Harry Potter and the Blood of Merlin.

Chapter 9 - Backstreet Conversations

They left the end of the Alley in silence not quite knowing which way to go, each with heads full of new thoughts.  Had they really just heard a prophecy?
'W What was that all about' stuttered a white face Ron, looking Harry in the face.

'She's a fraud, just like her sister' Hermione answered before Harry could get his thoughts together, his brain didn't seem to want to let his mouth talk, but rather focus on all that had happened in the little shop.

'It's all for effect, no doubt she had some kind of charm set up to dim the fireplace, yes that's it, and'

'No' interrupted Harry slowly, his mouth finally catching up. 'I've heard that voice before, she sounded exactly like Prefoessor Trelawney'

'Oh seriously Harry, are you really going to believe her' Hermione scoffed, but Harry noticed she had gone a little white too.

'I don't know' he replied and tried to piece the supposed prophecy together, a heptagonal soul, what did that mean, 7 souls? He couldn't think.

'Oh dung' Ron muttered pulling Harry out of his thoughts, mums going to kill us. Harry looked around and they had made their way back onto the Main Street,

Harry having heard Professor Trelawney before was sure of it but if he understood what she was saying then it clearly wasn't anything good, in the sixth month? June he guessed so there was plenty of time yet but still. Harry crashed into the back of Ron he went to call him some choice words and found Hermione's hand clasped over his mouth. A familiar voice rang through the air, proud and arrogant as ever. Hermione' pulled Harry and Ron in to a doorway and they Listened to the two people as their voices drifted around the corner.

'Well it was only a matter of time you see' a patronising voice spoke.

'Knew he couldn't do it without me and needed my help'

'Draco' Ron mouthed his eyes wide in surprise, Hermione placed a finger to her lips.

'such a great honour' the second voice said in low husky tones sounding almost bored as if this was a story he had heard more than a few times and didn't quite believe it. 'but I can scarcely believe they have let such a young inexperienced wizard when those such as myself are denied the chance'

Seeming to ignore the man Draco continued 'Yes well after Fathers erm need to step back'

'you mean the fact he got caught, him and his friends at the Ministry, all bound up by Dumbledore like cattle' the husky voice interrupted sounding a little more pleased this time. 'Does little Draco have a plan'

'I know what I mean' Draco spat, 'and I know what I must do, something no one else could, I'm going to Borgins to view it now actually that is why mother requested you follow me i guess, she doesn't approve, she seems to think I'm not up to it'

'your mother might have a better measure of the situation that you little boy'

'My mother doesn't know whats good for her, see this, you know what this means' Draco said angrily. Footsteps echoed round the corner sounding as if one had suddenly descended on the other and stumbling to the floor.

'Yes of course Master Draco, I didn't realise, please beg my pardon I did not know'

'Yes well' said Draco regaining his composure, now you do so treat me with a little more respect'

Harry looked at Hermione who shrugged, if only he had the cloak with him he could see what was going on, what was Draco showing the other man? something that made him so scared

'Might I suggest we Hurry Master Draco, we cant be seen lingering too long on these streets' and with that footsteps led away down the alley.

'Well not wanting to get caught myself we better hurry' Hermione whispered and the three of them ran back down the Alley not really knowing which way to run. Before they knew it a shadow loomed over them and they crashed into a large figure.