Tears of a confused mind
A.N thank you Paprika90, you review really brightened my day. I wasn't expecting any reviews because I didn't think it was any good.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything associated with it. However I do own the rights to the original plot and OC'S.
Chapter 8: dresses portkeys and seer scripts.
It had been a few days since Harry and Ron had visited her and she felt so much better. They had semi convinced her that she could get through all of her troubles and worries with the people that loved her around. She still considered herself a murderer but now she let people around her. For the last few days she also hadn't heard that voice in her head. This was such a relief. One thing she still worried about was Dray. She knew now that he was Draco Malfoy, but did that matter? He too knew who she was now, so did that effect his opinion on her at all? She was so sure she wasn't the only one to feel the connection between them that night in the club. It was far too intense, but what if she was wrong and hates her? She did kill his father but then again he didn't seem to get on with him because he made Dray get the dark mark. She hadn't stopped thinking about him since Harry and Ron had told her it was him. She had to see him again, that connection couldn't be ignored.
Hermione was sitting alone in her private rooms waiting for McGonagal to come. She needed some new things from Diagon Alley like robes, some books and she wanted a dress she had seen. McGonagal had been willing to get these for her because she had been showing signs of recovery. There was a light tapping on her Portrait hole. Hermione turned around and opened it to see McGonagal standing there with a dozen packages wrapped in brown paper.
'Here you are. I hope it's everything you wanted.'
'I'm sure it is. And thank you again Minerva, it's very kind of you.'
Hermione put all of the packages on her bed but then picked up one of them.
'Not a problem Maya, I'm happy to do it. And I must say that dress was absolutely beautiful. That material was so soft. It would look wonderful on you.'
Hermione looked at the dress she had in her hands and smiled. It really was beautiful. It was a red silk dress that reached the floor and had a slit up to her calf. It had little straps and a plunging neckline. It didn't go to far down but it showed enough cleavage. Along the slit was silver embroidery.
'It is isn't it? I saw it with my mum before- well I've always been meaning to pick it up.'
They both admired the dress again. This was one of the last times Hermione and her Mum had been together. It was just before school started and they were shopping for school supplies. They had been wondering down Diagon Alley when Hermione saw the dress in the window. Her mum promised her that they would come and get it at Christmas. She already knew what the dress looked like on, she couldn't just walk past the shop and see such a beautiful dress without trying it on. It fit like a dream. Hugged tight around her breasts giving them more of a rounded look. It wasn't as tight on her middle but it still showed she had a flat stomach, then it flowed, right down to the floor, it had a lace layer underneath with made it a lot softer. It was an amazing dress, and it reminded her of her mum.
'Well I better be going. Don't forget about your meeting with Dumbledore in half an hour. Have you made your decision?'
'Yes, and thanks again for these, It's much appreciated.'
'Ok well I'll see you soon. Bye Maya.'
'Bye Minerva, I'll be there shortly.'
Hermione had made her decision and couldn't believe she was even asked. It had come as such a shock to her and needed a few days to think about it.
FLASHBACK
It was the day after Harry and Ron had left and Hermione was sitting at Dinner with most of the staff. Earlier that day Dumbledore had asked her whether she planned on staying at Hogwarts for another year. Hermione had thought about it but never made a firm decision. All the teachers had stared at her waiting for her to answer but she said that she would tell them tonight at dinner...
'So the Hippogriff said to the sea hag-'
'Albus this is really not the time or the place and how many times have we heard that one?'
'Yes, I'm sorry Minerva, I wasn't sure if Maya had heard it or not.'
Hermione caught his eye and smiled, she had heard that joke at breakfast this morning but wasn't going to say that to the poor old man.
'So 'Mione you fort 'bout if your comin' back.'
All the staff looked up from their plates. This is what they had been waiting for all day. To know whether or not there best student was coming back to Hogwarts for her final year. Hermione looked at Hagrid and replied.
