The Watchers Destiny

Chapter 3- The Two Dragons

I stayed with the Weasleys the following three days, caring for Fafnir and Fawn with the help of Fred and George, who absolutely adored them. She returned from Draco on the second day, but she had not letter. On the fourth day people from the Order came and went and I knew they were preparing to collect Harry in two days time. Harry coming here meant that I would have to leave. I didn't know where to go from here.

For the last three days Ron had avoided me like the plague. I was actually rather pleased about that in many ways, because it meant I didn't have to deal with his petty childishness. On this day, the fourth day, he accidentally cornered me. Molly had asked me to take a basket of clothes upstairs for her as I wasn't doing anything. I took the basket up and put the contents of it in the correct rooms. In the end all the other stuff was Rons, so I went up the final flight of stairs and saw the door open, so I went in and put the remains of the baskets contents of Rons bed. I turned to leave but found my way blocked by Ron, who was standing in the doorway. He stared wide eyed, then looked down at the floor, still in my way. He showed no sign of moving or saying anything. I sighed.

"Ron, I forgive you, just please get out of my way?" I said.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled to the floor, then looked up at me, repeating himself, "I'm so, so sorry."

"You're forgiven," I said, wanting desperately to leave the room, but something was on his mind.

"You're probably all hormonal from the babies and stuff, so I shouldn't have said anything to push you. It's just, I haven't been thinking strait this last week."

"It' alright," I said, strain tinging my voice.

"You know, don't you?" he said, looking up at me, "You know what's coming. How?"

"I can't tell you."

"Please," he begged, "please."

"Ron, I can't. It's all going to be ok, though, I promise." Liar.

"You're sure?"

"It'll all work out in the end, I swear," I said, that was the truth.

He tried to smile, but it came out more of a grimace. Thankfully, to break the awkwardness, an owl landed on the window sill and scratched at the window. It was a huge great tawny owl with a sharp head and intelligent eyes. It was Draco's owl without a doubt. Ron recognised it too.

"Is that Draco Malfoy's owl?" he asked, distaste in his voice.

"Why would he be sending messages here? No, probably not."

I went over to the window and opened it, the owl hopping in and stretching out its leg. I took the letter and it flew off up into the sky. It was addressed to me and so I opened it with shaking fingers, worried about what it might say.

Unicorn,

I am desperate to meet the cub, but the opportunity is little and few. Date and time it and we shall meet. Is there some way you can hide it?

Dragon. 

Why hadn't I thought to do this before hand? I flipped it over and tapped the parchment.

"Specialis Nuntius," I muttered.

From my wandtip twisted lines of ink onto the paper, twisting itself into words that I thought to write down. Only I and the recipient could read it. No revealing charm would work on it.

Dragon, only you can read this. Tomorrow. 8 in the morning. In Hogsmeade.

Unicorn.