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Draco looked around him and sighed. He kept wishing that this was all some dream, actually a nightmare. What was wrong with him? That should have been him killing the basilisk! Why was Weasley playing the hero when he, Draco Malfoy sat hiding? If his father ever found he'd be in such deep shit. He started to pace, making sure that if any danger came he would be ready and able to handle it! And what is up with Weasley being able to turn into anything?
How the hell was that fair?
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Dumbledore was in his office talking to Professor McGonagall.
"I'm worried, headmaster" McGonagall told him. "What if the young Malfoy turns out just like his father? What if he betrays us all?"
Dumbledore looked up at her; he had never seen McGonagall this scared before.
"Well then, we must hope that he doesn't."
McGonagall looked at him disbelievingly. "So, f he does betray us and, and kills her, you're just prepared to sit by and watch" she said her voice rising to a shriek. Normally she trusted Dumbledore with her life, and with the life of everyone else around her, but this was absurd!
"Professor McGonagall, I understand that you don't like this situation that we're currently in-"
McGonagall interrupted him with a bitter laugh.
"But" Dumbledore continued, "You must understand that the whole world depends on this, had I not sent them it would have been much worse then him betraying us all.
McGonagall scowled. She gave the headmaster a curt nod, and then left the room.
Dumbledore sighed sadly as the door shut behind her.
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"Harry bloody Potter, always so fucking perfect" Draco said, still venting. So Draco went on an adventure, and Scarhead stayed home, who the hell cares? Potter was the one who would get the credit for this anyway. The prophet would say that it would be because of "Harry Potter's wonderful knowledge they excelled.
"Fucking bastard!" he cried.
Ginny looked up at him sleepily and yawned, "Who is?" she asked.
"None of your damn business" he growled. Ginny looked taken aback.
Draco smirked at her nastily. She drew back suddenly, afraid of him. He looked so much like his father. They had the same blonde hair, and the same chiseled face, and right now they had the same hard and cold grey eyes. She backed away slowly, not daring to turn her back to him. She sat down beside the Dragon.
"Hello" she whispered softly to Flame-Thrower. The dragon nodded its hello back to her.
"I don't like it here" she said. I want to go home!"
The Dragon looked at her strangely; perhaps it was from that abrupt statement. "Yesterday you fearlessly battled a basilisk, and yet today you want to go home? I don't understand you at all little one. Do all humans have mood swings like this?"
Ginny looked over at Draco, the Dragon followed her gaze.
"Do not compare yourself with him; he is always in a foul mood."
Ginny smiled weakly. As much as they had tried they were not able to leave Egypt. In truth the country scared her a little. It was strange sometimes she was strong, feisty, and independent, but other times she was, clingy, sensitive, and so very dependent on people! She didn't understand what was wrong with her; normal people didn't have these mood swings.
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Hermione sat crying in the common room drinking glass after glass of firewhisky. This time she would never be able to forgive him, no matter how much he begged her! Just remember she told herself quietly, this is how they repay you for all your help.
Ron walked slowly down the stairs and sat next to Hermione. "I'm so sorry" he whispered. "I'm so sorry for what he did to you!"
Ron took away the firewhisky
She sobbed harder and started to hiccup.
"I-I tried Ron, I tried so hard!"
"Hush Mione, I know you did. Let it all out"
It was all so strange, normally it was the other way around, Harry would be comforting her about something hurtful Ron said.
"It's all my fault" she sobbed into his shoulder.
"No!" Ron answered fervently, "It isn't your fault Hermione! Harry is just being a stupid prat!"
"Ron, I think he's gay" she couldn't stop crying,
"What?"
"Yes" Hermione said. "I'm almost positive! I mean remember in the Tri-wizard tournament? You where the one that he had to save! Not me, not some other girl, you, a boy!"
"Hermione" Ron said taking her by the shoulders. "Listen to me, Harry isn't gay! There is nothing wrong with being gay, but I can assure you that Harry isn't!
Hermione just nodded "if you're sure…"
"I'm positive!"
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Harry was sitting on his bed, hugging his chest tightly.
"Help me!" he whispered. "I don't know what to do!"
He looked up hoping against hope that he would get some answer, he got none. He got out of bed, and threw on his invisibility cloak. He slowly tiptoed past Ron and Hermione, they didn't hear him. His heart almost broke at the sobs Hermione emitted.
He shook his head clearing it, and then snuck out of the portrait hole. He ran as fast as he could to the library, and then went into the restricted section. He was searching for a specific book. He ran his hands along the books until he came across the one he was looking for. He grabbed it and went to sit at one of the tables.
Prophecies of Old, he read the title to himself.
Chapter 1- The Prophecy of Thayenta, and who she is
Chapter 2- The Prophecy of Lord Walfimire, and who he is
Chapter 3- The prophecy of Delia, and who she is
Harry turned to chapter three.
In the 12 hundreds there was a prophetess, whose was christened Delia Weasler. She came from poor and insignificant background. She was a serf in the manor of Lord Lucifer Malfoy. She fell in love with young Lucifer's son: Darius. Darius was stubborn and cruel; he had no use for female serfs other than to make them his mistresses. Though the Weasler family was poor it was rich in love and in magic, as most serfs in the manor were. The Malfoy family was very proud, and it gave them happiness to see other witches and wizards to suffer as their workers. The day Delia made "the" prophecy it was the day of her seventeenth birthday, the day she got her powers. Most people thought that she went insane.
