In the Name of The Future

by RisenDevil52

Sixth year is over and the war is in full swing, can Harry and crew find the horcruxes and what does the Weasleys' new house guest have to do with defeating the Dark Lord?

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Before you begin reading I feel it is only fair to warn you that this story is largely about an original character, while all the characters that you know and love fro them books will make appearances the entire story is narrated from the perspective of MY character. Also for anyone who is particular about it I am not from England and I would imagine that that is reflected in my writing.

Disclaimer: The Potterverse is not mine I only wish it and the creativity behind it were.

Chapter One

Steam, the room is filled with it and it suits my current mood, its blocking out my surroundings letting me forget if only for a few moments just where I am. I've been living with the Weasleys for nearly two weeks and I'm going out of my mind, Mr. Weasley was a close friend of my father's during their school days, so that's where I am going to be until I turn seventeen. Its not that they haven't been kind, but all Mrs. Weasley talks about, is her son's upcoming wedding, and her husband when he's home spends much of his time badgering me about my life in the muggle world. The only person here even close to my age is their youngest child, and only daughter, Ginny, but she spends all of her time locked in her room moping about her boy problems, and doesn't seem all that interested in talking to me or functioning like a normal human being for that matter. She's defiantly not what I expected when I first arrived, everything that I knew about her told me that she was a bright, happy girl. Not to make her sound perky and helpless, I knew that she could hold her own against all six of her older brothers, and enjoyed quidditch and practical jokes, so it was a little irksome that this girl, who I had expected to get along with so well, was nothing like I'd thought she would be. Its not that I'm completely unsympathetic, I realize that she has a right to be upset, I mean her boyfriend who she is madly in love with broke-up with her at a funeral for Merlin's sake, but she didn't even fight for him, so she has no one to blame but herself, okay maybe him as well, but still.

I wipe the steam from the mirror and stare at the woman before me, not bad really, heart shaped face, olive skin, long wavy black hair and electric purple eyes. I'm short, like five-foot nothing, but that allows me to pull off cute and innocent when I need to avoid trouble, which I'm in more often then is probably prudent, but what's life without a little adventure, eh? The only thing really bad about my height is that occasionally people think that I'm considerably younger than I am, I'll be seventeen in about a week but if people have to guess they often think I'm closer to fourteen. I've found that wizard clothing actually makes this problem worse because it disguises my shape, which if I do say so my self, is actually pretty good; despite being slim, I actually have some decent curves. So I usually end up in muggle clothing, which has occasionally drawn some less than favorable attention for the more backward portions of pureblooded society, which doesn't really bother me because it gives me a chance to tell them how full of shit they are.

I guess that sort of makes me sound like I have a problem with purebloods, which is defiantly not true, my father was from a very old pureblooded family, but I don't hold with the belief that blood matters, or that it is any indicator of power, after all some of the most powerful witches and wizards I've ever encountered were muggleborns. Anyway more to the point things should get more interesting soon as Ginny's brother Ron and his friends are due to arrive this evening. Since school ended they have been staying with Harry's muggle family, and they would be returning here for the wedding.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Ah, Ginny must be awake, guess I should get out of here, I scoop my soiled clothes off the floor, check to make sure my towel isn't going to fall and open the door expecting to see Ginny tapping her foot impatiently, only to find a boy standing there gapping. He's a little older than me and considerably taller, not that that means much, in fact he's tall for his age well over six feet. Figuring that I was decently clad I decided that I might as well introduce myself, so I stuck out my hand and smiled, "Hi I'm Ren Brooks." He continued to stare at me incredulously but, began opening and closing his mouth, not making and noise. I figured I might as well help the poor guy out so, I continued speaking, "So I'm guessing from the red-hair your one of the Weasleys." Instead of responding he quickly stepped around me and slammed the door. Shaking my head I took off toward the room I was staying in, I think it used to belong to the estranged brother, but no one has really said anything about it.

