Draco Malfoy and the last Chanter

Chapter 5: The Chanter's curse

The next morning I woke up and put my robes on. Walking down the stairs, I walked into Pansy Parkinson, the girl who had been my partner in the Yule Ball last term. She said hello to me and we walked together to Defense against the Dark Arts class.

When we reached there, half the class was already with their books opened. Harry and Weasly were next to each other as usual. Lucy and Hermione were together too. I sat down next to Crabbe and Goyle nearby. Then came the new teacher, Professor Worths, entered the classroom and sat down at his desk.

“Hello class”, he said cheerfully.

“Hello Professor”, all the class said sleepily.

“My name is Professor Worths and I will be your Defense against the Dark Arts teacher for these two weeks. Your real techer hasn’t been able to make it earlier. Now, first of all I want to know if you have an idea of what a Singger is”.

The whole class looked at him with big eyes. Only Hermione raised her hand. Professor Worths pointed at Hermione:

“A Singger is a person who can sing very well, and has a gift for singing. Generally, they are very pretty or handsome, and if they know which song to sing, they can hypnotize. Singgers are very rare, and it goes by generations, a bit like Parseltoung”.

We all looked at Harry. He was red in the face. I was glad he was humiliated.

“Exactly, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor. A Singger is a person with a very special gift for singing. Legends say that they come from angels, other say that they come from mermaids. They can be dangerous, but normally they are kind and friendly. I would like to say that in this class we have a Singger that comes from a very important Singger family”, pointing at Lucy. She went red as everyone stared at her.

“Would you care singing for us, Miss Chanter?” said Professor Worths, smiling.

She got up next to the teacher, took out her wand and whispered Instrumento. Out of the nowhere appeared lots of kinds of instruments: guitars, piano, battery, violin… Then she said in a clearer voice: Playandrum, and a soft music started to play, and she started singing with a voice as soft as an angels:

Heart beats fast,

Colours and promises.

How to be brave,

How can I love when I’m afraid

To fall.

But watching you stand alone,

All of my doubt,

Suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer.

I have died every day,

Waiting for you.

Darlin’ don’t be afraid

I have loved you for

A thousand years.

I’ll love you for

A thousand more.

Time stands still.

Beauty in all she is.

I will be brave,

I will not let anything

Take away

What’s standing in front of me.

Every breath,

Every hour has come to this.

One step closer.

I have died every day

Waiting for you.

Darlin’ don’t be afraid

I have loved you for

A thousand years,

I’ll love you for

A thousand more.

All along I believed

I would find you.

Time has brought

Your heart to me

I have loved you for

A thousand years

I’ll love you for

A thousand more.

One step closer,

One step closer.

I have died everyday

Waiting for you.

Darlin’ don’t be afraid

I have loved you for

A thousand years

I’ll love you for

A thousand more.

All along I believed

I would find you.

Time has brought

Your heart to me

I have loved you for

A thousand years

I’ll love you for

A thousand more.

When she finished the song, we were all amazed. And all of a sudden, we broke into an applause. We applauded so much our hands hurt, but we didn’t care. Her song had filled me with energy, and I couldn’t help feeling like that song was meant to be for me, but it must be my imagination. When the hour finished, there wasn’t another thing to talk about that of Lucy and her song. I had actually cried when she was singing. It was sure she was a Singger. I went to the library, and looked up Singgers. The most famous Singger family was the Chanters. Of what it seemed, Lucy was the last Chanter. But then I saw something that caught my eye. It was a little text about a legend of the Chanters:

Thousands of years ago, at the beginning of the Chanters, Aurone Chanter, had crossed a witch and she put a curse on them:

“When the last Chanter is living, when she finds true love, she will die saving the one who she loved, making the Chanter family extinguish forever. She will die in great agony and pain, but she will die happy of saving that one who she loves more than her own life. This will happen the 22nd of July of a year everyone will remember as the beginning of the “Dark Days”.

This was very surprising. It had caught me unprepared. But it couldn’t be true. It was an old curse a warty witch had done years ago. And it was a legend. Not true.

I went back to bed, and fell instantly asleep, still thinking about the Legend Curse.