Chapter 21 The Prophesy
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"A candle does not loose any of its flame, by lighting another candle."
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A soft voice filled the room that sounded almost like chanting.
As it begins he learn About wrong and right He will make a final choice Between dark and light
As it continues he will care For a woman strong and brave He shall do it all for her For her the world he will save
At the end I cannot say If he shall stand or fall But I declare that this stunning soul Shall help save us all
No one in the room spoke for at least ten minutes. Draco's eyes were darting around the room while Hermione stared at the wall. Albus and Minerva just tightly held hands and studied the younger couple.
"Are you sure that's about me?" Draco asked finally snapping out of his stupor.
"I believe it is." Albus began. "Draco tonight I'm asking you to make that choice. Voldemort or not."
The young man was taken aback and slouched in his chair. He had forgotten about Voldemort as difficult as that was. He looked at Hermione but she seemed to be trying to communicate telepathically with Albus. The prophesy had practically declared that he would join the light side but that wasn't much to go by. Prophecies were wrong all the time and they could be a bit off.
"W-what happens if I don't choose Voldemort?" Draco asked his voice shaking. He could feel the sweat forming on his palms and forehead.
"You will go under my protection." Albus answered utterly serious his eyes lackluster without their familiar twinkle. "Draco, I'm not asking you to make this choice for Hermione, Lucius, or myself; I'm asking you to make this choice for you. What do you really believe in and want to do? I only ask that you are completely certain before you answer."
"Can I give you my decision in the morning?" He asked standing up. As soon as Albus nodded his consent, Draco left the room. Hermione looked at the old man in the chair across from her.
"What does he have to think about? The choice should be fairly obvious." Her voice was sharp. The fire in her eye and the fact that her lips were drawn into a firm line were the only signs that she was inwardly furious.
"My dear," Minerva began smiling at her student, "you have to understand. If he chooses light, he loses everything. He would be going against everything he was raised to believe, his would attempt to disown him, and he would be making himself a target for death. And if he chooses dark, he will essentially become a slave. Either way, he loses something; he just has to decide what is most important to him."
Hermione felt her jaw fall open and her pupils dilate as the older woman spoke. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her husband was considering choosing the dark side (A/N: No cheesy Star Wars comparisons, please) and Minerva was defending him. Hermione took a sip of tea to hide the scowl she was shooting at the elder pair.
"Well," Hermione put he tea cup down and stood up, "I should go. I have to study tomorrow then Draco planned something for us to do so I should get some sleep. Dinner was lovely." She all but ran from the room and left two pairs of eyes staring after her. One was knowing and one was nervous.
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Draco sank onto the couch in front of the fire. He watched the flames mesmerized by the different shades of color and the occasional crackle of sparks. He had a big decision to make and he had no idea how he was going to manage. On one side were his father, his childhood, and everything he had ever known.
Going against that side was precarious and possibly fatal. While he didn't necessarily believe in everything his father believed in, he wasn't completely against either. But, choosing that side might also make him a hypocrite. He would have to be denouncing the names of all muggles, muggle- borns, and half-bloods while head over feet for the woman he thought was a muggle-born his whole life. Hermione was a pureblood but Draco hadn't even known that until two days before their wedding.
Hermione, just her name alone made a shiver run down his back. If he didn't choose the light side, she would never forgive him. Was he willing to risk the love of his life for his father and an evil man who would treat him like a slave?
Draco sighed dying for some firewhiskey or brandy but refusing to indulge himself. It would be better if he made this choice with a clear mind and wasn't hungover when he spoke to Albus in the morning.
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Albus and Minerva retired to their private rooms for the night. As they lay in bed, Albus kissed his wife's cheek.
"You defended Draco." His voice held admiration and surprise.
Minerva rolled her eyes in annoyance, "The boy has a big enough choice to make with Hermione mad at him for taking his time. She was always so logical, why can't she see that this is it for him?"
Albus looked worried for a moment, "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, Albus, I meant what I said out there. This is a life-changing choice and either way he loses something. There is no middle ground for him. He's too young, he shouldn't have to choose between his future and his past; it's just not right."
"I know," He comforted her and the tears welled up in her eyes.
"It's not fair to him, he's been through enough already. It's just not fair." She cried while Albus gently rocked her until it was late in the night when the finally fell asleep.
A/N: Okay another evil cliffy but don't expect them all the time. I'm so happy; I actually managed to write this before the deadline I set.
Next chapter : This'll be a goodie because you get Draco's decision and find out his plans for Hermione.
Reviews: They're such and ego booster.
PreciousPrincess: Thanks, that was very nice of you. I expect regular updates now ( puts on a fake serious face).
Apparateawayhplivesagain: This evil, evil cliffy is just for you.
Erilyn Rose: I'm glad you liked it.
dracos girl06: Thank you. I like Harry/Ginny stuff, too.
Angel5blue5: I love saying Dun Dun Dun.
Anarane Anwamane: Always so polite; I love it.
