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Chapter 4: Stupid Prophecies 1

So, my first day of school was interesting.

Understatement of the millennia! My day was the best day of my life. Not only was I with Harry, who, so far, has always made me giddy, but the classes were really interesting too! I mean, who knew that I could make people fall in love with me (not that I need it) with a potion or that unicorns actually exist? But, then I also found out why Harry asked me to be his girlfriend so quickly. It's not necessarily a bad thing though, just well, interesting just about sums it up.

Log of events, here's what happened:

Harry and I arrived in Charms a little early, but still didn't let go of my hand as we headed to the back of the classroom.

"So, Harry, what was in the newspaper? You'd looked like you'd just found that you would have a premature death."

He smiled, "It was just an article saying that Voldemort has found out about the second prophecy, but it's actually really good now, because your here. Your timing at coming here couldn't have been more perfect."

"What's the second prophecy? I know about the one that says that you have to defeat Voldemort, but that's about it. The book telling the muggles about your 6th year hasn't come out yet, so I only know about the stuff up until the summer that, well, Sirius passed on." I immediately felt bad about mentioning Sirius. His face fell and his eyes became clouded over with a feeling I instantly recognized as grief and sorrow. I reached out my hand and hugged him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to mention him."

"No, it's okay. I need to get over him. But every time someone mentions him, it's hard to forget Sirius." We were still hugging, and I could tell that he was trying really hard not to cry.

"But that's the problem Harry. You're not supposed to forget him. You need to realize that, yes, he is gone, but at least he can be with your parents now, and I'm sure that, well, from what I know of him, because I can't say I've met him, but I'm pretty sure that he would want you to focus on the now, and enjoy your life."

"Yeah, I know, but it's so much easier said than done."

"Probably, but look around you. Your life isn't that bad. Sirius is gone, and he wanted you to enjoy what you have. You have me, you have your friends, the Weasleys who are just as good as family, and so many people who love you. Remember Sirius as someone who loved you, a great man who died for a noble cause and helped you realize that life isn't that bad. I mean, really, your only seventeen for 365 days, do you really want to look back on your life and see one really depressed teen?" Wow. For someone who has only had a couple close relations die, I sound like a psychology professor. But I hoped he took my words to heart.

"Yeah, I should. I think, since this year started though, I've been a lot better. You should've seen me all of last year and this summer. I just couldn't stop thinking of how I only knew for so short of a time."

"But at least you knew him and everything."

"Yeah." We stood there together in silence, just hugging, until, "Hey, who made you a psychology professor?" He looked at me and smiled. I could tell he was joking, and I was glad he was smiling again.

"I'm not a psychology professor, I'm just a really good friend. At least I hope so." I smiled up at him.

"Don't worry. You are. I don't think I've been happier."

We had to split apart then though, because the class started coming in. We sat down next to each other, and Professor Flitwick came in to take roll. Classes proceeded in the same manner as the one before it. We got a general lecture on NEWT's, plagiarizing, etcetera.

Half of the time I couldn't concentrate anyway. Harry and I sat next to each other the whole time just about. It's like he radiates a sense of happiness and comfort. His messy black hair makes me want my hand in it, just for that extra accessory, and his eyes have the most addicting green in them. I guess mine aren't that different though. He had said that my eyes were an addicting shade of blue-green. Hehe. He likes my eyes. I like my eyes too. His eyes are better though.

It was after school, when everyone was studying, before dinner, Harry and I were walking around the lake. Ron and Hermione hadn't been seen since last period when they had disappeared behind the broom closet in the Great Hall, but no one was really worried. After a few minutes while showing me around the grounds, Harry stopped in a secluded area of the lake. It was surrounded completely by hedges and the trees, but had a beautiful view of the lake and Hogwarts across from it. A nice rock on a sandy shore was a perfect place to sit, so we sat down and looked at the sun setting together.

We sat in silence for a while, Harry's arm around my shoulder, me leaning on him. He is such a romantic. Then, after a couple of minutes I asked him the question that had been bothering me since this morning.

"Hey Harry? What was in the second prophecy?" His arm around me tightened, and he waited before he spoke.

"Well, you can hear it for yourself if you want."

"If it involves moving somewhere, maybe later. I'm kind of comfortable here." I leaned into him a little more, and Harry kissed the top of my head.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too." I answered. Personally, I couldn't believe my luck at being with Harry as a couple in my first day at school. Something about that second prophecy must've been important, but I didn't want to think about it. Harry always seemed to tense up when I mentioned it.

At six o'clock, dinner started, so Harry and I got up and hiked back up to the castle. We were joking around until we had just entered the castle and Draco appeared in front of us. Apparently he had run, because Crabbe and Goyle came soon afterward at what they called a run. I had to smile at this, because they might look tough sometimes, but they looked really slow right then, which they are. Draco spotted this and started on me first.

