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Chapter 7

Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow.
But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow.
Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend.
I'll help you carry on
Lean on me- 2-4-Family

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office. It was past midnight and usually he would be asleep by now, but today was no ordinary day. He had been afraid that the prophecies would come true, they always did and most of them were bad. Voldemort was gaining more power with every day, and Albus could only guess how many of his students would become death eathers. Contrary to popular belief, there were some things that he didn't know. The future was a very complicated part of time, for there are so many details which are important for it.

He still had to recover from his shock. Ronald Weasley had tried to rape Hermione Vipéreblanc! He had noticed that the 'golden trio'', like some called them, wasn't together anymore, but still he had hoped that it wouldn't turn out like it had! For some reason it didn't seem too odd to him that Harry had changed this much. The part of Voldemort that lived within him had become stronger together with Voldemort himself. But Ron! Never Albus had expected him to become the second one. He had rather believed Hermione to be the second 'follower of the darkness' After all, there had to be a good reason why the family's name was Vipéreblanc. There weren't many families in which their names were serpentine like animals. But still, Michel and Selene Vipéreblanc had refused to support Voldemort, which caused a lot of families to refuse the dark site, too. Hermione had also been Draco Malfoy's fiancée since the day she was born. But, Albus corrected himself; the Vipéreblancs had done so to save Hermione's life.

Albus thoughts headed back to the Weasley family. Virginia could have held a bond with Voldemort since her first year, when she had opened the chamber of secrets, but Albus didn't get how Ron and Lavender Brown were affected by all this.

He took the paper from his desk and reread the prophecy for about the millionth time.

With the help of the courageous the darkness will win.
With the devil and the innocent one, the dark side will get an heir.
While the flower and flame will keep burning the fire.
There won't be a vice and a crime, they won't try
For all mercy and pity within them will die.

He and all of the other professors had thought day after day about these words and no one could figure out their meaning. Albus sighed and placed the paper back down on his desk.

Suddenly he heard a small giggle from behind him. When he turned around, he saw the ghost of a beautiful young woman standing behind him smiling down at the old man.

'Gwendolyn.' The woman nodded still smiling at him while she floated in front of his desk.

'Why are you here tonight?' Albus asked, seeming confused. He had seen Gwendolyn Gryffindor a few times in his life. The first time had been when he had become headmaster at Hogwarts. Gwendolyn had died at the age of twenty by a broken heart and she had followed her only relative everywhere. That was the reason why she had ended up in Hogwarts. When Godric had died and hadn't became a ghost, she had stayed in the office of the headmaster.

'I thought you could use some help. Although, I think this is more than obvious.' Albus raised his eyes at her while he took again the paper and read aloud.

'With the help of the courageous the darkness will win.'

'Isn't the Gryffindor house famous for its courage?' Albus stopped and smiled. Yes, this should have been obvious to him.

'Go on,' Gwendolyn told him and floated up to look at some of the paintings of old headmasters, greeting some of them.

'With the devil and the innocent one, the dark side will get an heir.'

'This is the easiest one! Albus, you're a native English right? So tell me, how do you say to the devil instead of the word itself?' Gwendolyn looked at him while Albus seemed to answer her without really thinking about it.

'Old Harry—' Understanding came to his face and when he looked at the paper again.

'The innocent one—innocent like a virgin—virgin as in VIRGINIA?!' Gwendolyn nodded at him, her smile again on her pretty face.

'You are a fast learner, Albus. To make it easy for you: the flower is Lavender and the flame is the Weasley's hair colour. And about the crime and the vice, I guess you already noticed what they are able to do?' Albus nodded sadly.

'Why her?' He asked, looking up at the ghost.

'Why do you ask me? I thought you knew everything, Albus? You should find out yourself. The answer is just in front of your eyes!' Witt that and another giggle she disappeared, leaving Albus alone with his thoughts.

Or rather, almost alone. Albus looked down at his desk and on the place where the paper had been lying was now a framed portrait. A small one but he still wondered why he hadn't noticed it when he had taken the paper into his hands. He looked at the portrait and saw that it was Gwendolyn. She was smiling up at him and waving before she turned att attention again to the small bundle in her arms. Small arms were grabbing at her necklace from the bundle. NO! This wasn't possible! Gwendolyn Gryffindor wasn't married and she hadn't had any children; at least there were none ever mentioned. Not even her ghost had ever told him about a child. The small baby had the pendant in his little fingers- for about five seconds- before it slipped out of the small fingers and against Gwendolyn's skin.