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"A candle does not loose any of its flame, by lighting another candle."
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A soft voice filled the room that sounded almost like chanting.
As it begins he learn About wrong and right He will make a final choice Between dark and light
As it continues he will care For a woman strong and brave He shall do it all for her For her the world he will save
At the end I cannot say If he shall stand or fall But I declare that this stunning soul Shall help save us all
No one in the room spoke for at least ten minutes. Draco's eyes were darting around the room while Hermione stared at the wall. Albus and Minerva just tightly held hands and studied the younger couple.
"Are you sure that's about me?" Draco asked finally snapping out of his stupor.
"I believe it is." Albus began. "Draco tonight I'm asking you to make that choice. Voldemort or not."
The young man was taken aback and slouched in his chair. He had forgotten about Voldemort as difficult as that was. He looked at Hermione but she seemed to be trying to communicate telepathically with Albus. The prophesy had practically declared that he would join the light side but that wasn't much to go by. Prophecies were wrong all the time and they could be a bit off.
"W-what happens if I don't choose Voldemort?" Draco asked his voice shaking. He could feel the sweat forming on his palms and forehead.
"You will go under my protection." Albus answered utterly serious his eyes lackluster without their familiar twinkle. "Draco, I'm not asking you to make this choice for Hermione, Lucius, or myself; I'm asking you to make this choice for you. What do you really believe in and want to do? I only ask that you are completely certain before you answer."
"Can I give you my decision in the morning?" He asked standing up. As soon as Albus nodded his consent, Draco left the room. Hermione looked at the old man in the chair across from her.
"What does he have to think about? The choice should be fairly obvious." Her voice was sharp. The fire in her eye and the fact that her lips were drawn into a firm line were the only signs that she was inwardly furious.
"My dear," Minerva began smiling at her student, "you have to understand. If he chooses light, he loses everything. He would be going against everything he was raised to believe, his would attempt to disown him, and he would be making himself a target for death. And if he chooses dark, he will essentially become a slave. Either way, he loses something; he just has to decide what is most important to him."
Hermione felt her jaw fall open and her pupils dilate as the older woman spoke. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her husband was considering choosing the dark side (A/N: No cheesy Star Wars comparisons, please) and Minerva was defending him. Hermione took a sip of tea to hide the scowl she was shooting at the elder pair.
"Well," Hermione put he tea cup down and stood up, "I should go. I have to study tomorrow then Draco planned something for us to do so I should get some sleep. Dinner was lovely." She all but ran from the room and left two pairs of eyes staring after her. One was knowing and one was nervous.
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Draco sank onto the couch in front of the fire. He watched the flames mesmerized by the different shades of color and the occasional crackle of sparks. He had a big decision to make and he had no idea how he was going to manage. On one side were his father, his childhood, and everything he had ever known.
Going against that side was precarious and possibly fatal. While he didn't necessarily believe in everything his father believed in, he wasn't completely against either. But, choosing that side might also make him a hypocrite. He would have to be denouncing the names of all muggles, muggle- borns, and half-bloods while head over feet for the woman he thought was a muggle-born his whole life. Hermione was a pureblood but Draco hadn't even known that until two days before their wedding.
Hermione, just her name alone made a shiver run down his back. If he didn't choose the light side, she would never forgive him. Was he willing to risk the love of his life for his father and an evil man who would treat him like a slave?
Draco sighed dying for some firewhiskey or brandy but refusing to indulge himself. It would be better if he made this choice with a clear mind and wasn't hungover when he spoke to Albus in the morning.
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Albus and Minerva retired to their private rooms for the night. As they lay in bed, Albus kissed his wife's cheek.
"You defended Draco." His voice held admiration and surprise.
Minerva rolled her eyes in annoyance, "The boy has a big enough choice to make with Hermione mad at him for taking his time. She was always so logical, why can't she see that this is it for him?"
Albus looked worried for a moment, "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, Albus, I meant what I said out there. This is a life-changing choice and either way he loses something. There is no middle ground for him. He's too young, he shouldn't have to choose between his future and his past; it's just not right."
"I know," He comforted her and the tears welled up in her eyes.
"It's not fair to him, he's been through enough already. It's just not fair." She cried while Albus gently rocked her until it was late in the night when the finally fell asleep.
A/N: Okay another evil cliffy but don't expect them all the time. I'm so happy; I actually managed to write this before the deadline I set.
Next chapter : This'll be a goodie because you get Draco's decision and find out his plans for Hermione.
Reviews: They're such and ego booster.
PreciousPrincess: Thanks, that was very nice of you. I expect regular updates now ( puts on a fake serious face).
Apparateawayhplivesagain: This evil, evil cliffy is just for you.
Erilyn Rose: I'm glad you liked it.
dracos girl06: Thank you. I like Harry/Ginny stuff, too.
Angel5blue5: I love saying Dun Dun Dun.
Anarane Anwamane: Always so polite; I love it.