'Actually Hagrid I have decided.'
She went back to eating leaving her reply open like that. It was funny to her to play games with them. They got so uptight and impatient. The teachers were confused and annoyed she hadn't giving them a straight answer. Hagrid pressed on.
'And...'
'And you must understand that my decision was all my own and is exactly what I want to do. I think that it will benefit all those around me and I have thought long and hard about this. It wasn't an easy decision to make at all-'
'Miss Granger, please stop rambling and tell us if you are staying or not!'
'We want to no if we get our best witch back or not!'
Hermione smiled at her Professors.
'You know this place would fall apart with out me and I'm going to miss it so much.'
The whole table held their breath. She picked up her pumpkin juice and had a long sip. She finally put the glass down and said.
'But I think I will grace you with my presence for another year.'
The whole table let out their breath. They were so relived.
'Thank god, we thought we would have to lock you in your room and teach you at night!'
'O Professor Sprout do you think that the walls of Hogwarts could keep me here if I really didn't want to be?'
'No I guess not.'
'It's a good thing I'm staying then isn't it!'
The whole table was laughing and telling her how glad they where that she was staying. Once everyone had calmed down and desert was being served, Dumbledore turned to Hermione.
'It really is good that you are staying Maya, because now I can offer you the position of head girl.'
The whole table was silent. You could hear a pin dropped. They were all thinking the same thing as well. What was he playing at! He had just appointed Malfoy head boy! All the staff knew now that it was Malfoy in the club, and that it hadn't ended on good terms. They knew Dumbledore would have done thins for a good reason so they just had to trust him.
'Head girl? I really don't think I'm the person for that Albus. I mean do you want all the younger years looking up as me as their role model? I really don't think that is wise.'
'Maya, I can't think of a perfect role model than the saviour of the Wizard kind. You saved all of their lives and I can't think of a better way to repay you. I no it isn't much but you are the perfect person and only person I would have considered for the position.'
'O whoa, well that's um. That's defiantly something! Can I think about it?'
'Of course you can. But I must ask you to tell me in a few days.'
END FLASHBACK
Hermione had finally made her decision about being head girl and had to go and tell Dumbledore the news. She stooped outside the gargoyle statue and muttered
'Haribo.'
The statue sprang to life and she made her way up the spiralling staircase. She knocked on the door and walked through into his office. She saw that Dumbledore and McGonagal were waiting for her. They didn't have very excited faces on, actually their faces were quite sombre.
'Good morning Maya, how are you?'
'I'm fine thank you Albus and your self?'
'Yes absolutely fine. I'm sorry to ask this straight away but have you made your decision?'
'Yes I have and I think I will take you up on your offer.'
'That's excellent Maya that really is. But I must ask you a very serious question. Before the Head boy gets here actually.'
'Ok.'
'Have you ever heard of a Seer Script?'
'Erm, yes I have. They're very rare scriptures made by true Seer's. Much like a prophecy but on parchment. They are usually made on the night of important significance in time. They also cancel out any linking prophecies made about one or all of the people involved. The last one that was made was such along time ago, when Salazar Slytherin was around. Thousands prophecy's have been made but not a Seer Script.'
'You are very true on most of that Maya. You see I have uncovered a seer script that was made about 50 years ago. It was actually made my our very own Divination teacher's grandmother.'
'Really? Who is it about?'
'It's actually about you.'
'But that's impossible I wasn't around 50 years ago.'
'Perhaps if I showed you it would make more sense?'
Dumbledore waved his hand and a very old piece of parchment appeared in front of him. Most of the words were very old and unreadable. Hermione was very confused. Who would right a Seer Script about her? 50years ago? What happened 50years ago that is of great importance? Dumbledore waved his hand again and the words appeared in front of Hermione.
Tonight an evil shall rise.
An evil never seen before.
Massacre and murder this evil will cause to worlds not just his own, to clean the world of impurity.
