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Chapter 2

Draco stood stock still as the fiery serpent unhooked its head from his chest and bared its fangs for the kill. Aguamenti! whispered Draco. Immediately, a dragon of water attacked the serpent and extinguished the fire. Unfortunately for Draco, his emerald cloak was drenched and icy cold. Lines of ash could be seen on his trousers and his cloak, clearly showing where the fire had come in contact with him. Ugh! Draco thought to himself. To top it all off, that girl had left him like that in a flipping Muggle neighborhood!

Draco felt himself sinking into misery. Why did Rachna have to be the second Chosen One? He couldn't help it, one of the damned tears slid down his face. It began from his father's public arrest, and he and his mother were put under house arrest from the Dark Lord immediately after. Finally, just when he was allowed to prove to those crumby fools who called themselves "Death Eaters" the true power of the Malfoys, he was faced with the love of his life as one of his greatest adversaries! Why did everything unfortunate always have to happen to him?

Draco looked around. Everything seemed normal, as if the fight that happened just moments ago hadn't even occurred. But the Slytherin prefect knew better than to assume that no one had been watching. Every shadow, from the bush to the stray cat's under the streetlight, could be a spy for his terrible aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, ready to report how Draco had failed miserably in capturing Rachna. Suddenly, the boy was filled with self-hatred and disgust at his actions. He hadn't even attacked Rachna with a single curse! She had attacked him twice, and he had only stared at her in horror! Get it together! snarled Draco to himself. What'd you expect? She fits in perfectly with the prophecy, and it's your fault anyway for forgetting what that damned prophecy said! Now, as he pulled himself together, Draco swore that no matter what, he would kill Rachna! Pushing down his grief, the teenager looked up at the sky with a determined look.

"Come on, you blokes!" he shouted to the looming clouds overhead. "I've just shown you what the Second Chosen One looks like! Go and give Aunt Bella the status and begin the hunt! NOW!" A dark wind blew through the trees, and with that, Draco turned on his heels and disapparated at the end of the street.

Rachna ran out of the alley onto an empty square. A giant tree stood in the middle of the square, with bright balls of red, gold, green, and blue colors hanging by wires on each branch, with a bright star topping the grandeur. Wreaths hung on the doors of churches, post offices, and the local police station. Green, leafy garlands hung by the chimneys and the gutters of buildings and local stands lining the sidewalks. Empty "For Sale" signs greeted the young girl as she walked past each of the dismal stands. Snowflakes gently brushed against her cheek, and suddenly, a fury of rage burned inside her.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed Rachna into the silence of the square. She slid down a wall onto the cold, snow-covered sidewalk. Putting her head into her hands, the young girl cried out her tangled feelings. The surprise and horror on Draco's face burned in her mind underneath her closed eye-lids. Rachna knew that during those first moments of complete shock, her crush had been trying to repel the reality that she was his enemy. He must have thought it was all a nightmare, a terrible joke! thought Rachna. Yet as soon as she had uttered the words that set her aside from the rest of Voldemort's followers, the words that showed her hatred for the Dark Lord, Draco knew that this was reality: they would have to be enemies.

"It's not like I favor Harry Potter!" yelled Rachna into the empty square. "He's also a dumb bloke, not knowing what the hell he's doing!" Every year, she was outraged as to how that idiot-head Potter got recognition for saving the school. As if he was the only one who defeated the dumb-asses that were stupid to attempt to attack Hogwarts! Usually, it was those two Gryffindors, Weasley and Granger who were helping him figure things out! Rachna had even helped Potter during the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, suggesting to Dumbledore to send the damned sword to the idiot! But noooo, did she get any credit? And now, Draco probably thought that she had always favored Potter over him!

Then again, Rachna didn't like Voldemort's method of thinking either. She had to admit, Dumbledore was pretty brilliant in the way he helped Potter over the years. Rachna did feel safe whenever Dumbledore was at school. Voldemort's ways of threatening, blackmailing, and killing horrified Rachna to her wits end! She had vowed, after hearing the admirers of the Dark Lord tell the "heroic" stories of Voldemort's triumphs, to hunt down and kill the dark wizard who had done so many horrible things, even if she had to befriend a personal enemy for that.

