PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY'S PREDICTION

I forgot the disclaimer in my other posts so here it is. I don't own any of the characters except Brunhilda Bogtrotter. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Co..

Chapter 1

Harry was relieved to be at Number 4 Privet Drive for the summer. After his terrible ordeal at the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts, he was happy to have some time away from the magical world....to have some peace. The Dursely's could care less if Harry stayed in his room all summer with the exception of his usual list of chores and that's pretty much what Harry did. He wrote to Hermione, Ron and Sirius only a few times over the summer because any contact with the magical world reminded him of Cedric and he preferred not to dwell on those horrible memories. Harry took his homework much more seriously and studied most of the day every day.

The first half of the summer passed without incident - until the night before his birthday. Just as the clock was striking midnight, he felt the familiar searing pain across his forehead. He tried to get out of bed but fell to the floor in a heap. Harry could hear Voldemort's high pitched laugh and see the flash of green light as he killed a family of Muggles - a mother, father, and an infant son. Harry could see their terror-stricken faces as they crumpled to the ground. Harry thought he heard Voldemort say in a low voice "Does this remind you of anything, Harry? This is what should have happened to you but I have something much worse in mind." As the pain subsided, Harry slowly got to his feet and tried to remember what had just happened. He knew he needed write to Dumbledore and Sirius at once.

"Why did this have to happen to them?" he wondered as he rubbed his forehead. Harry pulled out a piece of parchment but as he began to write, the crippling pain in his forehead once again consumed him. This time he saw a young wizard being tortured with the Cruciatus curse. Amidst the pain, he grabbed his quill and scrawled on the paper "two visions....Voldemort.....scar hurts...help......" Harry stayed conscious only long enough to tie the letter to Hedwig's leg and then he collapsed.

As Harry came to, he saw the face of his godfather, Sirius Black, staring worriedly at him.

"I apparated as soon as I got your owl. Are you all right?" Sirius said.

"I didn't know who Hedwig would take the letter to, you or Dumbledore. I guess I'm ok." Harry replied as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Hedwig came to me first and I sent her straight to Dumbledore."

The Dursley's were staring, horror stricken, from Harry's bedroom doorway at the visage of Sirius Black. "I-I'm going to call the police if you don't leave this instant!" Mr. Dursley boomed. Sirius frowned then raised his wand and placed the full body bind on the three Muggles.

"If you were any type of decent human beings, you would have checked on your nephew when he was lying here in pain. Instead you left him in here to suffer!" With that, Sirius levitated them into Dudley's room and gagged them to keep them quiet. Sirius returned to Harry and helped him back onto his bed. "Now, do you feel well enough to tell me what happened?"

"Well, I was asleep and then my scar hurt and I saw Voldemort murdering a family of Muggles - a mom, a dad, and their young son." Harry looked down in pain as he remembered their faces and those of his own mother and father.

Sirius placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "And?"

"And then I got up to write you and Dumbledore when my scar hurt again and I saw Voldemort torturing a young wizard. I didn't know if he was ever going to stop so I tried to get a message to someone." Harry wondered if he should tell Sirius about what Voldemort had said.

Sensing that Harry had something more to say, Sirius asked, "Is there anything else?"

"It was like Voldemort was doing it to torture me...making me see and feel all these terrible things...all the hate. In the first vision he asked me if it reminded me of anything and said that that's what should have happened to me. But he said he had something worse planned for me."

Sirius grew pale. "That soulless devil won't touch you, not while I have breath left in me!" With that, he stood up . "We have to get you to Dumbledore; he'll know what to do."

As the two stood on the curb waiting for the knight bus, Harry remembered it was his Birthday. "Some birthday," he murmured. "Sirius, I think Voldemort knew it was my birthday because the visions began right around midnight."

"Oh, that reminds me." Sirius smiled as he pulled a rumpled package out of his robes. Harry could see that Sirius still had his pajamas on under his robes and grinned.

"Left in a hurry, I see?" Harry said grinning and pointing at his pajamas which were a dark blue.

"Yep," Sirius said, not embarrassed in the least. He handed Harry the package. "Happy Birthday!" Sirius said.

The loud bang from the Knight Bus interrupted them. Sirius quickly pulled his hood over his head so that no one would recognize him and they climbed aboard. The pair took a seat in the back. Harry continued to unwrap the present but the wrapping paper never seemed to end. Sirius looked at Harry mischievously as Harry asked, "What did you do! Is there a present in here or what?" Sirius laughed as he tapped the paper with his wand, "It's never ending wrapping paper. I thought it up when I was in school."

