Title: Premonitions

Chapter One: Hurt

Blankets danced in the breeze from the opened window of Harry Potter's small bedroom. Rachel smiled softly. She was propped up on one elbow, her face lit up in the pale moon light. Harry laughed loudly causing her to giggle. He was sprawled out next to her on his back, one hand behind his head, the other entangled in her petit hand on his chest. Slowly she brushed a piece of hair from his tanned face. Her pale body glimmered in the moon light and contrasted eerily compared to his tanned muscular figure. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He placed butterfly kisses up her arm. Smiling and giggling she playfully kissed his lips. "Harry." she whispered against them. "Ray…" he mumbled. "What's going to happen, I mean between us?" Harry asked the question that had been playing on both there minds here lately. "Honestly, I haven't a clue. We… I'm a ex-Death-Eather on the run from the ministry. And you are the damn savior of the wizarding world. We can't do this often, possibly never again. We were lucky about our timing, this time. We might not be so lucky next time." Rachel whispered. Harry nodded then rubbed her lips with his thumb. "Gods, Rachel" he whispered after she kissed him forcefully. "Harry, consider this a semi-vacation. Because in about one hour we have to go our separate ways and pretend tonight never happened." she kissed his neck and nipped at his skin. "Damnation!" Harry moaned as Rachel continued kissing down his collarbone. She was moving down his chest, planting butterfly kisses. She moved toward his nipple before gently licking it, then taking it into her mouth. "God!" Harry grunted. Her other hand crawled up his chest and pinched his right nipple; she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. "Shit…." Harry moaned as his back arched up, she switched nipples and began teasing his right nipple with her tongue. After a few minutes of torturing her lover she kissed back up his chest to the small piece of skin between shoulder and neck, she sucked on the sweat covered salty skin there leaving a blue-purple hicky.

Harry awoke with a moan. He had been dreaming of that girl again. Sighing he looked around. He was still in his bed room, but he had a highly noticeable problem. Grunting he stood and walked toward the locked door. "Open." he commanded with his mind. The door creaked open and he slipped out to take his morning shower at two a.m. which had become a rather annoying habit. Questions popped up from all over his mind, who was she and why in the world was he having fantasies about her?

Snape ran after a small figure in the moon light. Panting Snape managed to catch up with her. "Damn, Rachel stop!" Snape panted as she ran harder. She had no clue why she was running away, but she knew she had to be some where fast. "Come on, Sev! There is something wrong! We have to get to where ever the hell it is and stop Peter from hurting something or someone! I can feel it!" Snape grunted. "Why did I have to be keeper of the girl who has visions? Ray! Slow up!" Rachel slowed enough for Snape to catch up. "I'll tell you what's going on. Peter has found Golden Boy, but Golden Boy's hurt, so Peter is going to try to finish him off. We have to save Golden Boy." Snape outright stopped. "WHAT!?!" Rachel looked at him, "Honestly, you know we don't belong with Death-Eaters. Plus, I have seen the out come of the war if we don't help him. Trust me; with him life will be better. He will do things greater than even Albus Dumbledore. I can feel it!" Rachel said, grasped Snape's hand, and then took off again. Snape grunted. "I knew I should have declined when he asked me to be baby-sitter of the forsaken foreseer."

"I'll send Ron and Hermione a letter! I'll tell them I'm having weroid dreams… no, then they will want to know what is in the dreams! I can't have them know I'm having totally random fantasies about a Death-Eater girl, whom I don't know! OH, I could write…" Harry blundered on and on as his older cousin Dudley watched. "Uh, Harry. You're talking to the air again. Why don't you just tell me what's going on, and what in the seven hells is a Death-Eather?" Harry looked at his cousin. "Of course! Dudley! Why shouldn't I tell you! You're not bias! Oh, you are loads smarter than I ever gave you credit for!!!" Harry squealed. Ever since the tragic death of Harry's father figure –Albus Dumbledore – Harry and Dudley have been sort of friends. Dudley is completely muggle so Harry can tell him everything, all the while using a 'weight reduction' charm helping Dudley loose enough weight to be able to please his school and parents. It was Dudley's idea, but Harry liked it. Out of no where a howl was issued. "Run, Dudley… Go! It's a werewolf! Go" Harry pushed his cousin off the bench and headed in the direction of the howl. His wand out in front of his quivering form. "Please, don't be Greyback… Please, any wolf but him." A huge form stood from behind a bush. "Harry Potter. How nice to see you!" A wolfish voice growled at him. "Damn. Why is it always me! Greyback. What did I do to deserve this???" Harry asked no one in particular. Greyback threw back his head and howled at the moon then darted forward before Harry could issue any form of spell to disarm or stop the gigantic wolf.

