Chapter Four:

Draco leaned back as he pulled away from Phoenicia's shining golden eyes. That was perhaps the most serious moment in my life, he thought, then reviewing, he amended, with a girl. Though her eyes had been upside down Draco had been able to see passion in them. She smelled so good, he thought wondrously. He had almost plunged ahead and given her a kiss but that would have been much too fast and unsubtle, which was not how Draco Malfoy worked. Instead he had leaned back, confident that he had made an impression. He went to sleep.

And got woken up. Professor Trelawney had her wand out and pointed at Phoenicia. Draco jumped up, ready to defend her and then stopped; and listened. "—whose name strikes fear in the souls of many, he shall succeed unless she whose faith has been lost is restored." Draco was stunned, he had just heard his first real prediction of a prophecy; and it had come from Phoenicia.

On the word 'restored' the increasingly glowing light at the tip of Trelawney's wand solidified into a ball, and she carefully removed it from the tip of her wand, and slid it into her pocket. She took a step closer to Phoenicia peering straight into her still closed eyes. When they opened they looked confused. She groaned and asked, "I had the weirdest dream. What are you all doing here? What's wrong?" Draco was shocked. Had she not known that she had just created a prophecy? Apparently not because Trelawney clarified with, ""My dear, you have had a vision! You have created a prophecy!"

"What?" she said. "But I couldn't have, wouldn't I have kn…" she trailed off, like she had thought of something. Trelawney took no notice, "My dear we must get you to Dumbledore, this is important news!"

She took Phoenicia by the hand and dragged her off, clearly forgetting about the other eighteen students in her class. As the golden blond hair disappeared down the ladder, Draco thought about what this would mean for his seduction of her. If she turned out to be important than he would have to be really nice to her, which I might not mind considering her hotness, I could marry her, she is clearly a pureblood, the thought never crossed his mind that she wasn't. The rest of the students were filing out, clearly off to pursue a more interesting way to spend the rest of the class time than sitting around waiting for Trelawney to come back.

Still, Draco stayed in his comfortable chair in the cozy perfumed room, and drifted off to sleep in the warm heat.

Trelawney's grip on her wrist was so tight, that Phoenicia thought she could feel bones splintering. It was an effort to keep up but every time she slowed down Trelawney squeezed tighter. She dragged her up to the stone gargoyle that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's study. "Candy corn," she said briskly. The gargoyle laughed at her and said, "He's not here."

Trelawney looked positively outraged, "Well where is he then?"

The gargoyle shrugged and said, "I don't know, he went that way." He pointed down the left corridor. the one that housed the hospital wing, Phoenicia realized. Trelawney reached the same conclusion and briskly took off in that direction. This must be important to her, Phoenicia realized, since she knows she isn't a real seer it means a lot to her that she discovered one. And Phoenicia had no doubt she was one, after the weird dream vision thing she had had it felt right.

They burst into the Hospital Wing with a lot more noise than should ever be in a place full of sick people. "Dumbledore! I have something very important to discuss with you!"

The silver haired old man turned around to look at them and as he turned aside, he revealed a tall man with shining blond locks, and a short woman with hair of the same color. Phoenicia, just like Hermione, had a great fear of the Malfoy's.

Trelawney gasped and took an involuntary step back, she quickly regained her composure, though. "Dumbledore," she said grandly, "I have matters of the utmost importance that must be addressed immediately!" Dumbledore turned back around to face Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, "Might we continue this discussion further, in my study perhaps, at a later hour?"

"Of course, Dumbledore," Lucius said, for the first time not ungraciously. "In the mean time mightn't you wish to visit your son? I'm sure you remember the way to the Slytherin common room."

Lucius looked uncertain, "I suppose it is time to have that discussion with him." Phoenicia wondered what he meant by 'that'. Didn't sound good, whatever it was, she was a little worried for Draco's sake, she knew that her parents would never hurt him, though.

Trelawney still hadn't let go of her wrist and she could no longer feel her hand, it looked to be turning grayish blue. As they walked along the corridor back to Dumbledore's study she must have given some sign that she was in pain, because Dumbledore said, "Sybill, you may wish to release Ms. Dregovitch's arm." She remembered when she had first gone to Dumbledore to change her identity. She hadn't even tried to come out with some kind of excuse for him, she simply told him that she wanted to be someone new, someone else. And being the kind man that he was he agreed to let her try it. Not even the teachers knew who she was, it was just Dumbledore, Ginny, and Harry, and unfortunately Lavender. She didn't trust Ron with the secret because he just wouldn't have been able to keep it, oh, it would be an accident of course. Everything that he blunders about doing is an accident. She still wasn't feeling too peachy towards Ron. Obnoxious little oaf, he has no claim staked on me but he won't let me date anyone else, he scares them all away. It's not as if we were every dating, she thought, with a little sadness, she almost wished they had been. Then maybe no one would make fun of me for never having a date,, sadly it wasn't just Parkinson and the other Slytherin's either, even some Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's, and even some of the Gryffindor's had said it.