On my way I pass Ginny and a girl with bushy brown hair, must be Hermione, they stop talking as they see me approach, they seem nearly as astonished as the boy in the hallway. Now I'm not really particularly modest, nor by any means could I be called a slut, but it seems to me that a towel covers more than a bathing suit, but you would think that I was wearing nothing based on the looks that these people were giving me. Deciding that I might as well go for broke I decided that I might as well introduce myself to the new girl. "Hi, Ren Brooks," I say offering my hand.

She continued staring for a few seconds before recovering and taking my hand, "Hermione Granger, how do you do?"

"Not bad, trying to get used to England again, I haven't been back here in about six years."

"Oh, did you attend Beauxbatons?"

"No, I went to school in Greece."

"Greece, I wasn't aware of any magical schools there, well other than the rumors about a school full of seers, what is it…Oh, yes, the Order of the Oracle I believe they call it, anyway seer culture is supposed to have died out."

"Perhaps, you should put more stock in gossip then, after all most rumors have some basis in fact, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go get dressed." I headed down the hall smirking, take that, everything I knew about the girl suggested that she would discredit Divination, oh well, she'll accept it eventually, after all, I've foreseen it. Truth be told, I can't really blame her, I myself find a lot of the different means of seeing ridiculous. Tarot cards, tea leaves and palmistry are all very vague, not many people can accurately interrupt them, I've known quite a few that could, but they all still live within the Order. The few that left were often among the less powerful, hoping to milk their gift for money. Prophecy is little better really, most prophecies can be interoperated in multiple ways and there meanings are decide by the people they are about. I personally put the most faith in visions they aren't easily misunderstood, and they can be put in to a Pensieve, so that others can observe the exact same thing. I'm reasonably certain that I don't believe that only because I happen to have visions, but I guess I'll never know for sure.

Figuring that it must be close to breakfast time I pulled on some jeans and a tank top, put my hair up in a messy bun and headed back toward the stairs. Sure enough a group was gathered the table, I saw Ginny, Hermione, the Red-haired boy and another boy who I assumed was Harry Potter. Two empty chairs remained at the table, the one next to Harry, and the one that Mrs. Weasley always sat in, so I plopped down next to him, all the while ignoring the glare Ginny was sending my way. I turned to him and once again introduced myself.

He smiled and took my hand, "Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

"You too," I nodded my head toward the only person who I had yet to meet, "He talk?"

Harry looked puzzled for a minute before he answered, "Yeah, that's Ron."

I offered Ron my hand, and he shook it, his ears turning bright red, as he mumble what I assumed to be a greeting. Mrs. Weasley came to the table and filled everyone's plates before announcing that she had to run to Diagon Alley, and heading for the fire. We ate in silence for a few minutes; the only sound other than our silverware was Hermione's fidgeting. No way was I going to let her off the hook if she wanted answers to her questions she was going to have to suck it up and ask me herself.

Finally it appeared she could take it no longer, "If the Order of the Oracle still exists why do so few people seem to know about it?"

I put down my fork; now that she'd started I doubted I'd get much more of a chance to eat. "Well think about it, it's dangerous for everyone out there, but how much more dangerous would it be if Voldemort had a seer on his side? If he knew exactly what would happen, exactly how this war will end, he might be able to change the outcome, if it isn't in his favor."

"So you're saying that all of you are hiding because of Voldemort?"

"No, that's just an example, normally when people find out, that you're a seer they start hounding you to make predictions, or do readings for them, and it doesn't really go over well for those who can't."

Ginny cocked her head and seemed to be showing some interest in me for the first time since I'd arrived, "Why can't you? Make predictions, or do readings, I mean isn't that what seers do?"

I grimaced, not exactly happy with where the conversation was headed, "Not all seers do the same things. There are several different types of seer, different levels, classifications…"

"That doesn't make sense, not a single book I've read refers to differences between seers."

I narrowed my eyes, preparing for battle, "Why not, we should we be all alike when you aren't all alike?"

"That's not what I meant; I mean why wouldn't there be a mention of it anywhere?"

