Designated Harbinger by Lia

Ok, disclaimer in part one. : I don't own anything except Jessica, David, Marie, and Olivia, I guess so far. Will try to post next chapter by Friday. All depends on the muses, my schedule, ect.

So, on to the fic!

For all my joviality I was worried. Mom's aura was almost overwhelming between the various emotions. 'She must be wanting to talk to Dad alone,' I thought. 'What could of happened that would create such an effect. Her second auric layer was a swirling mass of color about the body.' I'd only focused on it for a couple of seconds, but could tell. The others diluted amber, the color of personal strength and courage. The strongest color was viridian indicating emotional and mental stress. Mom usually didn't show that color. There was a light shade of gray, but the cream and pumpkin color was also there. From this I was able to know that emotionally Mom felt trapped somewhat, something was bothering her, but she had strong self control, strength, and is heading in the right direction. For a moment I wished to be more developed psychically. Only now was I able to see to the fourth auric layer easily. Dad is teaching me, but it could take years before reaching my full abilities.

A shiver went up my spine. Something big was happening. A turning point, a decision must be made. Whatever happens now will depend on our wills and our reactions. The phrase 'Whatever fate and God decrees,' came to mind. It wouldn't help to let fear and worries cloud the mind, so I might as well live life like normal. 'Though normal is not us and is highly overrated' So instead of dwelling on the matter, I flipped on the radio, got ready to shower off all the grime, and began to sing to the music. Things will tend to work out on their own.

Meanwhile back in the kitchen.

David had left to get cleaned up after I'd calmed down. It wasn't every day I'd get overemotional. Perhaps it was all the memories that were coming back to me. When I got my letter I was so excited even though I already knew that I was a witch. 'How could I not be? My family was one of the most powerful pureblood families in the Wizarding World.' But to hold that parchment, to see that wax seal and the green ink filled my life with joy. I later daydreamed for a week about which house I'd be sorted in. Never thought I'd get Gryffindor. Ravenclaw like my father or Slytherin like my mother, sure, but Gryffindor! Didn't know either to laugh or cry! 'Mother took it hard, or so I've heard.'

The only thing I can think of that I did Gryffindor-like was marrying David. And speak of the devil, there's him now,' I thought smiling slightly at the sight of him. Here was the man I married --- the same sweet, insightful, yet most thickheaded man I've ever met. Barefoot, and wearing worn jeans and a white tee, he still looks like the day I met him. His light brown hair was still wet and curling at the ends, his tanned skin still damp. He should have looked carefree and relaxed yet his posture and eyes revealed his seriousness. Gratefully he accepted the coffee I handed him as he slid into their kitchen's built in booth.

I looked around the room. It was so different from what I grew up with. By marring David I've disconnected myself apart from that world. The last time I had really lived there was when I was pregnant with Jessica. Now we lived almost completely muggle. That was the Psychics way of life. They lived right under the muggle's noses. Of course, it's easier for them. 'Damn, after all these years I'm back to referring to them and 'them' all because of that letter," I looked up; David was watching closely.

"Do you want her to go?," he asked. I hated that. It can't be my decision. This is too big a choice. If Jessica went to Hogwarts then she'll be entering a world she knew almost nothing about. On the other hand I'd be depriving one half of my daughter's heritage if she didn't go. 'My daughter is a witch. It doesn't matter if she's trained or not, she will still be a witch. However, will she be accepted? If people find out (and they will eventually) that she's one half psychic, Jessica will be put in a difficult situation. She might even be rejected by both sides.'

David's hand covered mine. He was still watching me. "I don't know," I said softly. They were both silent for a couple of seconds. David's hazel eyes unfocused then focused on something behind her. Resisting the urge to look over my shoulder with ease, I just waited. Smiling sadly he squeezed my hand an said, "Jessica will go to Hogwarts. It's a stop on her path. All we can do is support her one hundred percent and pray for the best."

Shaking my head, I took a sip of coffee. In some ways I'll never get used to this. It annoying because it is something beyond my ability even though I try to understand. It also bugged me that he was usually correct when he made those type of statements.

When I entered the kitchen I found Marie lost in thought staring into her coffee. I sat down and watched her for awhile. Once again a feeling of guilt spread through me. Marie rarely entered into the world she was born to anymore after she married me. She still used magic, that incredible gift of hers, but really had no one to share it with. We lived in the real world, not that sequestered existence her family belonged to. She's adjusted really well. Her friends, family, and work keep her grounded.

Then I'll find her once again pouring over those old photo albums. When it gets hard enough she'll leave for the weekend, sometimes taking the kids with her and immerse herself in the Wizarding world. Things will settle down for a while, but is she truly happy? Why can't we find a balance between these two worlds? This old worry has now taken a new twist. I never thought our children might become a witch or wizard. Will we have to face this with Peter as well? Jess appeared to have had all the makings of a psychic. Peter is just coming into his age, but shows signs. Is it possible that they can have both magic and be psychic? I've never heard of it before, but then I've never heard of any Witch-Psychic pairings except for the ones in legend.