Albus was sure he had seen this necklace before. It wasn't good to see on the portrait but he saw that it was see-through, like a diamond and it had something around it, like a band. Gwendolyn on the portrait shook her head silently at him and waved with her hand. Suddenly there was an owl coming out of the picture and landed on his desk. Albus opened the small parchment and read the simple words: the pendant is called 'Tear of the dragon'. He looked confused down at the picture but there wasn't anything to be seen.

Albus scratched his head while he yawned. Tomorrow he would try to find out everything about Gwendolyn's child and the 'Tear of the Dragon'. And then he would tell the other teachers about the prophecy. If he only knew where he had seen that necklace before...

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Draco sat on Hermione's bed the whole night with his hand still held by Hermione. He looked out of the window and saw that the sun was about to rise. The sky was already changing its colour from the dark blackness to a dark blue, and the first birds were starting to sing their morning songs. Next to him, he could hear Hermione awakening.

'How are you?' He asked her, holding his breath as soon as the words had left his lips.

'Okay, I guess.' She looked away from him, remembering what he had seen the evening before. She was about to rub the sleep from her eyes when she noticed that her hand was holding his. Blushing furiously, she let his hand go and muttered a sorry.

'No problem.' Draco looked worried at her. She had said she was okay, but from the look of it she was anything but okay.

'If it makes you feel better, Ron is in the hospital wing, and I guess as tas to stay there some time.' Hermione looked up at him with a confused look and blinked a few times.

'You—you didn't have to do anything to him, you know? It will only get you into trouble.' She yawned, but Draco only shrugged. He couldn't tell her now that he had beaten the shit out of Ron because he was in love with her! She couldn't remember anything that he could and it felt so odd to be around her, to know so much about her, while she had forgotten everything about him.

'You knew about the engagement.' Hermione suddenly whispered.

'You did too, when you were younger and your parents were still—'

'—still alive?' Draco nodded and watched her reaction carefully. Hermione sat up slowly and leaned against the wall behind the bed. She looked down into her lap, where her hands rested above the blanket.

'Did you know them?'

'They were my godparents.' Hermione looked up at him, a pleading look in her eyes.

'Tell me about them, please. Everything you know!' Draco sighed unsure of what he should tell her.

'I don't know much about them. I mean, I was five when they died. My mom told me that they were in the same year here at Hogwarts. Your father was in Slytherin and your mother was a Ravenclaw, and as far as I know they had been together since fifth year. Since your mom was pregnant with Damon, your parents got married not long after they graduated from Hogwarts. My parents became his godparents, and they had visited each other almost every day and also went on vacations together. Your mom loved books, music, and everything that had to do with art and creativity. She loved animals. And your father—hm, mom didn't tell me much about him. She mostly talked about Selene, since she was her best friend. And my father didn't say anything about him.

I know that he was really brave. Voldemort asked your parents to join the dark side but they refused. Their actions made a lot of other wizards refuse Voldemort too.'

'Was the guy that killed my parents a death eater?' Draco looked at her and shook his head, deep in his thoughts.

'No, the guy that killed them wasn't sane. They say he had once met a dementor and had been odd ever since.' Draco shrugged showing that he didn't know much about him.

'Voldemort would have been more than stupid to kill your parents.'

'He killed the Potters'

'Yeah, but it’s not the same. The name Potter wasn't as well known in the wizarding world before Harry, but your family could be traced back for centuries. To be truthful, there are only fifty years missing from your family history; your family could be traced back until the times of the founders of Hogwarts.

Voldemort would never have killed your parents, for he would have signed his death certificate by this action. Your family isn't only mighty in England but all over the world. The whole wizarding world would have fought against him if he had even dared to touch them. Besides he always wanted to get them to join his side.'

'Is this the reason why we're engaged? To get the family Vipéreblanc to join the dark side?!' Draco couldn't hide a grin at this.

'And who should believe that you would join Voldemort?! No, the marriage was arranged by your parents, although, my father was more than willing to say yes to it.' The last sentence came out more than bitter and before Hermione could say something he arose and left her room.

'Why should my parents arrange a marriage???' The pendant seemed suddenly to feel cold as ice against her skin.

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Albus was sitting on the desk in his office, again, reading through several books, trying to find something about Gwendolyn, her baby and the necklace, but he couldn't find anything of importance in any of the books he read. He was so lost in his research that he didn't even hear the knock on the door.

'Albus? Are you alright, you didn't come to breakfast.' He looked up to meet the worried eyes of Minerva McGonagall staring at him.

'Yes, I'm fine. I've just been thinking a lot recently.'

'Have you find out something about the prophecy?' Albus nodded and motioned for Minerva to sit down. After he had told her anything, she sat there with her forehead in wrinkles.

'This sounds serious.'

'It is., but there is something else.' Minerva looked curiously at him.

