Hi, only a short chapter this time. Towards the end, I really wanted to wrap it up. Sorry. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Three

Prophesy

Hermione sat down in her last lesson of the day, Transfiguration. She sighed, looking at Minerva. Helga had taught this subject once, now she was long gone. Tearing herself out of her thoughts, Hermione began to get her ink, quill and parchment out of her bag and put them on her table. Harry and Ron walked into the room, shortly behind after her. Their last lesson had been Divination and they were running a little late. There were only 3 seats left and they took the only ones that were in a two. They sat beside Hermione, along the outside edge. Hermione sat at a desk off of theirs. Minerva was just beginning the lesson, when the door flew open and a timid Ravenclaw girl by the name of Nina Robinson tumbled into the room. "Sorry I'm late Professor. I wasn't feeling well." She gasped, stumbling over to the seat beside Hermione. Minerva nodded and turned back to the class.

Ten minutes later, the students were trying a spell to turn a rat into a dog. Hermione altered her words so her Dog had the tail of a rat still. But it was better than anyone had done so far. "Very good Miss Granger. Try it again and you may get it." Minerva praised. Hermione nodded and tried again, this time pronouncing the spell right. A large Mastiff barked at her, his tail wagging happily. Hermione chuckled and scratched his ear. "Hello." She cooed. Minerva nodded, impressed at her pupil's skill, and awarded her house 50 points. She moved onto the other students and Hermione, reluctantly, turned her dog back into a rat.

She looked over at Nina to see she was looking rather pale and she was shaking. "Nina, are you okay?" She asked, putting her hand worriedly on top of the Ravenclaw's hand. Nina gasped and her eyes rolled back into her head. Everyone turned their attention to her as she fell to the floor. Hermione frowned. She knew the signs of a Prophesy and wandlessly, and wordlessly, charmed her quill to note down the words spoken by the girl.

A rasping voice came out of Nina's mouth. "Eternity is a curse to the one who cannot die. The Daughter of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw can never die; she is an asset to both sides and is the key to the war. The truth starts to be revealed and soon all shall know of her. But her love is what shall make or break this war. If her love for a dragon with a dark linage prevails, then the light shall win. However, if chance should have it they don't fall in love, the dark shall reign eternal. Eternity is a Curse for the one who cannot die." The room went quiet in the aftermath of the Prophesy and Hermione's blood ran cold.

"Lesson over. I shall take Miss Robinson to the Hospital Wing." Minerva snapped, levitating the unconscious girl. The students wasted no time in leaving the room and Hermione, Harry and Ron were the last ones out. Hermione began to jog in the direction of Albus' office. "Mione, where are you going?" Ron called. Hermione shot him a comforting smile. "Dumbledore. He deserves to know about the Prophesy." She replied, running off before either boy could ask anymore questions. They shrugged at each other.

Albus was just finished writing a letter to the Minister about a private matter. His door flew open to reveal Hermione standing there, her hair hanging over her shoulder. "Albus. A prophesy about me has been made." She gasped. Albus paled and swiftly took the paper she offered. He scanned it, a stern expression on his face. "Indeed. It seems that you are the key." He muttered. Hermione scoffed. "Albus, your genius is amazing." She said sarcastically.

Albus smiled. "I see. What do you think it means?" He asked. "It means I have to love someone with a dark past, or heritage, or we lose the war. But the dragon?" Hermione paused, thinking it over. She suddenly paled. "No. I refuse to accept it's him." She growled. Albus frowned. "Who?" He asked, but Hermione swept out of his office.

Hermione stormed down the corridors and to her usual sanctum. Hera ambushed her the moment she stepped into the room and Hermione began to pet her. Fussing Hera and Marvin always calmed her, allowing her to think logically or relax. Right now, she needed to relax and think.

Albus sat behind his desk, absently stroking Fawkes and puzzling over who Hermione had worked the dragon out to be. A sudden thought hit him and his eyes widened. He chuckled. "Oh, well I see why she was so hesitant." He mused. Fawkes blinked and affectionately nipped his fingers. Albus rewarded the bird with a tickle under his chin and the phoenix let out a soft trill of happiness. "We need them to love each other; otherwise it could be the end of everything. Everything as we know it would be gone, and Voldemort will have won." Albus muttered, his startling blue eyes resolved and determined. "We will not lose this war. They will love each other. They have to."

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