Groaning, Rachel stepped between Snape's shocked form and Peter's over excited form. "Oh, our Master will be so proud!" Rachel heard Peter whisper. Slime filled the pit of her stomach as she looked the nearly lifeless boy wonder. Her heart filled with dread as she thought to herself, "Gods, let him be alive!" It was Snape who brought her out of her own thoughts. "No, Master will not be proud of you or Greyback. For I know it is he who hides behind the bushes, leave us, and hold your tongue Greyback! Master would kill you on sight if he knew you had done this to Potter." Rachel watched as the large wolf disappeared. "Snape. I had to do something to win back our beloved Master's love." Peter looked frantic. "Master will kill you for this, so I think you should be glad to know we won't tell if you won't." Rachel mused at what she had just said. Snape laughed a little, "Ray's right. For dead men tell no tails." Snape raised his wand to Peters face, Rachel followed suit. "Avada Kedavra" Peter's lifeless body fell to the ground limp. "Snape, fetch Draco and then disappear. Meet me at Tom's. I'll be there in a little while. I'll take the back way. But, first be careful, second don't get caught, and third make haste!" Rachel kissed Snape's cheek. Then turned her attention to the ½ naked Potter. Flicking her wand she whispered "Enervate" Harry's eyes opened slowly and painfully. The girl from his dreams… She was standing over him. "Mr. Potter, I am Rachel. That is all you need to know for now. I plan to turn you into a cat, or maybe a ferret, but only for a little while. Until I can get you some place safe. Go back to sleep now, if you want." Harry thought he saw Snape, but he doubted it.

Her pace was extremely fast. To fast to keep up with, and she looked stressed. In her dirty hands there was a peculiar kitten. Said kitten had dark brown fur with streaks of black every now and then, emerald green eyes – really uncommon among normal house cats – and a white stripe of fur that resembled a lightning bolt in the center of his head. "Quiet now, Harry." She mumbled as the cat meowed rather loudly for the fourth time tonight, "Meow." Rachel grunted. "Well, I defiantly can tell while everyone calls you an annoying rebel who just won't die." Rachel whispered to the annoying cat. "ROW!!!! MEOW!!" The cat yelped. "God, Harry! If you don't stop that I will do to you what Peter Pettigrew wanted to do, understand?" She then hurried toward the busy London pub called the Leaky Cauldron, her favorite hide-out.

"Tom. I am in desperate need of my room." Rachel managed to say over her cup of coffee. "And a bath." Tom said as he pinched his nose. "Funny." Rachel said as she glared daggers at him. "What? The truth hurts, little one. You can have yer room. Free of charge! As long as the Ministry doesn't catch wind of this." Tom said as he walked around the bar and headed up the stairs; Rachel looked around the room then hopped off her bar stool and followed the old scoundrel up the stairs. Tom led her to an old failure room. Harry had once lived there when he had run away from the Dursleys, years ago. Rachel slipped in the room and closed the door behind her. "Guess who?" Snape said in an utterly annoying high pitched voice. "SNAPE!" Rachel squealed as she hugged him. "You reek. Honestly, take a bath." Snape growled at her. "Harry passed back out a while ago. Where's Draco?" Rachel asked as she placed Harry down on the bed and covered him up. "Wanted to say bye to his mum, I guess. I'll leave off after him later. You go take a bath."

Harry woke up when he felt the whole room shaking. "Arrrrrrrg." He mumbled. "Are you awake?" The girl – Rachel – who had saved him the night before asked. "UH?" He moaned as he tried to sit up. "No." Rachel said as she gently pushed his body back down onto the bed. "Potter. I'm Rachel. You should know that I am a Death-Eater. But I have left the Dark Lord. See, I can see things before they happen. We can talk more about that later. Well, anyways… my ½ brother – Draco Malfoy – he hates Voldemort too and so does our guardian, Severus Snape. Snape went after Draco and our mother. They'll be gone a while. I… Uhm… guess it's just me and you." Harry stared at her. Snape. Snape was here. Snape was here and helping him. Snape went after Malfoy. Draco. The man who had killed Dumbledore and the lying no good for nothing asshole pansy who had made it all happen where going to help him. No way, Rachel had to be a trick. Nothing real. She sit down on the bed beside him. "Harry, you looked confused there for a moment." Harry looked up at her. She was very pretty. But… "What happened to my clothing?" Harry asked. "Oh, uh, Greyback must have taken them. When we found you last night you were basically naked. Harry, what did Greyback do to you?" She rubbed his arm in a comfort sort of way. He ignored her question, "You're cleaner than I remember."

