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Darkover Magic by K A Woods

Format: Novella
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 40,108
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Romance, Action, Humor, General, Angst, Mystery, Drama
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, James, Lily, Neville, Ron, Snape, Voldemort, Luna, Lucius, Seamus, Pansy
Pairings:

First Published: 02/14/2005
Last Chapter: 06/28/2005
Last Updated: 06/28/2005

Summary:
A prosaic story of the Final Year for Harry Potter and his friends- interlaced with romance, and the thin line that is drawn between good and evil that is crossed in order to win the ultimate battle. A good read for the reader who is enthralled with Harry Potter and the relationships, some unlikelier then others, that bond the characters together.


Chapter 10: THE MOON AND MARS

CHAPTER 10: THE MOON AND MARS

Hermione walked into the Great Hall to find a rather unusual sight, Ron was picking at his food not eating or talking while Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were talking rather feverishly about the upcoming match against Ravenclaw.

“Well they might be smarter then us I can guarantee that there is no damn way they will bloody beat us this year.” Seamus was saying pride fully with Dean egging him on by his side. “I personally can’t wait ter see the look on Corner’s face when I smack the bloody bludger right at ‘em!”

Ginny let out a slight chuckle as Hermione sat down right beside her; Harry looked up at her and smiled.

“Hello Hermione, hey um I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind meeting me out by the Lake after class.” Harry asked, hoping he did not sound too suspicious.

“Um sure Harry, there is nothing wrong is there?” Hermione responded, a little taken aback at Harry’s request. It had been quite a while since the two of them talked.

“No nothing at all, just want to um- talk.” Harry stated rather unconvincingly. Hermione studied him for a second before looking diagonally at Ron who was sitting there picking at a sandwich right in front of him, looking as though he had just found out his dog died.

“What’s wrong Ron? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because you are not eating like a ravenous dog so I know something is troubling you.” Hermione directed at Ron with a little smile trying, unsuccessfully, to lighten the mood.

“I’m fine.” Ron replied flatly.

Harry looked at Ron out of the corner of his eye, he looked an absolute wreck but Harry thought it best to leave him alone at the minute. Hermione on the other hand did not seem at all satisfied with Ron’s answer.

“Ronald, you are obviously not fine, now what could possibly be bothering you so much that you are not eating?” Hermione asked considerably louder and more direct then before.

Ron looked up at her for a moment before responding, “NOTHING I JUST DON’T LIKE CORNED BEEF!” He raged before storming out of the Great Hall.

“Um I’ll see you after class by the Lake.” Harry said hurriedly as he got up quickly and rushed after Ron, it was about time for them to start making their way towards Divination anyways.

“What the hell was a matter with Weasley?” Seamus asked Hermione.

“I wish I knew.” Hermione stated softly, more to herself then Seamus. Ginny looked up at her and the two shared a look of understanding before Hermione got up to leave.

“Um I have suddenly lost my appetite so I guess I will see you later.” Hermione said to Ginny before getting up and walking out, with all eyes on her and her mind swimming with thoughts.
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From across the Great Hall another watched her walk out. Draco Malfoy had watched the whole thing unfold with Ron and could not help but feel a little bit sorry for Hermione. It was not her fault that Ron liked her. Then having him blowing up at her was totally out of line.

“Draco dear, where are you going?” The insipid voice of Pansy Parkinson rang out.

“Arithmancy.” Draco stated flatly, not even turning around as he continued to walk out of the Great Hall. Pansy watched him like a hawk as he walked out and noticed Hermione exit right before him, and Pansy scoffed in dislike. If she found out that Draco even had the slightest of feelings for that Mudblood she would have something to say about that.
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“Ron, wait up!” Harry called out as he rushed after Ron who was already halfway down the hall. “Are you okay?” Harry asked a little out of breath when he finally reached Ron.

“OH YES HARRY I AM BLOODY FINE!” Ron burst out, Harry looked at him in surprise; he knew Ron had a lot of pint up emotions but not like this.

“Ron, I was just trying to be a good friend, I don’t really know what else to do at the moment…” Harry trailed off, trying to quiet Ron down.

“I am sorry mate, I am just kind of lost at the moment… I care about her so much.” Ron stated softly.

