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Chapter Seven

Tossing and turning in bed as she heard the Christmas music ringing in her ears after several hours the party ended. Magic Works was a song stuck in her head again. During year four, the Weird Sisters held a concert for the Twiwizard. Sighing as she placed the pillow over her head to muffle out the music in her head. It was a love song and she wasn't very fond of it.
'Shut up!' She shouted in her head.
'Sorry Celeste. I'll turn it off.' Draco's voice spoke back to her. She grunted as her mind went silent. Knowing full well that Draco was thinking about Astoria. The one girl who is a year younger than they were and Draco wanted her more than Pansy. Knowing Pansy would have her wand in a knot if she found out. But Draco was listening to music this late? How he was going to get an earful in the morning if she could remember. It was not long before the sun was rising for an early morning. Celeste sighed and got up. Her bed was wrinkled but it was warm. Her soft pillow kept a headache away after last night. It was loud and she was nervous after singing. Of course, she was used to singing with others but having the band there helped ease her a little. Hoping she would never have to do that again. She yawned and stretched her arms. Her back bending a little as her tangled hair fell off her shoulders before sighing her breath. She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe and found all her muggle clothes replaced with new robes and dresses. Celeste scowled before changing into a dark blue dress that fell passed her knees. Long sleeves that went passed her elbows a little. It was a straight down dress that fitted her figure perfectly. The blonde left her hair a mess. Not wanting to bother with it at the moment. The air in the room was a little tight as she opened the window a slight bit. Leaving the room to air it out and make it cold before she would return to it later.

"The Dark Lord was clear. It must be the boy who picks it up." The voice of Amycus spoke as Celeste froze. She stayed by the door but hidden from sight. Listening to what they were talking about. "I just don't understand why we 'ave to wait for him. Can't he just get it?" The man asked.
"No brother. Potter must touch the prophecy before the Dark Lord can handle it." Alecto's voice spoke. Hearing her voice caused Celeste to stumble a little. The door was hit softly.
"Who goes there?!" Amycus growled. He was too quick for Celeste as the door was swung opened and the collar of her dressed grabbed. The next thing the blonde knew was she was slammed against the wall and her side hit the desk.
"Ow! You're hurting me." Celeste spoke quietly.
"What did you hear?! Answer!" He yelled at her.
"Amycus! Let her go!" Alecto's voice spoke. It was not a scared or angry sound that came out but more of a dominant voice. Amycus looked at his sister and growled before pushing Celeste to the side.
"Answer him." Her voice became more calm now. Celeste raised a brow for she was confused at this. "Silence won't do you any good." The woman spoke again. The young blonde was nervous for she couldn't speak.
"Crucio!" Amycus shouted with his wand raised and pointed at Celeste. Whom fell to the ground. Screaming in pain as her body squirmed a little.
"Amycus stop!" Alecto cried out this time. She stepped in the way and pushed her brother's arm to the side to stop the curse. Celeste was barely breathing as she laid on the floor. "She's not going to talk to you. If I know her, she won't even.." She stopped talking as Celeste ran out of the room. "Stay in the room now." Alecto finished and shook her head. Knowing full well her brother's actions was now going to cost him.

Celeste found herself outside in the garden. She did not have tears this time. Instead, she had anger boiling up inside. Yet, another feeling that she deserved it. After all, the young blonde did listen to their conversation. She sat down on the snow covered ground and sighed with frustration. If the monster inside her didn't act up to the voice, none of this would have happened!
'Why now? All of suddenly?' Celeste thought and hid her face into her hands.
'Having problems? Anything I can do to help?' Draco's voice asked inside of her head. She had just completely forgot about their connection.
'I overheard the Carrows talking about what the Dark Lord wanted about a Prophecy.' Celeste answered her brother. It took a few moments before her replied back to her.
'Yes, the Dark Lord wants it. Only Potter can grab it. Hey, aren't you friends with that mudblood?' Draco asked as Celeste hissed. 'Sorry! I know but it's part of our nature. Anyways, as I was saying. Is there a way you can convince Potter to go after it? You're friends with Hermione are you not?' He asked.
'Yes, but according to Hermione, Harry it supposed to be closing his mind. I'll see what I can do. Hermione is trying to mend our friendship after all. I'll see what I can use there.' She answered and looked up. Someone was walking to her direction. The black hood was up.
'Spoken like a true Malfoy. Proud of you sis.' Draco's voice spoke as she rolled her eyes at this.

