All of you are sooo lucky that im as wonderful as i am. today school was hell. i went to spanish, then gym (damn, it was SOOO hot) and, when walking in the hallway, this little jerk threw something that hit me in the eye. Now i have a cut over my eye (another inch i couldve been blind, yay) but i got to go home early, so now i write this to you, my glorious readers! review, please, because I LOVE YOU!
Like a stubborn and angry child Malfoy stomped away from Hermione's quarters, muttering something about women and mudbloods under his breath. His true fury was not at her...it was at his master. How could Voldemort neglect to mention the fact that she was needed for anything more than just his own selfish needs?
"Lord!" He called out loudly, his voice piercing the entirety of the hallways, Death Eaters looking mildly shocked that the usual cool and composed Draco Malfoy was losing his nerve.
With the swish of a cloak Voldemort lazily rounded the corner, various Death Eaters attempting to kiss the hems of his robes, but he paid no attention to them. "Yes, young Draco?" His strangely high yet cold voice questioned, though there was no urgency in his tone.
"I insist on knowing the contents of this so-called prophecy...my Lord." He added quickly as the Dark Lord's nostrils flared at his indignance. Draco Malfoy was no coward, this he appreciated, but to be spoked to in such a manner? It was utterly insulting.
"Follow me to my chambers, Draco. You others stay behind. Watch the girl, she is more capable than any of you could even imagine." Despite the offhanded insult the Death Eaters skulked away, though Malfoy followed him almost persistently, like a dog.
Muttering an incantation his door flew open, revealing a strange yet familiar sight for both of the evil lords. The room was cloaked in black draperies along with books detailing the darkest magics and how to stay off of the detection of good wizarding folk.
"It is quite a good thing that after all of those years of following Harry Potter about that I never did away with that Granger girl. I did not learn of her role to play in the coming battles until after our little excursion in the Department of Mysteries." He began, his high pitched voice filling Malfoy with a shudder of fear. There is anger in his reminiscent tone.
"The prophecy is an ancient one, professed by Cassandra herself...Sybil Trelawney's great-grandmother." He explained, though Malfoy was growing bored of the backstory. He just wanted to know what his Hermione had to do with all of this nonsense.
"I do not recall the exact wording, though when I came over this prophecy I was sure to savor the memory by using Dumbledore's pensieve." His voice glowed with reminiscence once more, though this time he sounded jolly. Defeating Dumbledore was the highlight of his unnaturally long life.
"Would you please just tell me?" Malfoy allowed his voice to be sharper than usual, though such a thought was ridiculous. He was lucky that Voldemort was not in one of his tempers, or he would easily be dead.
"Fine," He replied smoothly, annoyed by the boy's arrogance.
Voldmort tapped on his pensieve dramatically with his wand, silver goo swishing around gently inside the basin. "Come forward, Draco." He commanded, his red eyes no more than slits as he beckoned the reluctant Death Eater forward.
A woman, much more beautiful than Sybil Trelawney, appeared outside of the pensieve, though she had the same wild eyes. She looked peaceful, but her face was gaunt, as though she was frightened. Without acknowledging them she spoke in a deep, monotonous voice.
"A war like no other against good and evil shall be waged. The decision is in the hands of the unknowing. The one with the birth a fortnight and five days into the ninth month will determine the outcome by her own choice. If she is to bear the heir of one who is straddled between both sides, the Darkest, most evil and powerful Lord shall overcome all obstacles. If she is to have the child of the Dark Lord's equal, one whom he hath marked without intention, light will prevail." The woman fell back into the basin almost gently, though she never blinked.
Malfoy turned to his Dark Lord with a look mixed with revulsion and shock blended onto his pale, yet smooth face.
"What does this mean, my lord?" He questioned breathlessly, though he knew the answer very well indeed.
"Do not be a fool, Draco. You understand it perfectly." He snapped, though he elaborated anyway.
"A woman born on the nineteenth of September will determine solely who wins this war. If she is to bear your child, we shall be victorious. If she consumates her relationship with Potter, they will destroy us."
Thought it best to leave it at this. Kinda cliffie...but everyone needs one of those! PLEASE, REVIEW! give me ideas, tell me what you think! if no one reviews, i dont know if you like it (i think most people do, but i could be wrong!) ill update ASAP...though more reviewsquicker updates!
