A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Harry's Point of View

Earlier on, when Percy told me he had a bad feeling about our Astronomy lesson, I didn't believe him. I mean, of all the things that the Potters and Poseidon were known for, Divination is definitely not one of them. And yet, here we are, sitting in the Hospital Wing watching the white ceiling as the clock ticks ever closer to midnight, desperately trying to fall asleep.

In the bed next to us, Charles mumbled in his sleep. We sighed, and turned to face our twin with a soft smile on our face. Charles' shoulder was wrapped tightly in white cloth, and he screwed up his eyes slightly in pain as he shifted in his sleep, still mumbling some nonsense about Quidditch or something.

We heard the soft pad of footsteps, and turn sharply round to see Madam Pomfrey staring at us with sympathetic eyes.

"Can't sleep?" She asked in a soft voice, so not to disturb any of her other patients. We shook our head, and she sighed softly, sitting on the edge of our bed. "What exactly did happen? I have no less than five of your class members in here, and not one person has manage to inform me just what occurred during your lesson to land you all in here."

We grimaced, thinking back to a few hours earlier.

Draco grinned at us as we walked out into the crisp air of the astronomy tower. We were early, and so chose the best places to set up our telescopes and sheets ready for the class to begin. Our classmates trailed in slowly in twos and threes over the next five minutes, until all twenty of us were ready waiting for our teacher – Professor Sinistra – to arrive. Crabbe and Goyle, accompanied by Pansy, were mocking Ron as he set up his rather battered and slightly dented second hand telescope.

"Can't your parents even afford new equipment every other year?" Pansy sneered. "It's a miracle you can even see through that."

Ron blushed red, and ducked his head. It was a point that many Slytherin's chose to mock him on, because Ron rarely ever retaliated, and it gave them a sense of authority over him. But while Ron wouldn't retaliate, Charles had not such qualms.

"Shove off, Parkinson. Just at least the Weasley's understand what a heart is. That's worth way more than money!" Charles snarled.

Pansy laughed. "Oh really? Well, if brains were bread, I can honestly say that you two would starve! You think that everyone doesn't know you copy little miss know-it-all mudblood's homework?"

Percy and I growled slightly at that comment. Pansy heard us and turned to see who had growled. Upon spotting us she paled slightly.

"Pansy." Percy warned, our eyes narrowed to practically slits. "We've warned you about using that term before."

"Percy…" Pansy trailed off, dropping her head. "Sorry."

Charles and Ron shared a look, watching us. Charles looked slightly confused, but Ron burst out laughing, drawing everyone's attention to him. Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly in thought, looking between Ron, Pansy and us. She had nodded at us first, for stepping it as the term mudblood was used, but was now deep in thought over something.

Ron gasped for air. "By Merlin, Potter. If Draco's the Ice Prince of Slytherin, does that make you his pet Lion? Enforcing his rule, but then lashing out when angered?"

Charles realised what Ron was saying and his expression cleared of all confusion. A smile tugged at his lips at the image, but it was soon replaced by a frown at the realisation of Ron was implying.

"A Gryffindor?" Ron huffed. "I think you must have confused the Sorting hat. After all, no Gryffindor can willingly live and get along with slimy Slytherins! You're really just a pet kitten, who only raises his claws when absolutely necessary."