"Can you walk with me?" The familiar voice spoke as the creature roared again. Celeste blushed furiously and looked down at her feet as she nodded. "I do apologize for my brother's behavior. You're merely curious and it's natural." Alecto spoke as Celeste stood up and walked over to her. Seeing the dark witch had an extra cloak and handed it to the blonde. The young witch smiled and thanked her before wrapping her body with it. It felt warm against the wet, cold snow. Sighing softly as she heard no animals about due to the winter season. She hated how everything was so dead and silent. The only thing that broke it was the woman's voice.
"Now, I don't expect you to answer me but I will assume that you overheard about the prophecy." Alecto spoke as Celeste only nodded her head. "Good. Now, I expect you to keep quiet about it when you return to Hogwarts. Your mother has asked me to find you and tell you. The Dark Lord wished that you keep your knowledge about your memories quiet for now. He has a plan and you are part of it." The dark witch spoke. Celeste gave a confused look as she looked at the dark witch for the first time. Their eyes met. The young blonde felt her face flush a bright pink as her eyes sparkled. She quickly looked away again. Wondering if Alecto even knew.
"Your mind is silent today. I can't seem to read it. Severus has been asked by your mother to teach you how to block your mind from others." Alecto added as darkness fell across the Manor's ground. The moon was shining brightly this time. Full moon, none the less. It gave Celeste's hair a soft silver glow. The young blonde could feel the energy vibrating from the source. Taking a small breath to inhale the sweet scent around her as she closed her eyes. There were no leaves on the trees to sing to her. No animals singing their songs in the dead of winter. The red head witch took lead back to the Manor as Celeste followed in silence. "I'm heading home." Alecto spoke to Lucius who nodded his head. The woman was about to leave before Celeste spoke.
"Don't forget your cloak." She whispered and held the cloak out to the woman.
"Keep it. It'll keep you warm." Alecto spoke. With that, she was gone. The young blonde felt her heart sank a little as she yawned. Not knowing she was outside for several hours.
"An elf was sent to the library with your dinner. Assuming if you had any last minute homework." Lucius spoke softly as he kissed his daughter's head. Celeste smiled sheepishly and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you father." She spoke before she left to the library.

A prophecy is predicted and made by a seer who goes into a trance like state. Unknowingly it happens to them. They are spun and recorded into a sphere to kept until a said person is in the prophecy can be the only one to remove it. All prophecies that are recorded several hundred years back about thousands of witches and wizards is kept in the Department of Mysteries.

Celeste had read about prophecies for hours into the night. Learning how they were made. That they could also be unmade or walked away from. It all depended on the person. So far, most had walked away from their destiny while a few others had lost or won. Copies of prophecies could be made to protect the ones that were already moved. A copy, if made perfect, could fool a person. Only the one touching the sphere can hear the words being spoken even if chaotic noise was surrounding them. Not knowing her dinner became cold next to her. An elf came back and collected the plate as it sat a goblet down in it's place before quickly leaving the room. She only drank the pumpkin juice from the goblet as she moved and sat by the fire place. Wrapping the dark witch's cloak back around her. Something odd happened. She became instantly warmed as the creature purred when the scent was overwhelming her. A lavender scent filled her nose as she smiled and inhaled the scent. There was a small hint of blood as well. Wondering it that was a normal thing. Since the witch is a Death Eater after all. She probably tortured some muggles. That curse was something she was skilled at and it reminded the blonde to not cross her. Celeste wrinkled her nose before she felt a small burning sensation coming from the cloak pocket. Curiosity beat her as she fumbled and found a small box.

Celeste,
Your singing was beautiful. I enjoyed it. I do hope to hear you sing again. Knowing ho nervous you looked up there, it might be a rare chance next time. You do have a beautiful like your mother. She too was a great singer. Always showing her voice off. It's one of the reasons your parents fell so madly in love with each other. It was like your father was in a trance. You didn't stay for presents. I'm your secret Santa that your mother decided for this year. I hope you enjoy it.
~A.C.

The young blonde raised her brow at the initials. It could have been from any of the Carrows but knowing full well the monster inside of her knew exactly whom. She really needed to sort this thing inside of her out. It was something she never felt before. Taking a deep breath before letting the warmth sink back in. She opened the box and gasped lightly. Inside was a silver necklace with a small vile. Inside the vile was a miniature pure red rose. A real rose. The rose scent was strong enough to spread from it. It was one of those forever roses that are passed on down from generations in families. They were not sold or found anymore and now, here was one right in her hands. It was a bit ironic as well since her middle name is Rose. Celeste smiled as she placed the necklace around her neck and leaned against the wall by the fire. The cloak around her once more before she laid down and dozed off. Curled up under the cloak. The lavender scent not leaving anytime soon. The cloak kept her warm even when the fire went out by an elf who dumped water into the pit. Celeste only mumbled softly as she was magically in her bed again, though the cloak still wrapped around her body as she slept.