Black Cat [ Harry Potter ]

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[ Advice and Realizations. ]

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Hermione walked away, leaving Evanna scared and confused. She knew she had to talk to Dumbledore in order to find out if she is either just being dramatic about the whole thing and the prophecy isn't real, or that it is real and she has a very unfortunate fate.

Her mind was betting on the latter.

Evanna slumped against a wall and put her head in her hands. Why? She thought to herself. Why give someone such a terrible fate? She let out a groan of frustration and lifted her head up. The prophecy said that she is like a Black Cat... but that is just a superstition, so maybe the prophecy is just a superstition as well? Or maybe it is just a metaphor saying that she will make others' lives hell? Probably that.

Instead of dwelling on something she wasn't completely certain about, she decided to just go see Dumbledore.

As she was walking through the halls, the second period ended and students began flowing out of classrooms. She hurried her way up to Dumbledore's office, in hopes not to be seen.

When she got to the gargoyle statues she realized she didn't know the password. Evanna crossed her eyes in frustration before trying to think of a password Dumbledore had used in the past.

Unable to recall any of his previous passwords, she took a wild guess.

"Uh... Toffee Toads?"

She was not too surprised when the doors opened to such a strange code.

"Only Dumbledore..." She sighed before walking into the Headmasters' office.

As she entered she noticed the Headmaster fumbling with an instrument. He set it down when he saw Evanna.

"Hello, Headmaster, I-"

"I have been expecting you." Dumbledore said.

Confused, Evanna didn't reply.

"Come, sit down." He said, motioning for her to sit in a chair as he did so himself.

She sat herself down and looked at Dumbledore.

"Evanna, I heard of what happened today."

"How-" Evanna started, bewildered as to how he would have known. She stopped herself when she remembered that he's Dumbledore, and he has his ways. "Never mind. So... What do you think?"

"Well, Evanna, the question is what do you think? How are you feeling?"

"Well.. I dunno, really. It can go two ways; it could either just be fake, or it could be real... And like the prophecy stated, it could be my reality.. My downfall."

Dumbledore nodded his head.

"Unfortunately, Evanna, I am afraid to tell you that it is a real prophecy," The Headmaster stated. "But you will have to find out what exactly it means."

Evanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. So it was real, this was her reality. "I understand... If you know what it means could you tell me?"