I wish things had happened differently, but in the end I wouldn't change a thing. I love Marie and the kids. If it wasn't for our two worlds and their governmental policies, things might have been different. I know our reasoning and try to understand theirs, but it's hard at times. This must be harder on Marie though. It looks like she's lost in her memories. And so I bring up the main question, pulling her from her thoughts, "Do you want her to go?"

She frowned frustrated and conflicted. I watched her have her silent, yet loud debate with herself. Sometimes she was just so easy to read. Part of her charm I remember with fondness. I reach for her hand giving it a slight squeeze. In the end, it's just us. Our family, our lives, our decisions. She sighed, her expression troubled. "I don't know," she said softly. She is off balance, in turmoil, caught between two worlds once more. My heart reaches out to her, yearning to put her at ease.

I'm not sure how long I sat there. Time appeared to slow down while the room darkened; the shadows grew even in the mid afternoon sun. The familiar feeling of dissociation came over me one again as I seeked. Darkness grew then faded into a new environment. A green glade surrounded by tall trees swaying in the mid-summer breeze. The knee high grass blew before the wind quieted. A large pilling of rocks stood on the opposite side of the glade. Mountains could be seen not far in the distance against a deep blue sky.

My totem, my spirit guide, entered the glade slowly bringing a sense of safety and peace along with her. She landed on the rocks, ruffled her long, broad wings before looking at me with large penetrating eyes. Dark brown in color with a patch of golden brown feathers on the back of her neck, she was a mature, powerful Golden Eagle. Her yellow eyes focused on me and I heard a voice speak to my mind. "Yes, young one? Why do you call? Hunting has been good for us these days." David approached, his footsteps silent before he sat on the ground a few paces away. "I know things are well, but I fear a new wind might bring change and trouble." Looking a little affronted, she cocked her head to the side quizily saying, "Winds always change, that has never been in question. As for trouble, look ahead as well as behind, then deal with it as it comes. Sometimes winds are rough. That is life." I nodded. I knew this well, but it felt different this time. Face earnest he said, "It is not for me that my heart and mind are troubled for, but for my daughter. I fear that she may leave me and will not be able to survive." The eagle smoothed her feathers. Her voice said soothingly, "That I understand. Your eldest fledging is starting to learn to fly and you fear she may fall." She shrugged her wings, eyes still focused on him warmly. "But you already know that she will have to leave the nest one day, spread her wings and fly. Fear will not help you. It will happen." Sighing, I had been hoping that Olivia would have an answer for what is in Jessica's best interest. "Is it better to let her go now and fail or to wait until sure she will not fall?," I questioned.

Olivia, the Golden Eagle and spirit guide, bobbed her head a few times before staring fixedly at me. "Finally.your question. You never know if your youngling will fly or fall until it happens. Too early or too late, both are not good. Each one has a different time. Some have no time at all. Now, a question to you that I'm sure you know the answer. Do you trust your daughter? Trust her to do what is right? Trust her to know when to ask for advice or help? If the answer is yes, then your decision is made for you. Trust is either there or not; there is no in between."

I looked at her face frowning in concentration. My mind flashed on images of Jessica. The times when she lied, and the times when she asked for help or advice; the times of laugher, and the times of tears; the times she learned by herself, and the times when Marie and I taught her lessons. If asked this a couple of years ago, the answer would be no. Ask one year ago, no. Ask a couple of months ago, it would have been difficult to answer. Now, though, I'd have to answer --- yes. I did trust Jessica. Part of me wished I didn't because of what this would mean. She was going to leave me.

"You have your answer," she said kindly knowing what I'd realized. "Yes, I do. Thank you, Olivia. The decision will now be hers. I will support her either way and not interfere," I said resolved. Olivia bobbed her head and preened a bet. "Good! I will let you know though that this is part of her destiny, a stop on her path for her.for her to learn to fly and even hunt, to grow." ".up. Yes, I understand even though it makes my heart heavy," finishing her comment. Thinking of what I knew about my daughter, I knew what her answer was sure to be. The eagle ruffled her long feathers hopped from one foot to the other and looked up to the sky. "I must go now. Happy hunting, and fly high," her voice called softly to mind before she pushed off into the air, wings flapping as she gained altitude. When she reached a good distance away, the environment began to fade. Then the perception the area brightened revealing myself back in the kitchen.

I was still holding Marie's hand and a coffee mug in the other. Focusing on Marie I saw her waiting expectantly. I gave her hand a squeeze and smiled slightly. It probably looked a little sad to her, but I felt reassured. "Jessica will go Hogwarts. It's a stop on her path. All we can do is support her one hundred percent and pray for the best." I said to her. She shook her head looking a bit annoyed, but seemed to accept. As Marie took a sip on her coffee I couldn't help but think that I was somewhat relieved. Knowing Jessica, if we told her that she wasn't allowed to go to Hogwarts she would of found a way around us and go anyway. 'This was really for the best,' I thought having to believe that.