Darius somehow knew otherwise. He realized that he needed to protect this beautiful girl. They ran away from France to England, nobody dared follow them. In time Darius grew to love Delia, whom he once thought was nothing more than a concubine. They were married. Lucifer somehow found out about this and was enraged. He sent people all over to look for them, they were never found, and the Malfoy fortune was given to the middle son. Delia and Darius lived a happy and hardworking life. Delia was barren, and so they bore no children, and so they died out, but the Malfoy's in France (who later moved to England before the French revolution) still lived on.
Harry read this several times before flipping to the next page. He dropped the book as if he had been burned.
He looked at the picture of Delia and Darius, both gazing lovingly into each others' eyes.
"Ginny, and Malfoy?" he whispered. He shook his head thinking that he wasn't thinking clearly, or seeing properly, but no! Delia and Darius looked exactly like Ginny, and Malfoy.
Harry grabbed the book off the table and ran back to Gryffindor Tower.
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Ginny looked up from the ground. She got up and went to sit by mouse, who sat next to the tree, far away from everyone else.
"Hey" she said, as she picked up the mouse and held her.
"What's wrong?
"Nothing's wrong" the mouse replied. "Oh who am I kidding" she muttered "of course there is something wrong!"
"Would you like to tell me?" Ginny asked.
"No." the mouse spat at her.
"Please mouse-"
"Argh!" cried the mouse. "Why does everyone call me mouse? Huh? I have a name too! Do you call Flame-Thrower Dragon? Or Drana, Blondie? No! SO why must I be called mouse? Can't you just call me Ramie?"
"I-I-I'm sorry" Ginny stammered "I didn't know that it was so important."
"It was my mother's name, when she died from rat poisoning, I took on her name. I don't even recall my old one" Ramie whispered.
"Ginny patted Ramie's head.
"There, there." She said sweetly. "Is that why you were so upset?"
"No, I'm upset that, well it may seem silly to you, but I don't have anything to eat."
Ginny looked at her startled, "have you not been eating since we started this journey?"
"I have, but the only human food I like is crackers, and well, yours ran out yesterday" Ramie said sheepishly.
Ginny nodded "I wondered where they had gone."
The mouse blushed bright red.
I didn't know mice could blush Ginny thought to herself.
"I can get you more, if you'd like."
"Yes, yes please!"
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Once everybody had eaten and were refreshed from the week long stay they had at Egypt, Flame-Thrower took off, with Ginny carrying Drana, right behind him in her Dragon form.
Draco looked up and smirked. There was his constellation, Draco. The night always relaxed him. That's why he loved the astronomy tower so much, not only because it was a great play to snog and shag girls. He had always liked trying to find the constellations. His favorite was Orion. He didn't know why, it was just his favorite. Just like his favorite color was green, and his favorite type of food was mashed potato, his favorite constellation was Orion.
The mouse climbed onto his shoulder without Draco realizing it.
"Why are you so mean to that Weasley girl?" the mouse asked.
If Draco was surprised at seeing the mouse there he didn't show it.
"I don't know animal talk" Draco hissed at the mouse.
The mouse sighed and said very slowly, but in English "Why are you so mean to that Weasley girl?"
"Why should I explain myself to you? And how do you speak English?"
"You don't have to tell me why I was just curious, and I've lived around people long enough to pick up on their language. I can teach animal language if you want" Ramie asked.
"Aren't there different languages for each animal species" Draco asked looking haughty.
"No" the mouse replied "all those things about how we have our own languages are all lies; we speak one language when we want to talk to each other. Do you want to learn it or not?"
Draco sighed; he really didn't want to accept anything from such a small creature. Nut then wasn't there some story like that, with a mouse and a lion? The lion got stuck or something Draco thought.
His father had always said that, that story was a bunch of bull shit put together, one should never except favors from someone in a lower post, and then again everything his father said was bull shit.
"All right" he nodded. "But I swear to god" he said menacingly "If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you:
The mouse nodded obediently.
The mouse taught the whole night through, and by the end Draco knew a little of the language.
The day was dawning and so they landed.
"So, Silver dragons only fly at night?" Draco asked the mouse.
The mouse nodded. "Yes, they know how to during the day, but they prefer the night. Everybody always thinks that they just can't fly during the day. I s'pose they like it like that though."
Draco nodded. He had no clue why the hell he was being civil to a mouse, but then again she was the only person he could talk to besides the little Weaslette, so he decided to scowl and bear it.
As much as the mouse pretended to, she didn't like Ginny all that much. The mouse thought that Ginny was annoying and too good. She played hero when she didn't have to. When fighting against the basilisk it is just a bit stupid to jump into it and stab blindly hoping that she wouldn't die, either the girl was lucky or the gods were on her side. Mouse decided that it must be the first reason.
Why would any god care that much about what mortals are doing?
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"Insolent fool!" the Lord hissed, "How could you have let them escape?"
"I-I-I'm so, so s-s-sorry, My Lord" the man said falling down to his knees and kissing the hem of Voldemort's robe.
"Get up, Goyle; if your son is as incompetent as you are, you'll both be dead."
"Yes my lord, of course." The man said stumbling out of the room.
Voldemort looked at the snake coiled around the rug.
"It looks like you will have some human blood at last Nagini" he said.
The snake hissed in response.
"No, not yet, but it is coming soon Nagini, I promise, very soon."
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