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Chapter Two:

Professor Dumbledore Is Told...

Rose's POV:

I have never wanted to not be where I am now than at the moment. I don't think Hilary could tell that I was uncomfortable. If she did, though, I couldn't tell. She's the best at keeping her feelings to her self. It was kind of bad that way. She would get into trouble for that sometimes, so that was a bad thing for her. I had always thought that if she let her feelings show that she would stop having outbursts of a certain feeling. Take her anger for instance. She can be happy about something, and then, she turns angry about nothing in particular. (Sorry about all this stuff about Hilary. We will go back to the story now. Thanks, A.P.)

Well, now I wish she would see that I feel uncomfortable. I haven't really liked Ron all that much, that's why I don't want to go sit with him. Oh well. I think I will live. But I still think that Ron wants to be alone with Hilary.

"Hilary, how about this; you sit with Ron, and I sit with Hermione. You know that I feel uncomfortable. Right?" I asked her something that was on my mind, but I had also lied. I wanted to go to Professor Dumbledore, instead. It kind of just slipped, though. "I'm sorry that I might have sounded rude but the truth is this; I feel like I don't need to be with you and Ron right now, ok?" I tried to apologize. It seemed to change her mind on me sitting with Hermione instead of Ron.

"Ok. I guess I should listen to you. You saw Ron and me together. Thanks and you can go sit with Hermione if you want. Thanks!" She hugged me.

"Go! I don't think Ron wants to wait much longer." So, she went to where Ron was sitting and sat down.

I have to go to Dumbledore. I thought. He might understand how and why I have these visions. I went to the teachers table and found Professor Dumbledore talking with Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" I asked feeling awkward.

"Yes, Miss. Bloom?" He responded. "Can we talk, sir?" I asked. "Somewhere where just you and I can talk?"

"Why do you want to do this?" he answered with a question.

"Because I need to talk to you. I will tell you why when we get somewhere other than here, ok?" I was telling the truth. I really need to talk to him. He's probably the only person that will understand what's happening to me in this big school.

As we walked toward Professor Dumbledore's office, Peeves, the schools evilest ghost came into my eyes. "Professor, WATCH OUT!" I yelled. After I said that Peeves came out from behind a corner and through a dung bomb at Professor Dumbledore. Luckily, he dogged it just in time. It was very close to hitting him. He is very fast, considering he is really old.

"That was very close, sir." I told him. "How are you so fast?"

"My reflexes are very fast. They seem to get slower as I get older, though." replied Professor Dumbledore.

"It doesn't look like it." I said to him. "But, can we continue now?"

"Yes" he said looking a little puzzled about what we were going to talk about. "We can go."

And that we did. We were going to the seventh floor. Then it hit me on where we were going: The Room of Requirement. I wondered what it will look like. Fred and George Weasley said that when they hid from Filtch, the janitor person, that it was a broom cupboard. And for D.A. meetings, it had been a room to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

When we reached the seventh floor, we came to where the Room of Requirement was. We walked past it 3 times while I was thinking about a room in which to talk in. After the third time, a door appeared. I opened it to find a very nice sitting room. On the far left was a television and to the right there were a couple of chairs and a couch. On the sides of the room there were tables with chips and cookies on them, and other junk food.

"So what is it you want to talk about?" Professor Dumbledore asked me when we were both sitting on the couch.

"I want to tell you something that has been happening to me, lately." I told him. "It seems as though I can See. Some of the Gryffindor girls and I have begun a monthly thing where somebody is told who they will be going out with. And I have been the one telling who's going to go out with whom, lately."

"So, are you saying that you are a sort of Seer?" asked Dumbledore.

"I think so." I replied.

So, how did you like my chapter? I sort of left you on a little cliff. I'm so evil! Well, PLEASE REVIEW! Only nice ones thank you!

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