'Did you know that Gwendolyn Gryffindor had a child?' Minerva looked taken aback at Albus while he looked at the books in front of him.

'No. I had no clue. I didn't even know she was married' Albus nodded at this answer. He had almost expected it.

'But—' Minerva began then stopped and thought for some time if she really should continue.

'But?'

'Well, I remember a friend of my grandfather telling us one day about a book, where all wizards and witches are listed along with their important life-dates. Birth, marriage, children, death.' Albus jumped up from his chair, causing Minerva's eyes to widen and her eyebrows to raise in alarm. This was a behaviour that she wasn't used to seeing from the headmaster.

'Where could this book be? Did he tell you this? Maybe the ministry knows.' Albus wasn't to be stopped now. He knew that it was important to find out about the child. If it wasn't important, Gwendolyn wouldn't have showed him the painting.

'Albus, if this is true, you won't ever get to the book! They won't let anyone see it!'

'They? Who?'

'The book is said to be hidden in—'

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Hermione sat in potions writing down the ingredients for some poison which let you grow wings for an hour. She could feel Lavender's eyes burning holes into her back, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Without thinking about it she grabbed the pendant and felt it beating inside her closed hand. She inhaled sharply, wondering what would come now. She was about to turn around to look at Lavender when the beating raced up even more. She gripped the pendant tightly while her other hand, which held the quill, trembled. When she brought herself to turn around to face Lavender, the girl wasn't sitting on her place anymore. Before Hermione could wonder where she had gone, she felt something sizzle and the skin on her hand felt like it was burning. When she looked down at her hand, there was a red liquid that slowly burned a hole into her hand. Everything that happened next seemed to happen at the same time. Before Hermione could scream out in pain, she heard Lavender laugh out cruelly next to her. At the same time her hand was lifted up and she heard someone call out for Prof. Snape. When he arrived at her desk he looked just once at her hand before he told her to go to the hospital wing as fast as possible. Hermione could also hear him ask Lavender, who still held the flask of liquid in her hand, what she had done, while she was lead out of the poison's classroom.

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'Oh my—what happened to your hand?!' Madam Pomfrey asked as Hermione sat down on one of the beds.

'She got some lava poured on her hand.' It wasn't until then, that Hermione noticed Draco beside her. He had been the one to call for Prof. Snape and lead her to the hospital wing. But why was it that he had been the first to be beside her, when the Slytherins sat on the other side of the classroom?

'This will hurt now, but you won't have a hole in your hand any longer.' Madam Pomfrey told her when she put some lotion on her palm as well as on the outside of her hand and afterwards she fixed it with a bandage.

'You can take the bandage off tonight after dinner, but until then you have to be very careful with your hand.' Hermione nodded and she and Draco walked back to Potions in silence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'This really will be a problem.' Albus sat down on his chair again and sighed.

'But I have to try it. I have to find out all that I can about this child!'

'Albus, didn't you listen? Fairies aren't to be joked with. They keep hidden from the outside world. They live their lives inside their own little part of the wizarding world, you know this.'

'Yea, but I also know that they help people, if they need their help. If the child will give us any hint on how to defeat Voldemort, then we need to at least try to find the information!' With that, he took out a parchment and wrote down his request to the fairies to send him all information about the life dates of Gwendolyn Gryffindor.

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Hermione was glad when she could take off the bandage after dinner. Her hand had healed perfectly. She decided that she needed to relax after the past two days and to take a bath.

She had been soaking for over a half an hour now in the bathtub with her eyes closed as she listened to some music by Beethoven. 'This music spell was really something you should know when you're taking a bath.' she thought while she hummed along with the melody.

She jerked up from her daydreaming though not really sure what had caused her to. She looked around in the bathroom, trying to find something that had triggered her to jerk up so suddenly, but there was nothing tp be seen or heard. She stopped the music to listen for something outside, maybe Draco, who wanted into the bathroom?

No, there was nothing to be heard. She leaned back in the bathtub again and let her gaze wander over the water. She noticed that the water was making waves just above her breast. The necklace!

No, not again! Not here! What could happen in here? Before she had the time to think about it she was pulled under water by an invisible creature. She tried to fight it and get back to the surface. but all the struggling only caused her to be pulled deeper into the water. Who had thought that this lagoon-like paradise-bathtub would become a death-trap for her? What was all this about and why, in such a short time, did everything bad happened to her? Was she damned? She felt her lungs aching under the pressure and her muscles hadn't the strength to keep her living any longer. She opened her mouth, in the illusion that she would be able to breathe but only swallowed water. The coughing which came afterwards was just making everything worse.
So, this would be the end now?

