She was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor.
❝Will you stop being a bitchy tosser, Hope?❞
❝Will you get yourself a new haircut, Potter?❞
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❛❛You make my heart shake, bend, and break. But I can't turn away, and it's driving me wild, you're d...
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THETIMEWASFINALLYHERE-THEMOMENTTHATTHISYEARWASLEADINGUPFOR. The group walked into the room where millions and millions of shelves held circular objects, that had a fog like gas swirl inside of it. Harry counted out loud, as he past by numbers, trying to find the right number Sirius was at.
"He should be here," Harry said, looking at a spot of nothing.
"Harry, it's got your name on it," Neville said, observing a particular ball that was labeled, 'Harry Potter'.
Harry frowned, walking over to the circular object picking it up.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but shall have the power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives," a woman's eerie like voice was casted from the object.
"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality," a voice grimed, coming from behind the group. Everyone turned around to a see a cloaked figure with a gold mask on.
The mask came off, as Lucius Malfoy approached the group. "You only saw what the Dark Lord wanted you to see."
"Now, hand me the prophecy," Lucius demanded, extending his arm out.
"If you do anything to us, I'll break it," Harry spoke, gripping onto the prophecy.
"He knows how to play," a crackling voice came from behind Lucius, "Itty, bitty baby, Potter."
"Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville said, his features tense with anger.
"Neville Longbottom, is it? How's mum and dad?" Her voice asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Better, now they're about to be avenged," Neville growled, his wand pointed at the black, curly haired witch.
"Neville, no!" Blaire shouted, as her and Harry pulled Neville back.
"Now, let's everybody just calm down, shall we?" Lucius asked. "All I want is that prophecy."
"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Harry asked, referring to the circular object that was glowing in his hands.