A carriage croaked softly across the street. Rachna pointed her wand at the carriage and gave it a flick. Instantly, the carriage splintered into pieces, as if a drone had just attacked it. Hm, not the best way to get out my anger, thought Rachna, but it's satisfactory. The girl got up from the ground and brushed off her snow-covered butt. Looking up at the stars, she wondered what to do next.

"I should probably look for Potter and the other two brats first." mused Rachna. She had already gone to Godric's Hollow, hoping to catch him there, but was instead caught by Nagini, that dreadful snake! She had whispered in Rachna's mind how she had failed to capture the boy, but was going to bring back Rachna as an "I'm-sorry-for-being-a-dunder-head" present! Yeah right! So Potter was ahead of her, but where would he go next?

Just as that thought crossed her mind, Rachna felt an unusual stir in the still atmosphere around her. Something was coming from the dark alleyway which she had left behind, something terribly sinister. Rachna ran to the edge of street and into a random bookstore that said "Open". She knew better than to take to the air when the air itself was bound to be scanning for her under the orders of the Death Eaters. Even inside the tiny bookstore, the lights flickered on and off, and goosebumps formed on Rachna's arms as chills crept through her.

"Nasty weather, eh dear?" said the old woman from behind the counter.

"Huh, you can say that again." replied Rachna. The old woman went behind a shelf of books towards the back of the room. Rachna regarded the woman with caution, for after all, old Bagshot had turned out to be a poisonous boa constrictor! The room was warm and cozy, perfect on a cold winter night like this. But something was wrong. Rachna tensed up. She heard voices in the back of the room, although she could've sworn that only the woman had been in the bookstore before. The young teen slowly took out her wand and pointed it at the nearest shelf of books, for the voices seemed very near, although she couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Who's there?" questioned Rachna. The voices became quiet and the bookstore went silent.

"I said who's there?" shouted Rachna firmly. "Show yourself!"

"STUPEFY!" cried out the voice of a young teenage boy. Rachna dodged behind the nearest armchair as the jet of red light blew apart a teacup on the table across from her.

"Harry, what are you doing?" cried the shrill voice of a girl. "This is a Muggle bookstore, please do not forget that!" What luck! thought Rachna. I actually met up with them!

"Don't worry, we can fix that later!" said Harry Potter as he crept towards the armchair which Rachna was hiding behind. "But if you think the voice that was just talking was an ordinary Muggle's voice, then you've got to be -"

"Don't worry, we know that it's not a Muggle." said another boy. "Ok, we've shown ourselves." he said into the silence. "Now, where are you? Who are you?" No dip you've shown yourselves! cursed Rachna.

"I'll only come out if you lower your wands." Rachna waited for a response, but her words were met with silence. "Trust me on this, I'm here on friendly terms. I want to help you and I have information that will be extremely useful to you guys! What do you say?"

The voices of Harry, Ron, and Hermione quietly talked for a minute or so before Harry's voice rang out among the store, loud and clear. "Fine, we've lowered our wands. Now will you get up?" Rachna slowly got up from behind the armchair and turned to find Harry, Ron, and Hermione's faces agape.

"You're kidding me, right?" asked Ron incredulously, reaching for his wand. "You're Malfoy's girlfriend! Why would you give us useful information?"

"Why would you even be friendly with us?" asked Hermione as she reached for her wand to, but Harry put a hand on both of them, motioning for them to not pick up their wands just yet.

"Let her talk." Now it was Rachna's turn to stare incredulously. Why would Harry Potter, the person who hated all Slytherins, especially those close to Draco Malfoy, stop his friends from attacking her?

A few moments passed as Rachna tried to gather her thoughts and present her situation in the most straightforward manner. "I'm the second Chosen One." she flatly stated into the silence. "And I have information about Voldemort that has helped me and will definitely help you." I'm sorry, Draco, thought Rachna, but I have to accept this as my identity now. I'm sorry.