"What are you smiling at Mudblood? Tell me and maybe I'll give you one more smile before I blow your head off."

"Hey! Don't you insult her!" That is so sweat. Harry is defending me! I can really stand up for myself though.

"Harry, its okay, let me deal with this." He looked at me doubtfully, but quieted down a bit. So I continued.

"Draco" I said, in my fakest honeysweet voice, "I was simply smiling at the point that your flanks have deteriorated into nothing. Look at them beside you. They can barely breath. Now, from my biology classes, humans can't function without oxygen. So what use would they be to you? You may not want my lectures about Biology, but my point is that you are almost all on your own. No one to talk with, no friends to laugh with, no girlfriend to love, and your family isn't here right now, as far as I know, so what makes you think you can insult people like me? If you blow my head off, which I must say, is a very hollow threat because I doubt someone as small and skinny as you could muster up the power to do as much as blow up a pin needle, but, if you do find a way to blow my head off, think of all of the people who would turn around and do worse to you."

"Yeah, might just get a killing curse coming your way too." That's my Harry! I smiled again.

"Anyway, to my point. Don't try to make threats that you know you will never follow through on, or you might just find a white ferret instead of your ugly, plastered face when you look into the mirror tomorrow morning." I internally laughed at this, while externally smirking and glaring at Draco. I could see the sweat rolling down his now pale grey face.

"You call my lies hollow? Well, I'll say your arguments are hollow, and you'll definitely pay for your remarks. Lord Voldemort doesn't like Mudbloods, let alone Mudbloods with their heads up their arses."

"Lord Voldemort doesn't scare me." I said simply

"I doubt you even know who he is."

"Really now? If you're talking about the Voldemort who killed Harry's Parents, the Voldemort who rose from the dead three years ago, and the Voldemort who has Death Eaters such as your father all around attempting to scare us into submission, I think I do know who you are talking about." I said coolly. He froze.

"How do you know so much about our world?"

"That, my enemy, is a secret I will never tell you. Now scamper before your existence starts to get annoying."

He glared at me, then turned and glided down the hallway downstairs, with Crabbe and Goyle limping after him.

Harry burst into laughter. I couldn't help but laugh a bit too.

"The look on his face! You were brilliant!"

"Thanks. I'm hungry though too. You ready for dinner?"

"Yeah. That was still brilliant though."

Dinner was a delightful affair, but I think all of this food is getting to me. The house elves really outdo themselves, but I think I'll have to go on some sort of diet.

After dinner, however, Harry pulled me aside, so as not to block the steady flow of students from the Great Hall.

"Umm, did you want to hear the second prophecy?" He looked really uncomfortable, I didn't know if should hear it or not.

"If you want me too. You look really uncomfortable about this, so if you don't want to, it's okay."

"No, I think you need to know, it's just not the best news in the world."

"Okay, let's go then. Where are we headed?"

"Dumbledore's office. He has this pensive thing. It, well, its hard to say, but it…"

"It stores your memories?"

"Yeah. You know about it too?"

"Yep. You should really read those books. Not only are they really good, but it might help you understand and organize things in your head."

"If I have time I will, but that huge essay that Snape gave me might prolong that just a tad." I laughed at this.

"That essay is way too big! You should really complain. I mean, how are you supposed to write ten feet on a single potion by the day after tomorrow!"

"I'll find a way. And that's normal for Snape. In fact, that's not too bad considering I'm in advanced potions."

"Still, it's not fair!"

"Snape's never been fair."

"True."

"Here we are. Now, the password is…um…shoot." We had stopped in front of the famous gargoyle. I stepped up to look at it closer. It was a beautiful statue that was obviously carved by magic. The intricate curves on its teeth and the claws proved that. Somehow though, the statue was beautiful. I had never been interested in art, but this was one beautiful thing that I don't think I could ever forget in my lifetime.

"Do you like it?"

"It's the most beautiful piece of work ever, other than the architecture in the middle east."

"I've never been there before."
"Neither have I, but from the pictures of the Blue Mosque, I know they're beautiful."

Something had caught my eye on the statue. A piece of paper rested in the gargoyles teeth. It was hidden well, but since I was examining the statue, I had been able to see it from my angle. I pulled it out slowly and opened up the small piece of parchment.

"What's that?" Harry asked me.

"I have no clue." There were two words on the small piece of paper. "Sugar Quill" I said aloud. As soon as I said it, the beautiful piece of artwork sprang to life and hopped aside, just as the book described.

I couldn't believe it. Not only had I just witnessed a masterpiece come to life, but the piece of paper that had been hidden was the password. Somehow it smelled of evil at work, but I'm no James Bond so I wouldn't know.

"Somehow I don't think that that's a good thing Constance."

"Yeah me too."

"Let's just go up. We'll tell Dumbledore about this. Maybe he can find an explanation." So we climbed up the moving steps to his office.