Hermione leaned back in her chair to admire her masterpiece. It was dark, mysterious, like nothing she had ever created before. A sculpture with no form in particular, but, yet it was a work of art. It reminded her of death, sorrow, and a person she couldn't quite make out, a person of evil. Every time she looked at it the same thing flowed through her head, the same deathly poem.. Looking through the blinding light, You see that doom will strike tonight. A final word will be said, From your heart's desire who shall be dead.

The one I speak of, You will not think of, Until it's too late, And he has reached his fate.

The poem just repeated itself over and over again, forcing Hermione to stay looking at it. She'd look away and the voices would stop but the poem just repeated itself over and over again in her head, slowly forcing her gaze back to the sculpture. Pulling her towards it.

The door slammed shit behind Harry as he walked in. He wanted to talk to Hermione, a private conversation but then he saw Hermione just staring at a sculpture. It was eye catching but nothing special.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

Hermione turned around but seemed to be in a trance. Her eyes were unfocused and didn't seem to notice what was going on in the room. "Doom will come tonight" Her voice was eerie, transparent and sent Goosebumps up Harry's arms.

"Hermione!"

"Huh? What?"

"What was that all about?"

"What was what all about"

"Your eyes, they were all unfocused and you said 'Doom will come tonight' in that voice Professor Trelawney had when she made that prediction in 3rd year.

"Harry, what the hell are you talking." But before she could finish, Ron burst into the room. "Harry, Hermione!" cried Ron who was still trying to catch his breath. "Come down quick, to the Forbidden Forest, someone's there, I saw, I heard, talking about revenge on Harry."

"It's probably just Malfoy planning some trick on Harry," but Harry and Ron had already darted out the door. Hermione quickly grabbed the Invisibility cloak and followed them. They all had one thing on they're minds, The Forbidden Forest. Everything else was forgotten, even Hermione's strange behavior.

At long last they reached the Forbidden Forest where Ron said he heard voices. They were all out of breath but were still fully aware of what was going on.

Suddenly they all froze, listening intently to noises in the forest. They heard it, voices, people voices. The voices were unclear, but one sentence stuck out, "The boy who lived shall meet his end tonight and I shall have my revenge!"

Harry turned around to see Hermione and Ron's horror struck faces much like his own. The fact slowly dawned on him, he will die tonight. Slowly he said in a quite whisper to Hermione, "Doom will come tonight, it was a vision"

"It couldn't have been" cried Hermione, struggling to ignore the fact "I refuse to believe it!"

Harry pulled Hermione towards him, trying to calm her down, letting her weep into his school robe..

"If Harry's meant to die today, he's going to die today, you can't trick fate."

Hermione slowly pulled away from Harry and stared at Ron with hatred in her eyes. "So you want him to die!"

It was that moment the two most uninvited people walked in. One with long, pale blonde hair and one with slick black hair. Both with their cold, icy eyes set in a gaze concentrated on Harry, and slowly they walked up until they were a mere 6 feet from them.

AN-can you guess who those two were? If you can't then keep reading and if you do, also keep reading. Please, R/R!!! I neeeeeed reviews, thanx a ton!

~ Giselle Aquillis