The tugging on her leg wasn't there anymore and she moved upwards to the surface. Soon she would see herself flowing into the water; would she become a ghost? There were hands grabbing at her pulling her up. She had always imagined that she wouldn't feel it if angels took her up to heaven. Well, time had proven to her that she had been wrong about more things already, so why not also destroy her idea about dying?

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'Mya, Mya, come on, you can't die now! Mya, please!' She coughed furiously and spat water while she rolled to her side.

'Thank Merlin!' She heard someone beside her, but she didn't even have to look at him to know who it was. It seemed that every time she was in any danger, he was there to get her out of it. She heard him moving behind her and soon felt a blanket paced around her before he lifted her up in his arms. Draco carried her into her room and placed her on her bed.

'What happened in there?'

'I'm not sure. I got pulled under the surface and just kept going deeper and deeper. I didn't know the tub was this deep. The pulling didn't stop until I swallowed water and began to cough under water, and then I remember lying on the floor and coughing again. How did you know that I was in there?' Draco shrugged and looked intensely at her.

'I just had this feeling that I should go in there. I didn't know you were taking a bath, but then I saw you just inches under the surface, not moving at all and I got you out. It was just like yesterday evening and this morning.' He shrugged again while Hermione sat up in one swift movement and looked at him.

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, that yesterday evening, when Ron tried to — well, I had this odd feeling that I should go to the library. I don't have the slightest clue why, but I just went there. And this morning in potions, I had the feeling I should check that you're alright, but Brown was blocking my view, so I moved a bit to get a better look at you just in time to see her pour out the lava on your hand. I really don't know why all of this is happening, but I'm glad that I was able to help you.' Hermione grabbed the pendant which now sending out signals again, but this time they were warm and comforting.

'Yeah, me too.' She whispered, while she silently thanked the pendant for not only warning her, but also sending someone to her rescue, although he didn't know about it. Maybe, if the pendant was sending Draco to save her, he wasn't half as bad as she had thought he was through all the years.

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Albus was sitting in his office together with the rest of the teachers. Madam Pomfrey had just told him about Hermione's hand and he had sent Dobby to get Hermione so he could hear from her what had happened.

Just after he had told the other teachers about the prophecy and who the four were, there was a knock on the door to his office. He excused himself and went outside to meet Hermione. He led her into an extra room, like a smaller study, and told her to sit down.

'I heard from Madam Pomfrey that you had an accident with lava today. Prof. Snape already told me what he knew but I need to hear from you, since you are the only one who really knows what really happened.' Hermione played nervously with the pendant while she told Dumbledore that she hadn't really noticed anything until the lava met her skin. She only had seen Lavender standing next to her with the rest of the lava in a flask in her hand.

But Albus Dumbledore only caught a few words every now and then, because his eyes were fixed on the pendant. The diamond-like tear shaped —whatever it was, surrounded by a dragon. It was the same necklace as the one on the painting: Gwendolyn's necklace. The 'Tear of the Dragon'! But why did she have it?

Hermione sat there looking worried and confused at the headmaster. He was just staring at her and not saying a word, and she doubted that he had even listened to a word she said.

'Miss Vipéreblanc, may you allow me the question where you got this necklace?' Hermione's hand found the pendant again and she held it tightly in her hand.

'Vox.' She said in nothing but a whisper.

'Do you know anything about this necklace? Like, who made it; whom it once belonged to, anything?' Hermione shook her head.

'All I know is that the pendant warns me when I'm in danger, and that somehow it tells Draco to go to the place where I am in these moments. That was the reason why he came into the library—' She didn't want to tell him about the accident in the bathroom. Dumbledore nodded and let her go back to her dormitories.

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'Albus? You look really pale, do you need some tea?' Madam Pomfrey asked him as he re-entered his office, but he shook his head no.

'Something arrived for you.' Minerva told him, pointing at a big envelope placed neatly on his desk.

He looked up at the other teachers. Everyone knew that it would be the dates of Gwendolyn's life. Albus took the papers out of the envelope and began to read aloud.

The first page wasn't really interesting, her birth date, her school dates and such, but the second page was more interesting than they all had expected.

On top of it was a note from the fairies, saying that some of the ink had disappeared and there were some holes in the text. All they got out of the original text was:
Married with S. Slytherin
One son: Gabriel Salvator

Then there was only the dying date of Gwendolyn on the page.

'S. Slytherin? As in Salazar Slytherin????? Salazar Slytherin and Gwendolyn Gryffindor?! That isn't possible!' Minerva couldn't believe what she had just heard.

'But what happened with the child?' Severus asked in much calmer voice than Minerva. Albus read over the last page and found what Severus had been asking for.

He had been adopted by a wealthy family, but when he married he changed his name to—
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