Tonight when he sacrificed a curse be placed upon him and land.
As kin he killed his father, because of blood not as pure.
His blood now sown in the land will bring power to an equal.
Not of blood but of ability.
Where he rest no harm can come to those of a lesser blood.
'Till 50 years the curse is placed, until a battle will commence, on the resting place where lesser blood is sown.
A witch will be the saviour of those who do good.
Not of age but still the salvation of two worlds.
One of which cannot defend and those of no blood.
The other of mixed and magic is key.
A friend of his foe who setback yet helped his return. And has a third of golden thread.
She is a lesser blood but has the power of a pure.
50years from this eve she comes to save, but calls upon her inner strength and kills the evil blood.
40 followers shall fall with their master but one whose intensions were good will survive.
She cannot control this power without her hearts desire.
She is destined to be the greatest witch of her time, her power will serve her good.
She blames her self for ruining lives, a murderer is seen as a mirror image.
She runs away from her destiny and can only be brought back by a pureblood traitor -'
Again Dumbledore waved his hand and the words disappeared. Hermione was no fool, she knew that wasn't finished.
'It wasn't finished.'
'That's all we recovered.'
'I don't believe you. I think there is more to it.'
'Maya that's all we have.'
There was no point pressing the issue, she was sure they'd tell her in their own time. However in her head she was going over and over what it had said. There was silence in the room, Dumbledore and McGonagal watched her closely.
"Tonight an evil shall rise. An evil never seen before. Massacre and murder this evil will cause to worlds not just his own, to clean the world of impurity.' I take it that this means Voldermort? Evil and wanting a pureblood race?'
The two Professors nodded and she carried on.
"Tonight when he sacrificed an curse be placed upon him and land. As kin he killed his father, because of blood not as pure.' Erm he killed his father because he was a Muggle? So a cursed was placed upon him?'
'Yes that's right.'
'So that's probably the significant night, when it was made?'
Again they nodded at her.
"His blood now sown in the land, will bring power to an equal. Not of blood but of ability. Where he rest no harm can come to those of a lesser blood.' I'm not to sure on this.'
'Where his father's blood has been spilled, it's been marked as a place for an equal in power for Voldermort. We no that it wasn't a pureblood because it says not of blood. So where this blood is no harm can come to a half blood, Muggle born or Muggle.'
'Ok. 'Till 50 years the curse is placed, until a battle will commence, on the resting place where lesser blood is sown.' That obviously meant the night at the Riddle Mansion. I take it that was exactly 50years from the Script?
She didn't let them answer she just carried on
"A witch will be the saviour of those who do good. Not of age but still the salvation of two worlds.
One of which cannot defend and those of no blood.
The other of mixed and magic is key.' Ok so about 16 and saved both the Muggle world and the Magic.'
"She is a lesser blood but has the power of a pure. 50years from this eve she comes to save, but calls upon her inner strength and kills the evil blood.
40 followers shall fall with their master but one who's intensions were good will survive.' Ok pretty self explanatory apart from her inner strength.'
'That means that the power you posses now has always been inside of you and that night at the Riddle Mansion, his fathers blood help you to uncover it.'
'Ok so what I got from this is that a witch around 16 who's a Muggle born is supposed to be the greatest witch of all time? Ok but how has that got to do with me?'
'It can only be you.'
'I'm sure that there are plenty of 16 year old Muggle born's not just me.'
"A friend of his foe who setback yet helped his return. And has a third of golden thread.' '40 followers shall fall with their master but one who's intensions were good will survive.' 'She blames her self for ruining lives, a murderer is seen as a mirror image.' You are friends with his biggest foe - Harry who set him back AND helped him return. The three of you are called the GOLDEN TRIO, one third of the golden thread? Ok that night at the Riddle Mansion you killed 40 Death Eaters but Professor Snape survived because he was on the light side. And you blame your self for your parent's death and ruining their families. You see your self as a murderer. You see Maya there is nobody else.'
