Prophecies- a Dramione Fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen: The Coronation Ball

"Harry! Harry! Look! Read the front cover of the Daily Prophet!" Ginny squealed, pointing to said cover.
Harry closed his eyes and buried his head in his arms, when a muffled reply of "I don't wanna read Skeeter's lies." Emerged. Ginny smacked him on the back of his head. "It's not by Skeeter, Doofus! Unfortunately it's not about Skeeter getting fired but JUST LOOK!"

Harry finally raised his head. "Possibility of having a monarch is announced. On the 30th of October there will be a coronation ball, where every witch and wizard in the world is invited. It is then that we shall see if You-Know-Who's legacy has been broken and the couple to save us all will be pronounced as our ruler. They will be a figurehead for our country and the Minister will still be in charge of state affairs. Read on for The Daily Prophet's speculation over who is the coupe to save us all."

It then, after listing 10 couples, the number one being Hermione and Draco, it provides information about another Death Eater attack. "I have to tell Hermione!" Ginny squealed. "Maybe I can design our dresses!"

Harry smiled dotingly and refrained from telling Ginny that Hermione probably would try to go in a dress that she approved of and not Ginny. It was then that he looked up and noticed Professor McGonagall was not at the head table. And Professor McGonagall was never not at the head table at breakfast.

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Professor McGonagall meanwhile had woken up in a lavish bedroom. She was not sleeping in the bed though. She was chained to a wall by a collar, like a dog. There was also on that wall five metal ovals so that she essentially could be pinned by her neck, wrists and ankles to the wall.

The room was bright so the clever professor rightfully assumed it was mid-morning. And then she realised that's she was not in her own robes. What in the name of Merlin am I wearing? This skirt is so short it cannot be legal. And this shirt! It hardly covers me at all! What on earth did they do to my hair?

Her hair had been taken out of it's strict bun and now flowed, waist-length down her back. She remembered seeing Kingsley's face and then "STUPEFY!"

"I see you are awake." The figure has appeared out of nowhere.
"Where am I?" The figure considered. He knew that McGonagall was a powerful witch. Eventually, he announced "My place. And it will soon be our place. Then you'll know."

"What do you mean? Why am I dressed like this?" McGonagall demanded. She was a little creeped out by this somewhat courteous yet outrageously forward stranger.

"You'll know in time. One of my servants will be in to dress you and wash you in a minute. And we will be attending a wedding tomorrow. Dinner will be presented to you at seven. Good day." And he vanished.

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While Professor McGonagall's world was getting turned upside down, the wizarding world was continuing its daily life of death eater attacks, gossip in the Daily Prophet, and work.

Narcissa and Charlotte- or Lottie as she shall now be known- had begun their quest to get Draco and Hermione's tinned food and tin opener by visiting Gringotts.

"Oh this is so exciting!" Lottie grinned like a little girl. "Cissa stop being so... so... uptight. We shall have to watch how muggles behave in supermarkets so that we don't stand out. And find out what the muggle currency is compared to our own. Then we will know how much we need to pay." She chattered.

"We could have sent one of the house-elves!" Narcissa grumbled. Lottie beamed. "But that would take the fun out of it. Cissa, you must be bored now of just wasting time at your Manor. Now come on, this is a great learning experience!"  And she dragged her through the doors of Gringotts Bank.

"So one knut is worth twenty pence?" Lottie asked the very fed up looking goblin, who nodded. "Then four knuts are one pound."

"We would like to exchange enough money for 50 muggle pounds." Narcissa intervened. Her friend had been studying the exchange chart for the past hour.

"Now then... Let's go to that big shopping place... Ass-da. The muggle said it was quite decent." Lottie grinned and Apparated them into the middle of a tiny Asda store in Yorkshire. They scared several muggles nearby. "Okay then... Don't know what that muggle was talking about... Big? Yeah right!" Narcissa dragged her friend behind the store before she let her take them to " Tesco Express... Though why it's named like a steam train, I don't know... "

"Lottie... Where are we?" They were in the middle of a busy high street. On one side there was a "Whitgift Centre" and on the other side there was a "Poundworld". Lottie looked up. "Croydon. Wherever that is."

There was a group of people handing out leaflets and a young girl skipped over to them, hurriedly followed by a young woman. "Mama says to stay over there." The young woman was ignored. I
"Please take a leaflet. We are just looking out for them poor chicks who die so you can eat roast chicken" Lottie, of course melted at the sight and took a leaflet. The young woman finally looked at Narcissa. "Mrs Malfoy..."

"Miss Patil... Why aren't you at Hogwarts?"
"I am not a witch. My sisters got in, even little Thalia here will get in. But Hogwarts did not require squibs. I am not officially part of our triplet anymore. "

Narcissa had met the Patil sisters on their Hogwarts shopping trip. With their eldest son, Aarvan in third year when Draco's year started and their youngest daughter, Thalia already confirming her spot with her accidental magic, it must have been hard on Diya Patil to watch her five siblings go to Hogwarts while she was left to study at a muggle school.

"Do you know where to find tinned food? And a tin opener?" Lottie jumped in. "Go to Sainsbury's. I'll walk you. " she lead them into a big store with an orange sign. "Terrible colour scheme." Narcissa and Lottie muttered at exactly the same time. Eventually they found thinned cans but couldn't find a tin opener. Apparently, they had "sold out".

"WHAT DO YOU mean sold out?" Narcissa huffed. Diya rolled her eyes and Lottie smirked. "A Malfoy has never been denied of anything!"

Diya led them to the trolleys. "What are these?" Lottie asked excitedly. "Trolleys. They help you carry your shopping." Diya began pushing it towards the tinned cans. "Can't we enchant it to move?" Diya nodded then shook her head. She was finding it very embarrassing to be helping the two witches on their quest.

Finally, after she bought some jelly beans and the witches departed. Diya returned to campaigning about animal welfare with a sigh of relief. She just hoped they wouldn't show up next week as well...