Devilish Daughter (A HP musical) DracoxDemonReader

Chapter 26: Connection

3rd person pov:

The castle was dark and everyone was heading to bed, Y/n and Draco stayed up in the common room, however, talking. "You should get some sleep," Y/n told Draco, who was working on an essay. "I need to finish this, besides I'm not tired," Draco replied. "If you're tired, you can go to bed." "Up there, it's scary," Y/n joked. "Scary?" Draco laughed lightly. "Yeah, you have no idea what could be in the shadows," Y/n reasoned. "Yeah, I know, you," Draco said. "Okay, I just don't want to sleep alone," Y/n admitted, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I have to finish this," Draco said, then took the book off his lap. "There, lay your head then I'll wake you when we go up." "Deal," Y/n smiled, laying down and got comfortable. She slowly drifted off to sleep, not knowing what was about to happen.

Going down the aisles of a dark room, glass orbs filled the shelves. The viewer goes down the hall to see Arthur Weasley, guarding something for sure. He turned slowly, looking down then the viewer went at him, attacking him. Beating him to the ground half to death then the scene ended as the viewer slithered away.

Y/n woke up in a gasp, Draco grabbed her arm quickly, trying to calm her. "It was just a dream-" "It wasn't," Y/n breathed out. "He's dying, the Weasley, he's dying. We need to tell someone..." Y/n didn't really know what she was saying, it was like her mind wasn't hers. Draco took her to Snape and he took her to Dumbledore where he was with Harry Potter who had the same dream. "In the dream were you standing next to the victim or looking down at the scene?" Dumbledore questioned. "Neither," We answered. "It was like..." Y/n trailed off, holding herself. "How can we see the same thing?" Dumbledore ignored her and started talking to the portraits, Harry was getting anxious and Y/n was the same. "Look at me!" They both snapped. Dumbledore looked at both of them then said, "Mr. Potter, you should probably take a seat. You too... Ms. Morningstar."

Y/n looked taken back, but sat down with Harry and Dumbledore spoke, "You two share the same dream because you both are connected." "Why?" Y/n questioned, immediately. "Because you both are part of a greater story," Dumbledore answered. "Greater story?" Y/n repeated and laughed lightly. "Is he gonna rule hell with me?" "No," Dumbledore replied. "Then I want nothing to do with it," Y/n told, getting up. "Ms. Morningstar-" "No, I'm not a part of anything," Y/n cut off. "Not with him, not with anyone, unless it has to do with me becoming the Queen of Hell. So unless he has anything to do with that then I'm done here." Y/n left without another word, Dumbledore only sighed, "A pity, she'll have to get the answers from you." "How are we connected?" Harry questioned.

"A prophecy, told long ago," Dumbledore said, taking him to the pensive Harry looked through his fourth year. "When I was younger, I started an apprenticeship with a holy figure after my sister passed, who taught me everything I know and everything I need to know. He told me about this prophecy and the people it was about. You and your cousin, Y/n." "What?" Harry questioned. "Who did you serve?" "Who do you think?" He replied. "Don't you question him, and talk to him when you feel helpless." Harry thought, then looked taken back and spoke, "You're his apprentice." "Yes, now," Dumbledore spoke, taking out memory and placed it in the pensive and motioned Harry to look inside. He did so and listened to the whisper, "The Morningstar daughter who holds the power of both dark and light will be tied to the Willow Maiden's blood. Together, they shall stop the dark lord's carnage on the world. The spirits will guide them... the song will unite them... but beware of the stone... the stone must be destroyed or terrible things will happen to the Morningstar daughter... only then the war will be over... and everything will finally be at peace." Harry stood up with a gasp and spoke, "I'm the Willow maiden's blood?"

"You would call her grandma," Dumbledore told. "She had your mother before she turned in a flower." "A flower?" Harry questioned. "It doesn't happen to glow blue, does it? Like a drop of moonlight?" "You've seen it?" Dumbledore questioned. "Yes, it's Y/n's boggart," Harry answered. "Why?" "Your grandmother was banished from the underworld for wanting to be normal, human," Dumbledore told. "It's what it represents." "I didn't know," Harry said, at a loss of words. "So, if she didn't get banished..." "She would have taken the throne with her brother, and your mother would have taken the throne with her cousin, Lucifer," Dumbledore explained. "Then that means I would be taking the throne with Y/n, but because of what happened Y/n's father ruled on his own and so will Y/n," Harry detected. "So, I was supposed to be a demon?"

"In a way, yes," Dumbledore confirmed. "I'm sure that this is a lot to take in." "No, I'm glad it worked out but... Y/n, how will she react?" Harry questioned. "You can't tell her," Dumbledore said. "She must find out on her own, or else her father might find out. Then we'll all be in danger." "He doesn't' know about the prophecy?" Harry asked. "He does, but he doesn't think it's about her. He believes it's about the daughter he abandoned," Dumbledore answered. "The one who turned holy, Meg." "The girl that saved Y/n from the bludger? The one who burned her?" Harry questioned. "So as long as he thinks it's about her, he's clueless." "Yes, so let it remain that way," Dumbledore insisted. "Go off to bed, we may discuss more another time."

Harry nodded then went back to his room, thinking the entire time. His life could have been so different, yet he wouldn't change it. Only one thing stayed in his mind that night, how the hell is Y/n gonna react?