"Fred and George would love this for their joke shop! Could you show them how to make it?"

"Oh sure, it's not that hard really."

The Knight Bus popped again and they were at Diagon Alley. Sirius decided it would be better if he transformed so that no one would recognize him. Harry walked into the Leaky Cauldron with his partially unwrapped present and a large black dog. He checked into a room with Tom the innkeeper. "Isn't it a little late to be in Diagon Alley?" Tom asked. Harry lied and said that Dumbledore had given him permission which probably would have been true if Harry had had a chance to ask him. Once in their room Sirius and Harry fell asleep, exhausted from the seemingly endless night. The next morning, they were awakened by an owl tapping on the window. Attached to the owl's leg was a letter from Dumbledore telling them to meet him at noon for lunch in the Leaky Cauldron and the official letter from Hogwarts. Harry saw his partially opened present lying on the bedside table. He finally finished the job. Inside he found a black wooden box housing a beautiful sapphire orb. Sirius yawned and told Harry that it was a serenity orb.

"You hold in your hand and think happy thoughts. The more happy thoughts, the brighter the orb glows. Then, whenever you need cheering up you can look into the orb and see all those happy memories. I figured after last year you could use some prepackaged happiness."

"Thanks." Harry said, staring delightedly at his present.

Harry decided to get his books and things while he was here in Diagon Alley. Sirius stayed in the room; Harry brought him some breakfast then headed for Gringott's.

By the time Harry finished shopping it was almost noon. He and "Snuffles" waited downstairs for Dumbledore. Right on schedule the Headmaster appeared. He looked at Harry worriedly. Harry always felt safe when Dumbledore was near. He recounted the evening's events and Dumbledore sat there lost in thoughts for a moment or two. Finally, he said, "Harry, I think you're right about Voldemort wanting to torture you but the question is why. We will discuss this further some place a little less public." Harry's mind wondered to what the Dursley's would do to him when he returned to Privet Drive. He didn't want to go back to that miserable place. As if reading his thoughts, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he said, "I wanted to meet with you primarily to let you know that you may stay at Hogwarts for the remainder of the summer if you wish." Harry's eyes brightened and he readily agreed. Sirius would apparate back to Privet drive gather up Harry's school things and release the Dursley's. Twelve hours trapped on a bed was plenty even for the Dursley's.

Harry and Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts by floo powder, his least favorite way to travel. Harry landed face first on the floor of the Headmaster's office. He stood up and dusted himself off. Harry had always wondered how Dumbledore seemed to know what people were thinking. On cue, Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes and asked "Is there something you would like to know before you return to your tower?"

Harry turned pink, a little ashamed of his thoughts. "How do you always know what people are thinking? You always know when I want to ask something or when something is bothering me."

The Headmaster's eyes twinkled. "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that question and I'm glad you finally did. But first, I don't always know what people are thinking. It takes tremendous concentration." Dumbledore took a seat behind his desk. "There are many types of seers, Harry. Some, like Professor Trelawney, have dramatic trance-like visions, while others have more subtle gifts. I've always had a knack for reading people. Some of it is body language but mostly it's a person's eyes. Have you ever heard the saying that the eyes are the portals to the soul?" Harry nodded. "Well, I have the gift of seeing into a person's heart and mind through their eyes. It is very useful when you don't know who your enemies are. These type of seers have a certain distinctness about their own eyes."

"You mean like the way your's twinkle?" Harry asked.

"Exactly. Your mother had very unique eyes...such a brilliant shade of green. I'm sure more than one person has told you that you have your mother's eyes." Harry nodded again.

"Are you saying that my mum was one of these seers?"

"Yes. She was a very gifted seer."

"Then how come she didn't know that Peter was the spy?" Harry asked.

"There are certain ways to disguise one's true nature but it is very difficult. I suspect that Peter had help from Lord Voldemort."

Harry thought for a minute. "When you said that I had my mums eyes, what did you mean?"

"Harry, you have many talents that will emerge in time as do your friends, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. This is one of the reasons....well let's just leave it at that."

"Professor, do you think that you could teach me to see? I mean, if I have the talent for it? I still have a few weeks before the term starts and I've finished all my summer assignments."

"Very well. I will instruct you as best I can but first I would like you to read the books in the library on Seeing. After that we will set up a time for your lessons." Dumbledore smiled. "I'm glad to see that you are taking your studies seriously this year. They will be more important than ever. Good day, Harry." Harry hurried off to Gryffindor tower to unpack.