Her once oily, dirty, unclean black hair was washed and pulled back into a tight bun, she wore a clean black long sleeve shirt that was low cut and revealed quite a lot of her pale skin and some cleavage. A pair of plain muggle hip huggers that defiantly hugged her hips a little to well. She had a really neat pair of red dragon-hide boots, and what he figured to be werewolf fangs piercing her ears. "Harry I can sneak into town later and get you some -" before she had the chance to finish her statement he raised his hand to her lips to silence her. "Voldemort used to do that. I wonder if Harry realizes they are so alike. Honestly, Voldie could be his da. Okay, that would be a little creepy." Rachel smiled at Harry as he waved his hand away from her mouth. "How about I tell you EXACTLY what you should buy me. Hm?" He waited for Rachel to nod then continued. "Buy me several black shirts, find a few glamour potions, some blue or green hair die, tight pants, boots like your, and a body piercing spell book." Harry paused to make sure she comprehended all this. "Oh, and some eyeliner would be nice…" Rachel gave him a funny look. "Harry, I mean Potter, why in gods name would you want the kind of clothing Snape, Draco, and I parade around in?" Rachel was wiping the sweat from his face. "I'm not going to play the bloody savior that's all goody two shoes! No, sir. I am going to be the person I want to be not what Dumbe…. Not what he wanted me to be? I'm done living in the shadow of Albus Dumbledore! By the way, how is my cousin Dudley?" Harry quieted. "Oh, Harry. I always assumed you were what Dumbledore made you out to be. Dudley will be okay as soon as he hears from you. You where the target, not him. He is in London right now. I could fetch him if you want me to." Harry thought about it. Then nodded. For the first time all morning he wondered what he looked like. "You don't want to see." Rachel said. "I know because I have seen this before. If I let you look you'll be pissed, if I don't you become worried. Which emotions do you like better?" Harry looked at her… "Did you know that I have dreams about you? And I'd prefer to be pissed." Rachel stood and got the mirror. Was she purposely ignoring the dream comment?

After Harry dosed back off Rachel decided to take her leave. She had to go shopping! "Severus; Draco stand guard. I'M GOING SHOPPING!!!" Rachel squealed as she turned and walked from the room. Both men stared at her and laughed. "Baby-sitting… How gay… Let's go talk to Tom." Draco muttered. Snape looked at Draco. "You go. I have to watch over Potter and you and Rachel. I took a vow." Draco made a discussed face. "You make a vow with a werewolf, they don't count." Snape glared. "On the contrary, we three would be dead if I hadn't."

Rachel ducked into the busy streets of over crowded London only moments later. She pulled her hood over her face and continued down the street. There weren't very many wizards out today, but she didn't want to take a chance and get caught by one of them. There were whispers of where Harry Potter had vanished too. Did Voldemort have him? Was he dead? Did he run away because of all the pressure placed upon his young soul? Or was the Ministry hiding him from the world? Rachel snorted as she heard them. There were missing posters up everywhere. Carefully she snagged one with Harry's face in the center then she grabbed on of the "DEATH-EATERD YOU SHOULD RUN FROM!!!" flyers. She folded both flyers up and stuffed them into her pocket. Sighing she sidestepped a family of wizards whom she knew as the Longbottoms. She then pushed her way into a muggle store by the name of Hot Topic. She pulled her hood down enough to se prices and sizes. She spent about two hours in the store. Upon entering Diagon Alley she held her hood tightly and walked carefully so she wouldn't show any of her body. Everywhere hung the wanted posters that told who were Death-Eaters. A chill ran down her spine as she ducked into a shop. Boots. That was all she needed, all except the Glamour spells and piercing spells. "So… 'Arry Potter is missin, ye know what I think? Me think he done run off." Rachel faked an old women accent as she paid for the boots. When she reentered the Wizarding town she maneuvered over to one of the stands. She paid for a missing poster of Harry which had his face in the center then she grabbed on of the free "DEATH-EATERS YOU SHOULD RUN FROM!!!" flyers.