“I know Ron; I think I have always known.” Harry replied, making this realization as soon as he said it. In some way, he had to have known it all of these years. “Where were you going anyways?” Harry asked Ron a little more upbeat.

“Uh? – Oh I don’t know, I guess to the Divination Tower.” Ron said, snapping back to reality.

“Oh well we are in Classroom Eleven today.” Harry remarked as he steered Ron back the other way.

“Why the bloody hell are we in there?” Ron asked thickly, sounding like his old self again.

“We have class with Firenze today.” Harry declared, not sure, whether or not he was happy about that. His classes definitely were a change from Professor Trelawney’s though.

“Oh lovely.” Ron replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
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“Hey Granger!”

Hermione completely ignored whoever it was that was calling after her as she clenched her books to her chest in deep thought. Was she the reason Ron was acting like that? Ginny had hinted at Ron liking her and Draco had stated that rather bluntly, but she was not sure she would believe that until it slipped out of Ron’s lips, which, at the moment, did not seem like a likely prospect.

“Are you purposely trying to ignore me Granger?” A voice asked a little out of breath from practically sprinting to keep up with her.

Hermione turned around to come face to face with the steel grey eyes of Draco Malfoy and her heart seemed to jump into her throat for a second.

“Oh sorry Malfoy, I must not have heard you.” Hermione stated softly, still rather taken aback at the closeness between the two of them and took a step back. “Did you need something…?” Hermione implored, still staring him in the eyes. She did not know why she felt so jittery at the moment, probably just stress, she thought to herself.

“Well we were both walking to the same place so I thought company might not be too bad.” Draco replied still looking in her chestnut eyes as though trying to understand her.

“No I suppose not…” Hermione said softly before a hot searing pain cut through her ribs and she winced in pain, dropping her books to the ground, and slumping over slightly.

“Hermione are you okay?” Draco asked exasperatedly as he stepped forward as though to catch her but stepped back a little when she did not fall and looked at her with great concern.

Hermione clutched her ribs for a moment as she let the pain subside. Here it was over a year later and the curse that Dolohov had used on her back at the Ministry still hurt from time to time. “I’m fine Draco I am used to it by now.” Hermione replied, still rubbing her ribs.

“What is it from?” Draco queried, still staring at her darkly.

“A curse…” Hermione started as she straightened out her robes. “… but it happened back at the end of fifth year, it just hurts from time to time.”

“Oh…” Draco spoke softly, a dawn of understanding appeared across his face when she said the end of fifth year. His father had told him that she had been at the Ministry of Magic along with Potter, the two Weasleys, and Longbottom. But, for some reason, the fact that grown Death Eaters had been flinging dark curses at them hadn’t registered till now. “Do you need me to take you to the Hospital Wing?”

“I said I was fine Malfoy.” Hermione responded with a little laugh at how much he was fussing over her. Though the truth was she really didn’t feel fine, but she could deal with this, plus she couldn’t very well miss Arithmancy over some silly pain.

“Well here…” Draco started as he got down on his hands and knees and began picking up her books. Hermione looked at him in surprise for a minute before dropping to her knees as well. They both reached out for Advanced Arithmancy at the same time and their hands touched, sending little jolts up both of their spinal cords. Their eyes met and something passed between them before Hermione cleared her throat and stood up. Draco’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he stacked up the rest of the books and handed them to Hermione.

“Thanks Draco…” Hermione stated softly, careful to avoid his eyes, before taking her mound of books and walking off at a fast pace towards Arithmancy, leaving Draco standing there gaping.
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Classroom Eleven was situated in the ground-floor corridor leading off the entrance hall, opposite the Great Hall, making it not too difficult for Harry and Ron to get to class. Prior to Firenze teaching at Hogwarts the classroom was one of those that was never regularly used and used to have a slightly neglected feeling to it, but now it felt more like the Forbidden Forest then a classroom. That was due mainly to the fact that the entire classroom floor was covered in moss and trees were growing out of it; spreading their branches across the ceiling, creating a sort of canopy that in some parts covered the starry night sky that was the ceiling.
In the center of the room, where there were no trees, stood the gallant figure of Firenze- illuminated by the moonlight shining down from the enchanted sky. Upon recognition of Harry and Ron, the Centaur came up to them,
“Harry Potter.” He acknowledged Harry, holding out his hand.
“Er- hi,” Harry responded, as he shook hands with the centaur that seemed to be surveying him with his vast crystal blue eyes, “Um, good to see you again…” Harry trailed off a little uncomfortably- There was something about the omnipotent presence of the centaur that made Harry go a bit rigid.

