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Falling into Destiny	By : Demonic_Host Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Twenty-four
You looked up from your position at the slytherin breakfast table. It hadn't been that long since you had returned to the castle and so far most things had been running pretty smoothly. Blaise tried to be a doting boyfriend but there was very little time that you actually saw him. At most it was stolen kisses between classes and some time around the fireplace at night. Because of his class load and you draining his energy, he was too tired to do much of anything else. And that included attending public meals. Which you thought might have improved Draco's mood as he wasn't forced to see you with the fifth year too often. But it didn't.

If anything, all Draco portrayed was hate and disdain. You often found him glaring at you. Other than that he didn't make a move to talk to you or interact at all. Which was why you were surprised when he put an edition of the daily prophet down in front of you before walking away. You watched him walk away, shoulders stiff and pace aggressive, before looking down at the article on the front page.

What you saw was also surprising. There were various pictures of dilapidated looking individuals. One of which caught your breath. Before you could comprehend what you were doing, you started to read the article paired with the picture.

The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban.
Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening, and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.
"We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped," said Fudge last night. "Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals and beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached."
Wow; the ministry was in some serious denial. So much so that you couldn't help but laugh. There were so many things going on in your head that you didn't really know which one was the most dominant emotion. Relief, fear, amusement, sadness, happiness... everything swam through your mind with intensity that you couldn't tell what was an appropriate reaction.

What was obvious was the fact that your reaction was taken in a very negative light. Those around you seemed to believe that you were happy about mass murderers and torturers on the loose. And you were - but only because your mother was among them. But it wasn't because they were death eaters, it was just because that meant you might have the chance to see your mother again. You only had a few vague memories of her and most of those might have even been false. Your father had tried to comfort you when you were young by showing you his memories of her, minus the intercoarse. But there were only a few minutes at most - he had only been around to check in every few weeks to see how the pregnancy with you was going before he left again. Still those moments were the best that you had of her. But now you might have the chance to actually get to know her. It was a stunning concept.

"Are you happy about the break out?"

You laughter faded quickly as you realized that Hermione had entered the great hall. On her way over to her table she had obviously spotted you and saw what you were reading which had caused such laughter. Your heart thumped in your chest as you quickly tried to find something that would make sense to her. Something that didn't make her think that you were evil incarnate. You might have been but you didn't want her to think that about you.

"The ministry is so dense, I couldn't help it," you responded to her in a hushed tone.

You weren't exactly keen on having the pink monstrosity overhearing you. Umbridge did not take too kindly to people who questioned the Ministry. You could only imagine what would happen if she heard you outright calling them idiots.

"I don't think it's a laughing matter," Hermione said shortly as you started to stand up.

"You're right, this is a serious issue. But imagine the look on the minister's face when he realizes how wrong he is. That's a little funny," you tried to reason with her in order to cover up the truth.

You weren't sure if she was fighting a smile or a frown. Either way you smiled apologetically as you fought the urge to stare at the newspaper's pictures. You couldn't help it but even looking as insane as she did in that picture, you wanted to memorize everything about your mother. But you couldn't really explain the to Hermione without a lot more information needed; information that was bound to rip the shaky friendship you had with her apart.

"Careful Granger— oh wait, that's right you don't have a boyfriend for her to seduce."

The snide comment came from none other than Pansy as she started down the Slytherin table. By now her words didn't really affect you. At least not directly. You were more worried about your reputation once you left Hogwarts than a few mean words from her while you were still at school. What bothered you more was that she had drug Hermione in the insult like it had been a two for one special.

"So even Slytherin house has its own Dramas," Hermione pointed out in a softening tone.

"Everyone is always vying for a higher social position. Some days I'm pretty sure we are the only house that has such internal conflict."

You sort of started to move away from your house's table. As you did so, Hermione followed you. Before she even realized it or returned her own observation, she had started to lead you to Gryffindor's table.

"Not nearly," the muggleborn replied with a large exhale.

"Oh? What's the drama in your house about?"

You were pretty sure you already knew it was about Harry Potter. He had been the talk of the school since he had arrived. And every year it seemed he did something to grow his own legend. The first year with Quirrel, the second year with the basilisk, third with the deranged Sirius Black, fourth year with the whole triwizard tournament thing, and now there were tails of Voldemort falling from his lips. You had heard all of the rumors about him. Some days you really did wonder if he really did crave all of that trouble. With how much happened it felt like a desperate plea for help. But at the same time you knew it all to be true. So asking your question wasn't about finding out the truth. This just gave Hermione the chance to explain her point of view.

"Some people think Harry is making it all up about You Know Who," she told you as you and she sat down.

"I don't think evil does that easily," you commented as casually as you could.

After staying with Draco over the winter break there was no doubt that Voldemort was still alive. It was partially the Dark Lord's fault that you were in the situation that you currently found yourself. He had commanded you to feed so that he could see your prowess for himself, see how strong of a hybrid you were. If he had not demanded it you probably could have abstained till you graduated...and Draco's plan probably would have come true. Damn, so maybe you were better off knowing the full extent of his ass-ery now that you thought about it. At least your future wasn't bound to be you being a dutiful wife to that bastard as you waited for him to provide you with life giving energy.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked with a tone of concern.

You blinked and nodded. "Sorry. Just started thinking about potential futures. It's hard to see a good outcome from where I'm sitting."

The bushy haired girl nodded, "That's why what were doing her at Hogwarts is so important. Otherwise we'll be sitting ducks."

A part of you wanted to know why sitting ducks was a bad thing to be. The other part of you realized that it wasn't important to know the meaning of that muggle term.
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