Rachel marched up the water covered stairs to the room she shared with Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Harry Potter. "Drake! Sev!!!" She called through the door, not particularly wanting to be blasted backwards by both there wands. "Come in. Potter is asleep still." Draco called... ten heavy bags hung from her arms that read Hot Topic, three that said Madam Minks and four that said Borgin and Burkes. Both Snape and Draco stared at Rachel as if she had lost her mind. "DON'T even start with me Draco Gabriel Malfoy! Severus Lucas Snape! We need to blend in!! And look American for our plan!!!!!!!!!!!" With that said Rachel handed Snape two bags from Hot Topic, a bag from Madam Minks, and then one of the Borgin and Burkes. Draco received three bags from Hot Topic, a bag from Madam Minks, and then one of the Borgin and Burkes. Rachel placed two bags from Hot Topic and then one of the Borgin and Burkes by her feet. Then she walked over the bed holding three bags from Hot Topic, a bag from Madam Minks, and then one of the Borgin and Burkes. "Draco, MESS UP your hair. Snape, wash your hair. I brought us potions so we could magically alter our hair to add a lot of different color streaks into it. I also got a spell book for magical piercing, it's in my pocket. And now to wake up sleeping beauty!!"

Rachel slid on to the side of the bed. Gently she shook Harry's frail body. "Harry. Wake up." Suddenly his wand was poking into her neck, his eyes wide open, his lips ready to form a spell. "Rachel." He said, and then lowered his wand. "Please, sleep with the wand else where. You never know when you might set off a spell that could sever your body or something." Pain flickered into his eyes. "Tell Draco Malfoy that I am sorry for performing that spell on him last year. I didn't know what it would do. Honest." Harry whispered. "Not that your forgiven, but seeing as you were to dumb to attempt it on another for of living creature I'll say we are fair game. I would of done it to you, mate. Honestly, plus Snape told me that you had inherited his old book." Draco's face was completely intangible. "He is right, Harry. Do not forget that spell. At the moment there are few who know what it does. Use it wisely." Harry stared at Snape. "Snape. I had no clue the dangers." Harry looked like he wanted to barf. You could tell he hadn't expected to be forgiven so soon, he had hoped that he would have to at least beg. "Harry, you may call us all by our first names. Rachel. Draco. And Severus. Okay?" Rachel asked as she smiled warmly at him. "Harry, mate, I'm sorry for what I did to Dumbledore… Well, what I almost did." Draco hung his head in shame. "Harry, I am so sorry for hurting you. And for your having to watch me kill Dumbledore, but Harry before you remember to hate me think of this: Dumbledore knew what would happen, he begged for mercy I could not give, and even though I loved him like the father I never had he knew I could never disobey the Dark Lord twice and get away with it." With that said Severus and Draco returned to whispering in a corner.

"I'll help you get dressed." Rachel muttered softly. "Uh… Okay…" Harry blushed as Rachel helped him sit up. He was silent as Rachel unwound the magical strips of cloth that held his ribs in place. Sitting on her knees behind his tanned, broken form she began the slow process of cleaning the wounds on his back and reapplying all the herbs that was needed for Harry to heal quicker. Harry took a deep intake of breath as Rachel reached for a new magical rap. She then began the short process of rewrapping his ribs. After she had whispered the spell that would hold the wrapping in place she reached over the side of the bed and tugged a white undershirt out of a bag and pulled it off the annoying plastic hanger that it had been on in the store. Ripping the price tag off as she went, she then gently helped Harry slide it onto his upper body, over his head. As Rachel handed him his new clean boxers she closed her eyes and Harry watched her wave her wand. They could put themselves on! Or maybe there was a spell to it, he couldn't tell. But something entered his mind. "Rachel, how does Draco plan on fitting in?" The question was not meant to be rude, but it sounded that way. Rachel clicked her tongue and didn't speak for a moment. "You'll soon see." She muttered. Rachel then grabbed a long sleeve shirt that had been in the Hot Topic bag. She then wormed around Harry, so she was on her knees in front of him, his legs between hers. "Arms up?" She commanded. He carefully picked his arms up, trying not to hurt himself. She pulled it over his head, helping him slide his arms through. Then he laid his arms by his sides. "It's caught in that back, don't, I'll get it." Rachel told him, she pushed her arms around him and leaned her head against his chest, right over his heart as she pulled the black long sleeve shirt on to him.

As she finished he snaked his arms around her waist, holding her in place, he bowed his head and whispered "Owe you." In her ear. She blushed crimson but didn't pull away from him. She turned her head, so her face was buried in her neck, "What?" she asked as he breathed onto her shoulder. "I owe you. You feed me, clothed me, saved me, and smiled that beautiful smile at me." He whispered to her shoulder. "Oh, and later today I plan on having you highlight my hair." Draco chuckled " I like having red tips." Then he noticed his sister was in Harry Potter's lap, and was being held by Harry Potter. She was blushing. "WHOA! I said we were mates! Not that you could touch my sister…." Snape grabbed his shoulder. "Let it go, Draco. You sister has never been allowed what you have been alowed to do with the opposite sex." It was then that Harry noticed they were watching. Rachel was released and she stood up and tided up her shirt.