I sighed, I wasn't expecting to have to tell them this much until much later, "Strictly speaking, no one outside of the seer culture is supposed to know. I'm kind of an exception, though. Okay, basically there are three main types of seers, Visionaries, Readers, and Mediums. Mediums, are the ones, that give prophecies, they don't naturally remember there prophecies, but they can be taught to do so, if they are powerful enough. Readers, are the ones that can use tarot card, tea leaves, and palmistry, also some of them use crystal balls, but those aren't actually the most useful tool. Finally, the Visionaries are the rarest type of seer, they see a situation play out, like a muggle television, or a Pensieve almost, and are always able to recall what they have seen. You all with me so far?" I watched them as I paused to take a drink.

Most of the group nodded but Hermione used the time to ask a question, "If that's true then how come Professor Trelawney teaches the Reading methods, when we all know that she has given prophecies."

"Mostly because Sybil Trelawney is an idiot. She wanted to remain with the Order to teach but it was decided that she would not be able to adequately instruct the students. Don't get me wrong it is entirely possible that she knows the theory behind the other methods, however unlikely, but she is not able to make predictions that way. From what I've be told she just makes vague guesses and when something is close to true everyone takes it as confirmation of her ability. Unless her ability has advanced beyond were it was when she left she doesn't even remember the few true prophecies that she's made."

Hermione nodded,"That makes sense, especially the part about her being an idiot. So what are the other classifications?"

"Glad you agree. There are two different classifications Alpha and Beta. Ninety-nine-point-five percent of seers fit into the alpha class. They see one outcome, for instance they make a prophecy and that's the end of it, that's what happens, of course prophecy is difficult to interrupt and often gives you little to work with. Beta seers on the other hand see possibilities, around the time a decision needs to be made they see, different outcomes, like the end of two different paths, usually when this happens they have some ability to change the future, to steer things toward a certain outcome. Most often beta seers are Visionaries, don't know why just seems to work out that way, although not all Visionaries are beta class. In a many ways the purpose of the Order is to train beta seers, which as you can imagine creates some tension between the classes, especially when you consider that the beta seers lose their foresight when their purpose is complete."

Harry issued a sound of disbelief, "That seems harsh, don't you think?"

"You'll have to take that up with Fate, beta seers are aware from the first time they See, that it is only temporary, all reports by beta seers who have accomplished their purpose say that they don't miss the sight. I mean, they say fulfilling your purpose as a seer brings a sense of contentment and it allows them to move on to do what the want with their lives. Anyway, one last thing to cover, levels, there are four of them, zero through three. Originally it was only one through three, but about twenty years ago they added zero. Level one seers, See only one thing, the future. Level two seers See, the future and the present, meaning that they See something that is happen else where as it is occurring. Level three seers See the future, the present and bits and pieces of the past. Level zero seers are the only ones not brought to the Order to train, they usually See in dreams or with a tool, but never really see anything significant. So if anyone at Hogwarts actually Sees, rather than making things up in Divination, they belong to this class." I lapses into silence and began eating my now cold breakfast, hoping that none of them would ask the question that I knew was coming, I really didn't want to get into that.

In the end, surprisingly enough, it was Ron who's curiosity got the better of him, "So what are you?"

I continued to stare down at my plate not really wanting to see their faces, as I told them the answer, "I'm a level three, beta class visionary."

It took them several minutes to digest that before they got around to asking more questions. I'm not really sure who asked the next question, it didn't really matter, I had to tell them, they wanted to know the purpose behind my visions, "To see Voldemort destroyed, at all costs."

Harry snorted, not really attractive, but there you have it, "Sorry to disappoint but that's my purpose."

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head, "No, your purpose is to destroy Voldemort, mine is to make sure that you do, to make sure you follow the path that will allow you to succeed. To make sure you don't make more stupid mistakes, and screw it up for the rest of us."

"What makes you think you know anything about me or my life?" Until that moment I wouldn't have believed that his voice could be that cold, and I could understand his anger but seriously, the whole tragically misunderstood thing just wasn't working.

