on it was written a prophecy made long ago, before he him self was born, one that couldn't be change no matter what.
He who wields the power to chase away darkness
He who holds the sword of the lion
Thee should mark this
Let this be thy siren:
Darkness shall consume the king.
And he shall commit a crime against the pure one
But fear not, the Dragon shall come to the rescue, and the link with the moon shall break for the one who holds his ring.
The Flower will try to save the Dragon and the Pure one
Along with Peace and her Joker, but they will fail.
But fear not, the Dragons Bride will perish
The King finds comfort in the Water, and the Pure one grows frail.
The one to save the Pure one will be the one she doth cherish
The World shall crack
If the loyal servant Doth not give his blessing to the Dragons quest
Yet if he does, Light the King shall bring back
And the seven shall bow to the Dragon and the Pure ones Request.
But fear not for the crimes the king commits are against his will
Their Trials and Tribulations will make them who they are meant to be
And the darkness will fade to nill
And together with there cherished they shall be.
Last year he couldn't make heads or tails of the prophecy, but after a summer of research he knew a few of the basics.
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