She tried to force the dismal thoughts out of her head as they reached the stone gargoyle, for the second time. There was no mouth this time, apparently it treated Dumbledore with the highest respect, even though Dumbledore would have probably enjoyed its banter, she thought fondly. As the steps twisted up into the entrance of Dumbledore's study she and Professor Trelawney waited respectfully until he was farther up the stairs. Then they stepped up onto the cool stone steps, hearing her steps echo loudly in the small space, echoing oddly off the round walls.

For the third time in all her time at Hogwarts she entered the Headmasters study. She recalled the first times were done on a much different note. Not always happy, just different. Like when he brought me in first year and told me to try and keep track of Harry, and when I received my Time Turner in third year, and when they put me in that enchantment for Viktor in the Triwizard tournament for the second task. This time felt much different. As he took his seat behind his desk, and his silver gadgets whirred silently around them, he never once asked what was wrong. He simply looked at Professor Trelawney expectantly, and she delivered, "Dumbledore, an amazing thing has happened! There has been a new prophecy!" she pulled a little ball out of her pocket. It was what looked to be a crystal orb but it had some kind of weird light inside it, like a miniature sun. Before when she had spoken of the prophecy, Phoenicia had thought she had been able to detect a slight rolling of the eyes but now those eyes widened in what could only be surprise. Whatever the glass ball was, it was clearly of some importance to him.

"But who recorded it if you had… Was it her?" he gestured to Phoenicia. "No," said Trelawney, "she predicted it!" she was pointing wildly at Hermione, I wonder if she can even talk in a normal voice anymore, Phoenicia thought drily.

"May I hear this prophecy?" he asked, gesturing towards a small stone cauldron on a table against the wall. Trelawney replied with, "Of course," and touched her wand to her head. Phoenicia jumped when she started pulling silver stuff out of her head with the tip of her wand. Like its coming right out of her brain, she thought creepily. When she pulled her wand fully away from her head and attached to it was a shimmering silvery cloud hanging off the tip. Dumbledore gestured for her to proceed and she took it over to the mini cauldron that Phoenicia could now see was full of silvery masses, swirling ethereally about, like iridescent whirlpools of delicate spiders silk. As she gently added her won to the mass it disconnected from her wand, seemingly of its own accord.

Over the surface of the liquid a scene played out, it was of her face, she was speaking, then it blurred out. Dumbledore stood behind them and said, "Alright everyone stick a finger into the penseive." She stuck her finger into the pot with theirs. She was suddenly back in the Divination room, standing next to Dumbledore and… two Trelawney's! But it didn't take her long to realize which was the real one. She instead focused on watching herself, creepy, she thought. Her eyes were closed and she began to speak.

A blood king shall arise through the use of only the most intrinsic dark knowledge,

He who thrives on great chaos shall commit all resources to the enslaving of humans,

Blood will flow from the hearts of all who fight in light,

Unless the faith of the one who strikes the earth is restored.

He whose name strikes fear in the souls of many,

He shall succeed, unless she whose faith has been lost is restored.

By the time fake her had finished, the entire class was gathered around her and Trelawney was forming the little crystal ball that Trelawney had given to Dumbledore. The scene misted over again and when it cleared out she was back in Dumbledore's study. Dumbledore was looking at her with the most curious expression on his face. "Ms. Dregovitch, when you created this prophecy, was it accompanied by anything?" She had no idea what he meant, "What do you mean?"

"Did any feelings, visions, or special thoughts accompany it?"

She thought about the dream, "Well, I had this dream and I guess at the same time as when I was saying the prophecy and…" she trailed off awkwardly. "Go on," said Dumbledore kindly.

"Well there were these three cats. There was a red one a black one and a brown one, the red on jumped out of the tree, oh they were in a tree," she added quickly, "and it came back with sliver paws, and then the black one left and came back with gold paws, and then the brown one, it changed colors, it turned white –" "Was it just its paws or it whole body," Dumbledore quickly interjected. "It was its whole body," she confirmed. "and it jumped out of the tree and it didn't come back, it ran across, like, a field and wings grew out of its back, and it flew away. That was it," she clarified unnecessarily. "What color were its wings?" asked Dumbledore. "Oh, they were black. And feathery at the bottom but all spiny at the top, like dragon wings." "I see, well you may go for now. It is quite possible that I will call for you later in the week to discuss this and you will be required to register as a seer with the ministry."

"Okay." She couldn't think of anything else to say. "You may go to bed now, Ms. Dregovitch." As she walked out she noticed that it was quite dark outside, she hadn't realized that she had been there for the rest of the afternoon.

Draco walked back to the common room in a daze. It was probably because he spent the better part of an hour breathing the fumes of the perfumed smoke that filled Trelawney's room. He walked into his room and woke up immediately when he saw the two people sitting on his bed. "Hello Mum. Hello Father."