“And you,” stated the centaur, “it was foretold that we would meet again.” Firenze finished, inclining his white blond head in a cross between a nod and bow. Harry looked at Firenze’s chest, which now showed no more trace of the horrible bruise it had when he had started here, that Harry was at least glad to see. Harry pulled Ron, who was gawking at Firenze, by the shirt and the two went and sat against a nearby tree stump while the rest of the class filed in.

Seamus, Dean and Neville came over with large grins on their faces and sat down next to Harry and Ron.

“What’s with the bloody grin?” Ron asked Seamus, still a bit irritable.

“Well with that attitude Weasley I don’t know if I should tell you-” Seamus replied with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh go on Seamus, he’s bound to find out sooner or later.” Neville commented, obviously excited as well.

“WILL YOU TWO SAY IT ALREADY?” Ron lashed out, more annoyed then excited.

“Alright well there won’t be a Halloween Feast this year…” Seamus started.

“That’s no reason to bloody smile!” Ron yelled aghast as though it was the end of the world.

“But there will be a Halloween Party in the Great Hall for the whole school!” Dean finished, unable to hold it in. Seamus elbowed him in the gut for this, “What? I couldn’t help it…” Dean trailed off as he shot Seamus a glare and rubbed his stomach.

“That’s absolutely brilliant!” Harry exclaimed as he looked at Ron, this would be the perfect opportunity for him to ask Hermione.

“That’s not the half of it mate, it is a costume party as well!” Seamus added with a wink. The whole group murmured their approval with a smile.

“But there is a catch…” Neville piped up.

“Oh right, Dumbledore said that everyone must go with someone from another House, something about building school unity…” Seamus trailed off a little uneasily.

“HAS HE GONE BLOODY MENTAL?” Ron bellowed and Harry knew exactly what he was thinking, Draco and Hermione.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, I had someone in mind too but now…well you know.” Seamus stated obviously crestfallen.

“You were gonna ask Lavender weren’t you mate?” Dean asked Seamus loud enough that her and Pavarti could over hear and started to laugh.

“Would you pipe down?” Seamus growled, elbowing him in the stomach again. “Well I thought you two ought to know.” He finished with a smile at Ron and Harry as he laid his head back against a stump and Firenze began the lesson.

“For this lesson we will be discussing something similar to what humans refer to as Astrology which is the study of how events on Earth correspond to the positions and movements of astronomical bodies. As I am sure you all know, Astrologers believe that the position of the astronomical bodies at the exact moment of a person’s birth and the subsequent movements of the bodies reflect that persons character and, therefore, destiny.” Firenze stated, as the entire class seemed to be listening with the utmost attention.

“Now we, as centaurs, do not merely use the positions of planets to give Horoscopes but also feel that they can predict things far greater. Using astronomical bodies such as the sun, moon, and planets we can predict greater happenings such as wars and famine as opposed to using zodiacs for a person’s day to day life because there are greater things happening in the world then you and me.” Firenze professed the last part with more emphasis, causing a couple of the students to jump a little.

Harry, on the other hand, had gone numb. He knew exactly what Firenze was talking about, the War that had begun with Voldemort. Well Harry had said it had begun but their really had not been a huge battle since the end of his fifth year in the Ministry of magic. Only small little fights had occurred, none of which had caused any further loss of life, though Harry had a feeling this would change. Voldemort was planning something that he could be sure of, judging by the occasional twinges of pain in his scar.

“With that said I am going to tell you what the different Astronomical bodies represent, you may take notes if you wish-” Firenze paused as all of the students took out quills and parchment. Firenze, in the mean time, parted the thick canopy the trees made to reveal a crystal clear night sky. “- this first Astronomical body is one which we are all familiar with, the moon.” Firenze announced as a large opaque moon came glittering in the sky above their heads. “Now the moon is associated mainly with dreams and disposition, so depending on what other Astronomical body the moon is closer to expresses whether it has a positive or negative affect.”

