Broken Wings

Chapter 9: The Prophecy

By: Midnight Walker

Hermione sat in the plush velvet chair, thoughts running a mile a minute in her head. She'd never thought she would be, in all of offices, in Dumbledore's office. She sat, tore out the scrunchie from her hair and ran her hands through it.

"Hermione, dear whatever is the matter?" the usual twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was gone. He looked genuinely worried.

"Professor I have run into some major problems." She began. Hermione looked him in the eyes. "I suppose you already know I am going out with Draco Malfoy," here his eyes twinkled even more. "He loves me and I love him. But he asked me the one thing I believe I can't do for him. He wants to become a vampire, to spend eternity with me." Hermione waited for the blow to come but when she looked up, he was smiling. "Why in the world are you smiling? Aren't you worried?"

"No dear I am quite happy with the way things are turning out." He turned around and went to a bookshelf in the corner. He pulled out a piece of old yellowed parchment, and handed it to her.

"What's this?" she said confused.

"Sixteen years ago a prophecy was made. About a sixteen year old girl turned into a vampire. We have reason to believe that this vampire is you."

"Jeez, does everyone have a hidden prophecy, hiding in here?" she asked gesturing to the book case. When she was really pissed off, the sarcasm showed its true potential. She opened the parchment, and words in what appeared to be blood, appeared.

Long ago a prophecy was made about a boy named Harry potter. This Harry Potter was to defeat the darkest lord the wizarding world has yet to see. But he cannot bring down the dark lord without help. Help comes in form of a girl also a vampire. She was born as the 10th month dies, and was turned into a vampire as her sixteenth birthday approaches. She was destined to be evil and destined to carry the dark lord's heir. But it is up to her whether the child will live a life bathed in evil, or live in the light. Her only hope is her true love, a traitor to the very side he was born to embrace. Only he can stop her from giving in to the dark side to stand by the dark lord, and to give birth to his heir.

Hermione looked up and stared at professor Dumbledore. She then jumped up screaming.

"I will NOT carry his child. He is like, a 100 years old! Ewwwwww!" she shivered in pure disgust. "Ugh!"

"Hermione, dear that you cannot prevent but you can stop your decent to the dark side. Draco will always be there for you. You must never shut him out, for he is all you got. As for your current problem, just follow your heart." The all knowing twinkle was back. Hermione took this as her cue to leave, and left quickly to find Draco. She knew what she had to do.

Draco's POV

I sat on the hard floor of the astronomy tower, just thinking. The moon was full and bright. The sky was an ink black. I heard the wooden door creek open, and Hermione steeped in. I looked over at Hermione. Gods she was beautiful! Her black hair was a little messy as if she had just run her hands through it. Her honey eyes were a little distraught when she looked at me. When she took my hand and looked at the moon, she then looked in my eyes and began to speak.

"Listen Draco, I sorry about how I acted earlier. I was scared and confused. I couldn't understand how you want to be something that is not even alive, undead. You want to drink blood of animals and humans alike for all of eternity?" she stared up at me, her question hung in the air. Then I kissed her and felt her melt in my arms. I pulled away and said, "Yes," My breath hot on her ear. She shivered. She pulled back and said, "Alright, this will hurt but only for a short time." She then proceeded to kiss up my neck and lick it. She seemed to hesitate first because I could feel her warm breath on my neck, then the sharpest pain I've ever felt coursed through my body. Then when I blinked it was over and I felt my body get weak and I collapsed into her arms. I felt her lay me down on the ground and saw her cut her wrist.

I felt the warm blood enter my mouth and it was the best then I've ever tasted. It gave me strength and I felt more alive than ever before. My senses heightened and I heard and felt everything! I could hear a beetle sitting on a leaf, in the middle of the forbidden forest, I could feel the vibrations from the students walking the halls below us, and if I tried hard enough I could even hear their conversations! This of course was all new to me so I was fascinated.

I looked at Hermione; she had a UN real beauty to her. Her eyes were a deep red and her fangs showed beneath her lips. I felt my mouth I had fangs too! Hermione looked on in amusement laughing out loud at me. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. This was the girl I decided to spend eternity with and I will make it worth wile.

Adrick paced the dark room in anger. He had failed in his mission! His mission was to make Hermione fall in love with HIM not her true love Draco malfoy. The dark lord was not going to be happy with him. He was eventually supposed to bring her to the dark lord so he can seduce her, and have an heir to the throne. He'd seen autumn earlier, hanging on the arm of Harry potter. She seemed to be doing well with her mission, which was to make Harry fall in love with her, or turn him to the dark side to work with the dark lord. Adrick watched as Harry leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He smiled as least someone was having a good time.

He looked down at the Daily Prophet in front of him. The headline was DEATH EATERS ATTACK MUGGLE TOWN: WHOLE TOWN DESTROYED, 100 KILLED!

He smiled they were so pathetic. He had been there as the stupid mudbloods begged for their lives. He had felt uneasy when he killed a 17 year old girl with one blue eye and one black eye. Her black hair spread out on the floor covered in her parent's blood. Her eyes seem to haunt him every time he closed his eyes…

Moments later his dark mark tingled. He walked down the corridors, trying not to think about the pain that would he would have to suffer through.

Autumn sat on Harry potter's lap laughing at the jokes they told. She didn't really care for the jokes or them. They were all going to die anyway. She leaned back against Harry's chest and closed her eyes. She felt his hand on her hip. Today she turned many heads as she always did. She wore a short black leather skirt by this muggle designer named Giorgio Armani, black leather stiletto boots that stopped just under the knees, and a black tube top that she had to keep pulling up after walking, do to her "assets" as Harry had putt it.

Autumn was from a pure-blooded wizarding family. The dark lord had recruited her to be his assassin after he heard about the family. Autumn's family was assassins. She was not usually called autumn; she was called Ramirez her last name. Her family were natives of Spain, but moved to the U.K. 3 years ago. Training to become an assassin started after your 8th birthday. She was one of 5 teenage assassins' in her family. They worked for the dark lord to kill in raids and other events he hosted.

Soon everyone in the common room had left and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled at him. He was so easy to manipulate. Autumn changed her position so she was straddle ling his hips. This was her chance to make him fall in love with her. He moved his hands from her waist to her hips. 'Lately Harry has been a little rebellious. Maybe it was because Dumbledore hid the prophecy from him and had him suffer at the Dursley's.' Autumn thought.

She leaned closed to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Harry responded back with eagerness. He changed positions so they were lying on the couch and autumn was underneath him. She ripped of his shirt and that joined the growing amount of clothes. They continued, their sleeping roommates oblivious to what was going on downstairs on the very couch they sat on everyday.