"When I was four years old I had something of an identity crisis, most people get to forget everything that happened before then not me, its to closely tied in with my visions, but that's not really the problem. Having a vision doesn't take nearly as long as the event actually takes, but the experiences are very much the same. I didn't learn to differentiate between my reality and my visions until I was nearly five, but I started having visions when I was six months old, so for almost four years I more or less lived three lives, mine, yours and one other one. I have three memories of what I thought were my first words, three memories of my first steps, truth be told I have three sets of memories of shitty childhoods. I remember a woman screaming begging for her child's life, then a flash of green light. I remember a flying motorcycle, and waking up to find a woman screaming as I lay on a door step. Even after I learned which life was mine I still felt the pain in the others, I lived that horrible night in the cemetery at Little Hangleton, in the Department of Mysteries and on top of the Astronomy tower. I know almost everything about your life, I saw everyone of the moments that shaped you, that connected you to Voldemort, I was so crushed when Pettigrew escaped and you didn't get to go live with Sirius that I had to be sedated, there is only one person who knows your life better than me and that's you." I could feel the tears pouring down my face, I had no idea how to stop them, and really I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Harry looked at me tears trickling down his face; he looked completely lost, "What do you want from me?" The others just sat silently staring at us almost as if the were afraid to say anything.

"I want to help you defeat Voldemort, I want you to have the wonderful life that I have seen for you, but more than any of that, I want to be your friend, I spent my childhood alone, after all who wants to be the friend of the crazy girl right? Wizard kids might have understood, or at least been lenient but the muggles weren't. I understand it really, I wouldn't want to be my friend either, I'll leave you alone, if I See anything that will help I'll let you know." I walked out the door leaving them staring after me, I'd never felt so alone or so exhausted, I'd told them things that I didn't even let myself think about if I could help it, great here I am fucking up the future already, all because I let myself get a little emotional.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up several hours later to a slight tapping on my door, figuring it was Mrs. Weasley coming to get me for lunch I checked my face to make sure it wasn't to obvious that I'd cried myself to sleep. I pulled open the door, and nearly fell over in shock, Ginny was standing at my door about to knock again and Hermione stood behind her carrying a tray full of junk food. They looked unsure of themselves, and we all stood watching each other for a few moments, before Hermione spoke up, "Can we come in, this thing is getting heavy?"

Unsure of my voice I stepped back to let them in. Hermione set the tray down on the floor and we all sat down around it. The silence continued as we all stared at the tray blankly, until Ginny blurted out a question, "Are you in love with Harry?"

I could hardly keep myself from laughing, in fact a snort escaped as I tried to hold in my laughter, "No, defiantly not. I love him, but I'm not in love with him, I guess that seems odd since I just met him today but, he's always been part of my life, for a long time, he was one of my only friends in a weird way, I don't really know how to explain that."

Hermione nodded, "I think we both understand, neither of us had many friends we were little, I had imaginary friends, and I think Ginny did too."

Ginny nodded, "Actually, Harry was one of my imaginary friends so we both understand. Can you tell us who the other person you had visions of is?"

"Not really, not now, you'll know one day."

"Come on, you can tell us."

"Nope, I can't, ask me something else."

"Please? At least tell us if its one of us."

"No, it wasn't, it was a boy, not Ron, and that's all you're getting out of me."

"Alright, is my idiot brother ever going to ask Hermione out?"

"Yep, he will, but it's going to take him awhile yet to get around to it."

"Alright, are we going to win this war?"

"That's kind of a tough one, I've seen three different outcomes, one where we win, one where we lose, and one where we win but lose a lot of good people. Not that we don't lose people in the first one, but the second is a lot worse. I'm going to do everything I can to send things down the right path but it might be difficult."

"Okay, I want to know what school was like for you, since you obviously know all about our school life."

