Faith is Stronger (Harry Potter Fan fiction)

Chp. 29 Feliz Cumpleaños in Prophecy Form

“Ah, that was not necessary. Thank you all the same.” She sighs as she sits down in her pouf chair and sips some tea that smells strongly of brandy. Her hair is as large and curly as always, streaked with more grey than when I last saw her last year. Her glasses had a small hairline crack in them and her great many shawls were poorly cared for.

“Is everything okay, Professor?” I ask her tentatively.

“Okay? Okay, you ask?” Oh crap, I’ve started her on a tangent.

“Four legged beasts parading around denouncing my trade! Low pay! No respect among my current students! Ridicule! I’ve had enough!" 

“Professor!” I break through, handing her a quickly made cup of (normal) tea. She stops, trembling slightly, and takes it tremulously.

“You are very kind dear. Do you still take Divination?” I bit my tongue slightly before deciding to be honest.

“No, I let the subject go. It wasn’t needed for my career path.” She nods.

“You’re not one for prophecy anyway, my dear.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know my reputation is reputable, dear, but I am no fool. I do have many a real vision and since you arrived at this school, some have been about you.” I furrow my brow.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Jaclyn, dear, though you have such a strongly set destiny, you are not one to follow it. Catch my drift?” I think my mind clicked over what she was saying more from the shock of hearing her say ‘catch my drift?’ than from her actually speaking.

“What do you mean ‘my destiny’?” I sounded like a wound-up toy… She pauses in her last sip of tea. Setting the nearly empty china on the table and pulling her glasses away to clean them, she sets her surprisingly brown eyes on me and says with no hesitation nor deeper meaning.

“I know”

I can feel the blood rush from my own face, the tightening of my lungs as I realize that my most deepest secret is also in the hands of one of the craziest people I knew.

“Why did you never—?”

“Because you would never follow any of my heedings anyway. Hence, you are not one for prophecies.” I fall back against my seat.

“And do not worry for your young man, Jaclyn dear. He is being looked over by capable hands.”

“Okay” I say blindly, getting up and stumbling out of her room.

Now I really do wish she was crazy...

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Draco’s P.o.V.

“Blaise!” Draco yells as he’s continually pulled along. The blindfold was tight over his eyes and smelled exactly like his best friend’s dirty laundry. Six years in a dorm with the same guy will do that to you.

 “There is no Blaise here.” It was Blaise’s voice, but intentionally deeper and creepy. Draco snorts and attempts to move his hands which are bound in some type of rope behind his back, captured tightly in another guy’s hands, probably Theo.

 "Blaise, don’t even try.” I say scathingly.

“Sorry, mate, boss’s orders.”

“Who’s?” We come to a stop. It’s windy and I can smell the warm summer air.

“Mine” My blindfold is taken off and I see a familiar munchkin standing before, this time with two new cohorts. One was another Hufflepuff while the other was a Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaw girl was a bit short and built like a swimmer, with long curly blonde hair and ocean eyes. She seemed to be a seventh year, while the two Hufflepuffs were definitely in my year.