The whole class looked up at the moon as Firenze began to explain something about the moon and the changing of tides, Harry, although, was still transfixed by the moon’s glow. As he gazed at the moon’s surface, the white began to swirl and Harry felt as though he was spinning before a tug at his midsection pulled him from where he was sitting. The white spinning stopped and Harry now stood gazing out the window of a house looking at the moon.
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“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” A voice whispered from beside him. Harry turned his eyes to look at the man beside him, or was it a mirror? Harry couldn’t be sure at the moment seeing as how he and the man beside him looked identical. “Though I must say Mars looks rather bright tonight.” The man who looked just like Harry said with a little laugh.

“Oh James! Look at it now!” Harry stated excitedly, but it wasn’t his voice at all… it was a woman’s voice coming from him, a woman’s he knew he had heard before. Harry walked over to a cradle where a tiny baby boy with jet black hair was sleeping softly and gently picked him up. The baby’s eyes fluttered open to reveal vibrant emerald eyes, Harry’s eyes.

“Look Harry, Look at the Crimson Moon.” Harry spoke again in the voice not his own as he brought the baby over to the window and they looked out. The moon had begun to turn a deep shade of red and was looming in the night sky. They all stood gazing at the moon before a loud bang from downstairs caused them all to jump.

“QUICKLY LILY! HIDE HARRY!” James yelled as he rushed out of the room, the door banging behind him.
The sounds of people yelling and spell casting could be heard from downstairs before a flashing green light shown from under the door and Harry let out a cry. The only sounds that could be heard now were the dull thump of someone walking up the stairs. Harry quickly threw a blanket over the baby before positioning himself in front of the crib. He tried to cry out in confusion but found he could not make a sound, the voice that was coming out not his own, all he could do was watch. Watch as the things around him happened out of his control.
The dull clamoring stopped right outside the door and for a second there was silence before the door burst open and Harry could see a dark hooded figure with bright red eyes and wand in hand standing in the doorway.

“NO! NOT HARRY! ANYTHING BUT HARRY!” The voice yelled in desperation from Harry as the woman he was in stood her ground in front of the crib.

“Move Aside.” The voice hissed, making the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stand up. He knew that voice.

“NO YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM!” The woman’s voice rang out indignantly as she raised a wand and sent a spell flying straight at the cloaked figure. For half a second Harry believed it would hit him. But in a flash the spell was deflected and the dark figure let out a laugh, a cold high-pitched laugh.

“PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, ANYTHING BUT HARRY!” The woman pleaded, still standing in front of the baby’s crib. The cloaked figure grinned evilly before raising his wand. The woman, or Harry, turned sharply and threw herself over the baby. “I love you Harry.” She whispered as she looked into the baby’s eyes, her eyes, Harry’s eyes.

“AVADA KEADARVA!” The hooded wizard yelled and a flash of green light was sent at the woman, still staring into the baby’s eyes- that now reflected the Crimson Moon shining in the night sky, or were they the eyes of the hooded figure? And with her last breath the woman crumpled to the floor, amidst that same terrible satanic laughing.
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“HARRY!” An incoherent voice rang out in the back of Harry’s mind.

“HARRY!” The voice rang out again, this time with more concern and urgency then before.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open to be met with Ron’s urgent face lurking over him. Behind Ron, Harry could barely make out the blurry faces of the rest of the class, who seemed to be circling him.

“Harry, are you okay mate?” Ron questioned Harry as he handed him his glasses, a worried look plastered across his face. Harry put on his glasses before looking up to see the image of the Crimson Moon floating above the class.

“Yeah I am fine Ron, You saw it too then?” Harry exclaimed loudly as he stared straight at the moon and pointed. The whole class turned scared faces on the moon before looking back reproachfully at Harry.

“What are you talking about Harry?” Ron asked skeptically, still studying Harry uneasily.

“The Crimson Moon, It was the last thing I – I mean she, saw before she died, she saw it in my eyes.” Harry proclaimed aloud, not even thinking about what he had just professed. The whole class gasped a little, some looking at him frightened, the others studying him darkly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about mate…” Ron trailed off uneasily. “Are you sure you are okay? Maybe we should go down to the hospital wing…” Ron implied timidly.