There was silence in the room. Hermione didn't no what to say. All the signs were pointing to her but she didn't want to believe it. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door and some people walking in. She spun around to see who had entered, she saw Snape and a boy about her age wearing black jeans and suede back shoes, with a black long sleeved stop with a green dragon on the front. She recognised his immediately.
'You.'
Draco Malfoy was up early, he hadn't been sleeping well since he met Maya. All he could think about was her and the incredible attraction they had between each other. He was sure he wasn't the only one to feel it, something like that had to be felt on both parts and there was no way in hell that he had imagined it. He had to see her again, just to talk to her. He hoped that she would be coming back to school because he could see her then, she was with Dumbledore and McGonagal so his chances were high of seeing her again. But then with everything that she had been through he wasn't sure if she wanted to come back. And what if she didn't want to see him again because he was a Death Eater? He had to explain to her again that he didn't want the mark and never did.
He went into his kitchen to get himself a glass of water. When he came back he saw two owls sitting on his coffee table with letters attached to their feet. He picked up the black and grey owl he recognised as his potions masters owl and read the letter.
Draco,
Today you should receive your port key to bring you to Hogwarts. Meet me in the Entrance hall and I will escort you up to the Headmasters office. Yes I do know who the Head girl is but I think I will leave that as a surprise. I understand that you want to keep Maya around in our world but she is a very independent women now and will do as she pleases, not what other people tell her. That sort of connection with a person is very rare but not unheard of. Personally I have not experienced it but you and her are in totally different circumstances.
What? What the hell does that mean?
I am sorry if I phrased anything wrong but I don't beat around the bush, I had to put it straight and clear to you that there are things we must talk about.
S.Snape
That letter had confused him greatly. What was he talking about 'different circumstances?' there was defiantly something's he had to talk about with him, get things straight in his head and between them. He turned to the other owl and read the letter. Upon opening it a golden Gallon fell out.
Mr Malfoy.
The Gallon you have in your hand is your portkey. At exactly 11.00 it will be activated and bring you to the Hogwarts entrance hall. Make sure you have all your personal belongings with you. Upon arrival Professor Snape will bring you to my office where you will meet the head girl. We will go over you duties and take you to your new dorm.
I expect to see you soon
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He looked at his wrist watch and saw he had 45 minutes to pack. Dam. He ran around grabbing everything - clothes, books, potions ect. And throwing it all in his trunk. He didn't care about folding, as long as it all fit he didn't care. He looked at his watch again and saw he had two minutes. He locked his truck and held the handle. He put the coin in his hand and waited for that familiar feeling.
His watch beeped 11 and he felt that sickening feeling in his stomach and that familiar tug around his navel. It took a few seconds but he felt ground beneath him.
He tried to get his balance but feel backwards over his trunk and landed on his backside. He heard someone snigger in front of him. He looked up to see the amused face of Severus Snape.
'Nice entrance.'
'Shut up and help me.'
He held out his hand and Snape pulled him up.
'I hate those bloody things. Anyway can you tell me who the head girl is now?'
'No, come on you can see for your self.'
'Ok what about this thing you want to talk to me about?'
'No it can wait till later.'
They walked the familiar root to Dumbledore's office. Once at the statue Snape gave the password
'Haribo.'
Draco looked at him questionably.
'Some Muggle sweet.'
Draco nodded and they made their way up the staircase. Snape knocked and they walked into the office. In front of him he saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, McGonagal sitting beside him and a girl about his age standing. She wore a tight v-neck black t-shirt with a pink heart on the front and 'love me or hate me. I don't give a FCUK' on the back. She also wore a black knee length denim skirt and black and pink flip-flops. You could see her belly button which had a pink crystal bar. He recognised her immediately, but before he could say anything she said.
'You.'
A.N ok that's chapter 8. For those of you that wanted him back, well he's baaacckk! he he. But for how long?
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