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The Gift and the Curse	By : firennissiassassin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 1738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Granger was suspended in midair. We are in the wizarding
world but that is a little unusual, even for us.

What in the name of . . . . .

Her head fell back and a bright red light shot
through her body sending her into convulsions. It was astoundingly unearthly.
The burgundy light shot out form her body attacking the Deatheaters. The sound
that had accompanied the light was near terrifying, almost like whips cracking
through the night.

What the hell was it?

Her body turned towards Lucius Malfoy. I thought
he was going to piss in his pants right then and there. If it was me, I would
have run as hard and as fast as I could, and then deny it later. He, on the
other hand, just stood there. Her mouth opened and she released the most
ethereal, unnatural scream I had ever heard. And with that, the red lightning
had struck him as well, killing him upon impact. Good riddance, I say.

She killed them. All the ones who were close
enough � she killed them. The cowards who took to running were spared her . . .
what? Her wrath? Her power? What was it? I always knew she was powerful.
Obviously not to my capability, or Dumbledore�s, but she did have the talent
and the will to retain the power. I never knew she could harness this much
power, or whatever it was. The light? The power? . . carried and placed her on
the ground. And then she woke up with tears in her eyes looking around at the
battlefield and the dead bodies, half of which she had put there.

Dumbledore came up behind me and for once that
annoying twinkling was not in his eye. We started walking towards Granger;
somebody had to find out what the hell had happened to her. McGonagall,
Flitwick, Sprout and Pomfrey already started attending to the wounded on the
other end of the grounds, leaving us with Granger. They were much better
equipped to handle this, why did I have to? So many dead and so many hurting.
It was really quite depressing.

We walked up to her. Se was remarkably unscathed
though her clothes were torn. I looked at Dumbledore and saw his eyes regain
that incessant twinkle and his jaw almost literally drop but he quickly
regained his composure. I gave him my trademark questioning glare. He simply
shrugged it off, just like he always does and it infuriates me to no end. Damn
him, his twinkling eyes and that forsaken all-knowing look. I always thought he
knew way too much than he lets on and than he should for that matter. And yet
here we are, standing alive. Yippee for me.

Granger finally noticed us approaching. She
looked up and asked us the question that I have been dying to ask her.

�What happened?�

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I saw Dumbledore and Snape approaching. I wanted
to know what in Merlin�s name had happened. The battle was over and there were
so many dead. There never was supposed to be so many dead. I thought I saw
Dumbledoook ook in shock but his expression changes so quickly that I couldn�t
tell. Now I could finally ask the question that has been plaguing my mind.

�What happened?�

Dumbledore and Snape looked at me oddly as if
they couldn�t believe me. Then Dumbledore asked me:

�You do not remember anything that happened? Nothing at
all?�

�I remember Voldemort killing Ron and Harry killing
Voldemort and then Lucius Malfoy killing Harry and then a flash of red.�

I tried not to cry. I wouldn�t. I was strong. I
knew they were dead. I knew they wouldn�t, couldn�t come back. That�s at least
what the logical part of my mind told me. That part of my mind also failed me
when I broke down in tears all over again. I looked up at Snape and almost
expected him to sneer at me in his usual condescending tone for my human folly
of weeping for the death all around me but all I saw was him staring at me,
totally and utterly dumbfounded.

All of a sudden I just wanted to know why they
were staring at me. Why don�t I remember what happened after Harry was killed.

�What happened?� I repeated.

�If you would follow us Ms. Granger.� Dumbledore �
requested�.

�No. I want to know what happened.�

�Ms. Granger now is not the time for playing the brave
Gryffindor. We have much more important things to discuss.� Snape sneered.

So . . . . he speaks.

�Fine. Lead the way.�

So I followed them back to the castle. I wanted
to know what happened. I want to know why I passed out but most of all, I want
to sleep and forget.

We finally arrived back in Dumbledore�s office.
Fawkes immediately swooped down onto Dumbledore�s shoulder, glad his companion
was alive. Why do his eyes twinkle like that? It is the most infuriating thing
I have ever seen. What does he know that I don�t?

�Would you like a lemon drop, Ms. Granger?�

�No,t I t I would like to know is what the hell is going on
here!�

�Be careful, Ms. Granger.� said Snape.

I merely glared. I want to know. Now.

�This might take quite a bit of time so I suggest that you
get comfortable, Ms. Granger.� Dumbledore suggested.

�Alright. Headmaster, I would just like to know what is
going on.�

Funny. Snape looked as curious as I am to hear
what Dumbledore has to say.

heard of them before.�

�Yes, but only in passing.�

�She would have.� Snape muttered.

�Yes, as I was saying, the Garvedians
are the guardians of magic, of all magical kind. Beasts, elves, unicorns,
trolls, Dementors, wizards . . . . anything that contains magic, the
Garvedians shall protect. This I am sure, most wizards know. What they do not
know is that they also protect Muggles. Every single being has magic to an
extent. Muggles are the ones that only have magic to an infinitesimally sm deg degree that, unlike wizards and witches, they are unable to tap that power.

�A long time ago, before the age of
world religions took over and dominated our planet, the Garvedians were
worshipped by Muggles and wizards alike simply by acknowledging their
existence. They were the representation of the light and the pure magic,
unadulterated. They each could manifest themselves into a certain aspect or
trait, physically, of our lives like passion or hope.

�But as you know, there must always
be balance in life: light and dark, peace and war, love and hate. This balance
is very delicate. So, naturally, with the existence of the Garvedians, there
came their counterparts, the Asryans, the powers of all things dark and evil,
the complete opposite of the Garvedians. This balance must always be
maintained. For if it is upset, havoc would be wrought upon the world. Now, I
must also tell you that each side has a power that is akin to a leader to keep
the rest in check: the Garvedian of passion, Valyria, and the Asryan of
destruction, Deriel.�

�This is all very interesting but what does it have to do
with me?�

�Yes, Headmaster, as fascinating as this is, why is it so
significant to Ms. Granger.�

If I wasn�t so aggravated, Snape�s curiosity
would have been comical.

�I am in fact coming to that. Long
ago there was a prophecy made about a being that would harness the power of the
Garvedians and protect our world from the Destruction. There is not much
explaining the prophecy simply because it has been red red by most wizards,
even the ones who knew of its existence.�

�Today after you saw that red light, your body
was suspended in mid air and that same red light had shot through your body
before it killed many of the Deatheaters, at least the ones who had not noticed
what was happening. Those who did started running. After that you fell back to
the ground and you had fallen unconscious. We found you as you had awoken.�

�Oh.�

�Also, I do not think that you have noticed the unusual mark
on your back.�

Dumbledore transfigured a book into a full
length mirror. I walked up to it and looked at my back. I faintly heard Snape
inhale sharply. There was a tattoo of a large red lightening bolt coming down
my entire back all on a royal blue background. My entire back was a myriad of
blue and red. I was marked.

&al>

Through all the stress, the battle and now the
prophecy, I had passed out for the second time that day.
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