|A New Prophecy
Author: LixxylexSnape PM
A New prophecy has been made, and its turning hermiones life completely upside down. How could it possibly mean her? Trauma and romance follow her round every corner. rated T for now. Please R&R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Hermione G. & Severus S. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,901 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 08-25-08 - Published: 08-20-08 - id: 4488052
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Disclaimer- Jk Owns everything,she's the genius!I just like toying with it!
AN- Thanks to Scabbers for helping me plot, and being my dictator, to daddykinz, For checking my spelling and such, & to Aj, for being my number 1 Fan
Sybil Trelawny, hiccuped to herself, as she made her way down the long narrow path in darkness. She had'nt quite managed to shake her recently aquired drinking problem, over the summer. Her nerves wheren't quite what they used to be, and the events of the previous year, had shaken the old girl no end.
There was barely enough light creeping through the over grown hedge, to see the road ahead of her, and her perception had been greatly hindered, by the several brandys she had just shared with Iris Ingelpuff, so she did not see the apparant 'black hole' she was about to step into.
"Got 'er Dolohov!" The tall blonde man shouted happily to his companion, over the poor womans cried of shock.
"Nice one Rowle, he said this would work." Replied the darker of the two men, following his fellow death eater from the shadow of the hedge. Dolohov pointed his want at the 'hole' in the floor and flicked it upwards. It rose and sealed its self, turning into a large black sack, which he heaved over his shoulder into a firemans lift. Rowle nodded at him, and the two men turned on the spot, dissapearing with a faint popping sound.
"Severus, I require your assistance" Said a cold, high voice. A tall dark clad man strode forward from the shadowns. his long black hair fell in curtains around his sallow fave, his lips pressed thin before he opened them to speak. "How can I be of service, My Lord?" He said silkily, his black eyes fixed on the man infront of him, as he made a small bow. "You know of Potter's school friends." He stated plainly, leaving no room for question. Severus Snape felt his chest tighten slightly, but he was careful to ensure he didn't show it. "Yes My Lord." He replied in an even voice.
"Theres is a muggle born girl, what is her name?" The menacing tone evident it his cold voice.
"How does the girl intrest you My Lord?" Snape asked, avoiding the original question. Voldemort twirled his wand in his long bony fingers, as if contemplating Snape, then said "A new prophecy has been made involving the mudblood"
"My Lord?" Snape pushed cautiosly.
"Her name Severus, I wish to know her name!" Voldemort snarled impatiently.
"Hermione Granger" He replied evenly.
"Very good Severus, that will be all." And with that, he waves his bondy hand in dissmissal.