It's not easy to explain, but . . .

Chapter 41

"Are you feeling unwell, Sybil?"  Poppy questioned her, but Trelawney didn't reply, just sat, staring straight ahead, grasping Poppy's hand.

The others had gathered around, concerned, with Harry and Dan exchanging glances and raised eyebrows.

"Look familiar, mate?" Dan whispered, out of the side of his mouth.

"Too familiar," was Harry's reply.

Just then Sybil stiffened and pointed at Emma, who looked surprised, but not frightened.  Suddenly, a strange , raspy voice came from the Divination teacher.

              She is not whom she seems, this Muggle. who is a Witch.

               But her Magic is different; she has the power to love

               one  who thinks himself unworthy; a danger to her life.

              His need for her has been his reason for changing,

              Will love be enough, or will it all be for naught.

              Wizard and Muggle , together;  in the past and in the future. 

              She is not whom she seems; this Muggle who is a Witch.

The whole group swung their collective gaze to Emma, who blushed, and then visibly perked up and smiled.  "I feel quite proud right now . . . I'm the only Muggle she's ever given a Prophesy." 

Sybil was being helped to her feet by Poppy and Professor Sprout, who were leading her out the door to escort her to her rooms, followed by Hagrid and Professor Flitwick.

"Okay, Emma, who's the lucky guy?" Tom leaned over her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, smiling wickedly.

"Not you! That's for sure . . .," she replied, tartly. tweaking Tom's nose.  "It could be anyone who was in the movie, I might not have even really know him . . . . Hummm, perhaps one of the guys who were from 'Drumstrang' . . . I didn't get to meet all of them . . . or maybe one of the 'older students' when we were filming the first couple of movies.  OR, one of the Death Eaters or Snatchers . . . . Oooo, this is intriguing."  She wiggled her eyebrows, as Hermione, Ginny and Luna giggled.  The guys just rolled their eyes.

"Well, I'm just glad it wasn't about ME this time!" Harry injected, laughing.

Draco was standing at the back of the crowd, color drained from his already pale skinned face, saying nothing;  he was in such a fit of emotional turmoil, he probably couldn't have spoken a coherent sentence if his life depended on it, but then his brain calmed down so he could think properly.

'Was that me Trelawney was talking about?  I know the old girl is certifiably bonkers, but she has done this before . . . look at how Harry and Dan are reacting.'  He forced himself to concentrate on what Emma had been saying. 'Shit! She isn't thinking of me at all, just which Muggle it might be . . . but is that a bad thing, really?  She won't remember any of this. . . . I did change, in no small part because of her total acceptance of me back when we first met . . . I've waited all this time . . . No, Trelawney is right, I am a danger to her!' 

Draco felt tears springing to his eyes, so he turned and walked away.  Only Albus and Severus noticed, and seeing each other watching Draco's retreat, silently agreed on their next move.

"Well, fascinating as the prospects for Miss Watson's love life are, I believe sleeping arrangements should discussed.  Minerva, perhaps we should help these young people sort everything out, don't you agree? " Dumbledore stood with his back to the doors, everyone facing him.  Severus, in the meanwhile, had caught up with Draco.