Two hours later everyone was dressed and ready for the next task. And they still had to explain everything to Harry. Draco's normally platinum blonde hair was spiked and had red tips; he also had muggle clothing on. He had on a button up black shirt and a red wife beater on under it, and then there were baggy black pants that hung on his hips and belled out at the bottom. The only truly wizard like clothing he wore was his eyebrow piercing which happened to be a slender snake fang, and his solid black dragon hide boots. Snape was also different. Where he would normally have been decked out in eighty's wizard garb he now wore black pants, a black dress shirt, and had silver streaks in his now messy hair. He had silver dragon hide boots on and a silver ear ring, he also had a silver wife beater on. He also had something Harry was not prepared for. His lip pierced. Harry gaped openly at him. Rachel was far more shocking then the other two. When she came out of the bathroom she had on a black tank top, black trick pants with silver chains, and a solid red over shirt that buttoned up in the front. Her face was what captivated Harry. on her left lower lip in the spot were the lips connect she had a shiny silver hoop, her nose had a small red diamond in it, both her ears were pierced three times – two in the bottom one in the cartilage. Her red dragon hide boots seemed to glimmer in the light as she walked. She had two matching Red strips of hair that hung down into her face the rest of her hair had been pulled back into a low pony-tail. Harry was pleased with the way he looked now as well. He had been the last to finish getting dressed. He was the only one that had normal blue jeans on. His white wife beater peeked out over the top of his loosely buttoned up black silky shirt. He had emerald streaks in his messy hair and Rachel had somehow managed to tame it enough to spike it up. His emerald dragon hide boots clunked on the floor as he practiced walking around the room, with Rachel's help. The only piercing he had wanted was his left eyebrow, which was a hoop instead of a snake fang like Draco's.

Rachel had already packed all of there other new clothing into four different duffle bags. Hers was a solid red bag, Snape's was completely black, Harry's was emerald-green with black handles, and Draco's was red with black straps. the four bags sit by the door that led into the noisy pub, that resided down stairs. "Well, we defiantly don't look like the old us." Draco noted as Rachel helped him put black eye liner on, Snape had a charcoaled colored eye liner on, and Rachel's was red. Harry was placing his own emerald green eyeliner on with the highest hopes that he didn't mess up. "Well, what's next?" Harry asked. "Oh, I almost forgot. You have no clue why we are helping you." Rachel mused as Snape sit in a hard wood chair. The three teens climbed on to the bed. "Alright. I feel like a teacher again. You three staring at me like that, anyways, I must start by saying Dumbledore had struck a bargain up with myself and Draco. The deal was even if we had to kill him we would help you find the most important of all things: the Horcruxes. Do you understand me, Harry?" Snape questioned as Harry thought about it he nodded. "Dumbledore always trusted you, why?" Snape seemed distant for a moment then said. "Dumbledore and I were… closer than Dumbledore and all of the other teachers." With that said tears collected in Snape's eyes. "Oh, Sevvy!!!" Rachel squealed as she hugged her companion. "Huh? Did I miss something?" Draco and Harry said at the same time. "Oh, you idiots!" Rachel glared at them as she patted Snape's shoulder. Snape sniffled and looked up. "Oho." Draco whispered. "Huh?" Harry looked dumbfounded. Draco leaned toward Harry and whispered "Dumbledore and Snape are like you and that Weasley girl…" Harry blushed and then grunted. "EW! No offense Snape, but finding out my father figure… one of my father figures was gay is a little hard to deal with…." Rachel laughed and rejoined her friends on the bed.

There was a knock on the door. "Good… That'll be Dudley. I think I scared him earlier when I appeared in his room out of no where. COMING!!!" Rachel leapt from her spot on the bed and ran to the door. "Miss Black, you told me you-" before he could finished Rachel drug him into the room and slammed the door. "I'm supposed to be dead." Rachel smiled and pulled him to where Harry was. "Hey, Dudley!" Harry stood to the best of his abilities and hugged his cousin. "Harry. I thought you were dead. And I think mum might have missed you some." Dudley hugged Harry then sat on the bed. "Rachel said I might be of use? Is that true? Can I help you, Harry?" Snape looked at Rachel, who was positively beaming. "Well. He could always tell us how things are on the outside world. But, you'll have to get used to owls. You don't mind… do you?" Draco took everyone by surprise as he informed them of his own thoughts on the matter. "He, isn't that the bloke who you hate?" Dudley asked causing Harry to mutter under his breath. "No, not anymore. Were trying to be friends. Dudley after this mini-meeting I need you to send a letter to Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Can you do that?" Dudley nodded.

"So. On to the important stuff…"