“I said I was fine Ron.” Harry responded curtly, irritated that they did not know what he was talking about. Here the whole class sat looking at the same crimson moon but with no understanding. He knew what he had seen but he did not know how. That had to be how they died, Harry thought solemnly, I was seeing it all through my eyes, my mother’s eyes.

“Well like I was stating, the next Lunar Eclipse will take place this year on March 25. That date, at one time, was considered the first day of the legal year in England all the way up to the year 1752. March is coincidently the month of the planet of Mars, which is shining particularly bright.” Firenze stated solemnly just as the bell rang to release class.

The rest of the class filed out quickly, many of them shooting Harry dark looks in the process. Harry shrugged it off though as he walked right up to Firenze.

“Um excuse me Firenze I was wondering if I could ask you about-”

“The Crimson Moon.” Firenze finished solemnly as he studied Harry as though trying to see whether he should be privileged of such information. Firenze inclined his head a little before beginning. “A Crimson Moon is the name we give to a Lunar Eclipse that takes place in the month of Mars.”

“Month of Mars?” Harry asked Firenze, not understanding what he was trying to say.

“Mars is particularly bright.” Firenze stated softly as he looked up at the night sky, which still reflected the Crimson Moon. Harry looked up at the sky before a chill ran down his spine, which was the same night sky that he had just been looking at in his vision.

“Well thanks anyway Firenze.” Harry stated as he walked out of classroom eleven, leaving Firenze still studying the sky. Oh man, I have to go meet Hermione, Harry thought all of a sudden, as he picked up his pace and headed out to The Lake.
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“What took you so long Harry?” Hermione asked as Harry came at sat beside her at the edge of The Lake.

“I had to ask Firenze something…” Harry responded softly, still in deep thought over what had just happened. It was as though he was in a Pensieve, though it was different this time because he was seeing it through his mother’s eyes.

Hermione studied Harry, the moon reflecting in the depths of his emerald eyes, and she saw a tear trickle down his face.

“Harry what happened?” Hermione questioned softly as she put a hand to his cheek and turned him to face her.

“I saw it Hermione, I saw it all.” Harry whispered as he brushed a tear away and looked into her eyes. “I saw when they died; I saw it through my mother’s eyes.” Harry finished as more tears rolled down his cheek.

“Oh Harry!” Hermione gasped as she pulled him into a hug.

Harry let her hug him; there was a part of him that needed to be held, a part of him that needed nurturing. Seeing it all through his Mother’s eyes brought up a whole new kind emotion in him, a swelling of hate at seeing how his Mother had begged and pleaded to no avail, and was killed out of malicious pleasure.

“For neither can live while the other survives.” Harry spoke the words with hate in his voice, a hatred that almost made it sound as though spoken by another. Hermione let go in shock and looked at Harry.

“What did you say Harry?” Hermione asked, staring at him darkly in the moonlight.

“Neither can live while the other survives, it is in the prophecy.” Harry stated as he looked at Hermione.

“The prophecy was destroyed Harry… wasn’t it?” Hermione queried, a fear reflecting across her face as her eyes searched Harry’s for answers.

“No Hermione, it wasn’t.” Harry professed as he looked up into the moonlight that was cascading down over the Lake- the same Lake where he had first conjured the Patronus charm.

“But Harry I saw it smashed in the Ministry of Magic-” Hermione started in disbelief.

“It is with held in another.” Harry alluded to.

“What does it say.” Hermione asked, scared to here the answer.

“Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.” Harry recited in monotone.

“That means you will have to- have to-” Hermione breathed.

“Will have to either kill Voldemort or die at his hands.” Harry finished, the words coming out mechanically. He was already used to this fact by now, seeing as how he had dealt with the impact of it since the end of his fifth year. Though this was the first time he had ever told anyone else.

Hermione let out a large gasp as she looked at Harry, “I knew it Harry, I always somehow had… but oh Harry! You will live, you will!” Hermione declared as she threw her arms around him in an embrace, as though to keep him safe.

The two sat by the moon lit lake talking long into the night, Harry feeling considerably better since telling Hermione about the Prophecy. At half past one the two finally went their separate ways.
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Draco watched from his balcony as Hermione raced into the castle and turned his head to look at the full moon, something was happening to him. However, what it was, he could not be sure of.

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