Can you really change a Prophecy?

Alohomora

The kiss was long and passionate, not like your usual Draco Malfoy. Once you both let go he stared deeply into your eyes, breathing heavily. "Well that was quite fun,  don't you think?" He asked, making you giggle and your cheeks turned a light pink. "Well I definitely wasn't expecting it, but it was enjoyable," You said, your cheeks turning redder the more you thought about it. After a few moments of silence Draco sighed, catching your attention. "Should we continue our walk?" He asked, taking your hand into his. You nodded, smiling wide. You both continued to walk down the long hallway in silence, him rubbing his thumb over your hand and sending butterflies rampaging in your stomach. "I'm sorry for catching you off guard like that," Draco said once you two turned the corner, "Don't be, it was fun and those are the best kind!" You said very enthusiastically. Draco blushed, "We would have done it eventually," Draco frowned at your statement. "What do you mean?" "The prophecy, remember? We were just talking about it earlier." You concluded, Draco sighed and let go of your hand making a wave of emotions hit you all at once. "Do you ever not think about the prophecy?" He asked in an agitated tone. You looked at him with sadness and anger in your eyes. You went to open your mouth but decided against it.  Instead of continuing the argument you decided to just walk the rest of the way in silence, and that's what you did. All you heard was your footsteps and an occasional sigh from a very pissed off Malfoy walking beside you.

Once you both got back to the common room Draco stopped, turning towards you. "I'm sorry-" Instead of stopping you continued to walk to your room. As you went to shut your door you heard Draco calling your name, making you pause. After a few moments you decided to just shut your door and lock it.  You crawled into bed and tried to go to sleep, in that moment your door flew open and in walked Draco. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He asked in an angry whisper. You just stared at him, not saying a word which he returned with a low growl. You continued to just stare at him, shifting uncomfortably under the blankets, waiting for him to continue his rage. After what felt like an eternity of silence he let out a breath that seemed to be held between the both of you. "Okay, I can understand why might be mad at me. But I just thought-" "Draco I'm tired, may I please sleep now?" You interrupted him. Draco sighed and then nodded his head, turning to leave you with your thoughts.

You and Draco were sitting at a big oak table, surrounded by other people who only spoke in quiet whispers. "He's back." "I wonder what the first order would be?" They were all interrupted when  familiar cackle echoed in the room. Instead of cowering like you would have usually done with the thought of Bellatrix, you stood up giving a wicked smile to everyone that had gathered at the table. "Miss (y/n), glad you could be of some assistance tonight. He will be glad to see you." Bellatrix said softly, looking over everyone. "The Dark Lord, have my eyes deceived me?" One of the men said as a tall dark man approached the doorway. Instead of shivering in fear, you stood up taller as the man, who was indeed Voldemort, walked over to the head of the table. "My followers! So glad you all have stayed with me through these dark times. We shall rise up shortly, don't worry." He said in a voice you couldn't describe. Bellatrix cackled,  making everyone shift uncomfortably in their chairs. "Tonight we shall welcome two new leaders! Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), and Mr. Draco Malfoy!" He said in a more congratulated tone. You were still standing next to Voldemort smiling proudly at everyone. "They will be commanding the battlefield, but for now Miss (Y/L/N), will be taking direct orders from me." Bellatrix looked up at him with a wild look. He glared at her, making her bow her head. "Some of us need to retire to the main group, allowing these young souls to take over, they know new tactics, new ways to lead us to victory. It won't be long now," Voldemort ended, making everyone cheer. He smiled wide before leaning down in and whispering into your ear. "First order, Kill Professor Dumbledore." Your smile faltered before being replaced with a wider one, trying to hide the sadness that just entered. Draco quickly grabbed your hand as Voldemort let out a loud laugh, shaking the room and making everyone look uneasy. You woke up, Draco screaming loudly putting pressure on your wrist. You were struggling to get out of his grip, not noticing your white sheets being soaked in blood.