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Chapter 8: Death

Two weeks had past and Malfoy still had mental arguments about whether or not he should ask Hermione out. He had walked up to her and stumbled over his words, like a moron, and then walked away leaving a very confused Hermione and an even more confused Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. The only two laughing were Ginny and Luna, who were given strange looks by Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

Ginny was now in the loop about the Prophecy. Luna once again had slipped and Dumbledore and Kaytrina thought that the more inside information they get the sooner Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy...get together.

Kaytrina was pacing back and forth in Albus Dumbledore's office. She could feel it. The Vision or whatever you'd like to call it. It was coming. She always felt them before they came. It was like a warning. Like a warning label on a potions bottle; you have to read the label before you drink it, but for her she had to feel it before it came.

Kaytrina dropped to her knees as the pain in her head started. It was excruciating. Her family had told her it was the price she had to pay for beholding such a gift. Every prophet, fortune-teller, or circe had different ways of handling there visions or prophecies. Hers involved pain. She held her head in her hands and heard as the doors of Dumbledore's office burst open. She felt someone pick her up, but she couldn't hear because of the screaming; that was coming from her.

"Kay-Kay, it's ok. I'm here, Sevs here." She could barley hear her brother.

Severus Snape laid his sister down on the couch Dumbledore had conjured. With his hand, he combed away the hair that was in her face. He looked down at his baby sister who was now hyperventilating. He always wished that he was the one who had the families curse, not his little sister.

"Kaytrina, what did you see?" Albus asked.

Severus glared at the old man, "Albus, can't you see she's not..."

"It's ok Sev. I can talk." Kaytrina said and sat up. She gave her brother a reassuring look and Severus only gave a nod. "The Grangers."

"What about the Grangers, Kaytrina?" Albus asked.

"They're dead, Albus." Kaytrina said and looked into the old mans eyes, "Deatheaters."

The twinkle that once resided in the old mans eye was now gone. He knew how much Hermione loved her parents and now they were dead. "When?"

"I don't know how I didn't see it before." Kaytrina said to nobody in particular.

"When?" Albus asked more firmly.

"Yesterday."

"This doesn't change anything." Albus stated.

"I know, Albus. But..."

"No, Kaytrina. Nothing is going to change. That child needs to be!"

"I know! But, what do you suppose we do?! Not tell her! She needs to know, to greave, to get over her loss! If we don't tell her, that will change everything!" Kaytrina yelled. She didn't know why, but she felt as if yelling was the only way to get through.

"What are you two taking about?" Severus asked.

Kaytrina looked to her brother, she had forgotten he was there. She decided; without Dumbledore that she would tell him, "I made a prophecy. Two enemies would be united and make light."

"Kaytrina?" Albus asked.

"Shut up, Albus." Kaytrina said and Severus gapped at his sisters attitude. Albus smiled slightly. "Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are destined to be together. There child, will destroy Voldemort and all wizards like him."

"I thought Potter was supposed to destroy Voldemort." Severus said.

"So, did I." Albus replied, "But, every once and a while we are wrong."

"But a prophecy was already made..."

"By Sibyl, Severus." Kaytrina stated.

"Ms. Granger is going to take this news very badly." Severus said.

"Think you could perhaps give her a break for once?" Kaytrina asked.

"Hey, she's a Slytherin now. I've been giving her a break ever since I found out." Severus said pretty proud of himself for it too.

"Well, then." Dumbledore clapped his hands together, "Since it was Deatheaters that had...murdered the Grangers, I'm sure the Ministry will send Hermione a letter."

"Soon." Kaytrina said nodding, agreeing with Dumbledore.

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Dear,

Ms. Hermione Granger.

I am truly sorry to be giving you this new. But, I'm sorry to say that your Parents have been murdered. The deatheater have yet, been caught. We are scouring the globe in hope to catch them. I send my condolences.

Sincerely,

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic

The Ministry of Magic

Hermione read and reread the words that Fudge had wrote. She couldn't breath. She could feel the tears streaming down her face. She felt as her knees hit the floor. Crying hysterically. 'This can't be happening! They can't be dead!' Her mind cried, 'No, no, no, no, NO!'

Draco walked through the portrait hole to see Granger crying on the floor, immediately he ran to her side, "Hermione, Hermione what's wrong? What happened?" He asked finding himself worried.

Hermione let the letter fall out of her hands as she covered her eyes, more tears falling.

Draco scanned the letter, his mouth open. He looked at Hermione and he could feel his heart break, "Oh, Hermione." He said and took her in his arms. 'What the hell are you doing?' 'Comforting her!' 'Why?' 'Because she needs someone to comfort her.' 'Why you?' 'You know what. I cutting you off.' Draco stopped his mental conversation and held onto Hermione, letting her cry on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Hermione." He said combing a hand through her hair. Knowing what it's like to loose parents, he held onto her a little more. Of, course when he found out his parent were dead, he didn't cry, in fact he didn't do anything.

-

Kaytrina held her head in pain, "She got the letter." she managed to say.

"I can't believe they're dead." Ginny said. "They were really nice people, I mean they didn't deserve it."

"Everyone dies. When it's they're time." Luna stated.

"True." Dumbledore said, "Very true, but being killed by deatheaters... it's just not the gods choice."