"It was okay, the Headmistress arrived at my house on my eleventh birthday to me explain to my stepfather about the school, and decide to take me with her that day instead of waiting to the start of term, that would have been early July Thirty-First, Harry and I have the same Birthday. So I left Britain that day for Greece and I didn't return until I came here two weeks ago. I didn't really have friends at school either, its not really like Hogwarts, the Alpha seers are a tight knit group and they don't like to let Betas in. Lessons are mostly private, with school wide lecture seminars once a month. Basically, we cover all of the Hogwarts core classes, Defense, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, Herbology and Astronomy. On top of that we do tons of divination, dueling and advance combat magic, being a seer isn't exactly safe. It didn't help my relations with my peers that I stayed during the summers and did lessons then, so even though I took extra lessons I finished a full year early."

"Why the extra lessons?'

"Fulfill my purpose, I guess, and afterwards I'll need a career."

"Are you sad that you're going to lose your Sight, if everything works out?"

"Maybe a little, but it will be a small price to pay for the death of that evil bastard, besides if things work out the way I hope they will I'll gain a lot more than I lose."

We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, I told them about myself, and they answered the questions that I had about them. I can't recall ever having enjoyed an afternoon more than I did that one. Of course it couldn't last I needed to settle things with Harry, and that was made plenty obvious at dinner. Mostly dinner that night was a quiet affair, only Mrs. Weasley was speaking and she was once again just chattering about the wedding, no one was really listening to her, Ginny and I had heard it all seven or eight times already, and everyone else just didn't care, they all had bigger fish to fry. I'm sure Bill and Fleur would have cared but they weren't there. After dinner I helped Mrs. Weasley clean up the kitchen mostly because I'm a chicken, and then I ventured out into the garden to find Harry.

I found him sitting on the grass starring out into the pond; I walked up to him and sat down next to him, waiting for him to acknowledge me, it didn't seem right to interrupt his thoughts. When he finally spoke it was in a voice so soft I barely heard it, "You know today was the last day that I ever have to see the Dursleys and in a way I'm a little sad about that. How pathetic is that after all they put me through?"

"Six years ago I felt the same way, I left my childhood home for the last time, my stepfather was a bastard, he made the Dursleys look nice in a lot of ways but he was the only family that I knew, you know. I was so scared about what the future held, even when you can see it coming the future is scary, it made me want to stay with what I knew even if it was bad, at least I was used to dealing with it."

"Is all that true or are you just trying to make me feel better?" There was enough laughter in his voice to tell me that he was just kidding.

"It mostly true, it actually took me two or three days to get to that point but, I spent those first few days at my new home in the hospital wing."

"So what was you step dad like?"

"He wasn't too bad, to me at least, until my mother died, or rather until he killed her, no one ever found her body, they all thought she ran off, and he was an upstanding member of society taking in poor little girl who's mother deserted her, they never even looked for her. I saw him kill her, watched him beat her to death, I didn't even try to help her I was so scared, I hid under the table, with Chester my puppy, my mother had just given him to me of my birthday. My stepfather was used to having a wife to do everything that he demanded; he couldn't remarry so he expected me to take her place."

"What happen to him?"

"I got a letter, about two years ago telling me that he died, they sold the house to pay his debts."

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, but if your pathetic for missing the Dursleys, what does that make me?"

"A scared little kid who wanted someone to love them."

"I guess, its okay to be scared, you know? You've got the world resting on your shoulders. I know you plan to keep the others out of it but they have the right to choose."

"And if they die because I couldn't protect them?"

"It's not for you to protect them, Harry, your task is to destroy Voldemort, but do you really think that you can fight your way through his inner circle, and then defeat him. You should let the people that love you help you."

"Does that include you?"

"Yes."

"You know that I'm in love with Ginny, right?"

"Yep, you're not my type anyway. Anyway I owe you an apology; I dumped a lot on you earlier."

"Don't worry about it, you know at first I was really angry about it, that someone else knew almost everything about me, but in a way it like I was never alone, you know, sorta like I had a family that actually cared about me. Just promise me one thing, yeah?"

"Sorry can't promise 'til I know what I'm agreeing to."

"Don't tell anyone else what you know about me."

"I won't, cross my heart hope to die, I tried to limit what I said earlier to things that they already knew."

"Yeah, no problem."