"So, what's it like? I never asked. What do you see?" Two moons in a row she'd been there in time for afternoon tea. He didn't try to fight her on it the third time. She reminded him too much of someone who never backed down once he'd set his mind to it.

"It depends. When I'm navigating the hallways I see entirely different than when I'm getting a vision." She set the tray next to his bed and sat down.

"When you're walking around, then." He took his cup and nodded his gratitude.

"That's a bit complicated. When I tap the cane on the ground it sends out vibrations and sound waves that bounce off objects. My wand is an extension of myself, as it should be. The cane was made, by Olivander, to be an extension of my wand. The crystal handle of my wand magnifies the translation of the vibrations and sound waves sending them into me and giving me a sort of picture in my mind." She took a sip of her tea and when the cup left her lips they were curled into an impish smile. "Or so I'm told, anyway. It looks an awful lot like the negative to a picture, actually. Took a bit of getting use to."

"And your visions?" an avid learner, Remus sat on edge waiting for her reply.

"It depends. Visions that come from me alone, meaning no contact with the person the vision is about, are usually like scrambled movies. When I'm in contact with the subject, usually it depends on how the person remembers things. Everyone is different."

"Well, in the very least, Miss Burke, you are a very interesting young woman." Her had flew from her tea cup and connected with his shoulder. He cringed.

"Teach you. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Addie?" She laughed and pouted at him as he moaned in feigned pain. "And, I'm not a subject so stop studying me. Rem, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you find me too interesting."

"You really know how to make a situation uncomfortable." He smiled at her, despite the fact she couldn't see it. "What do you see when you touch me."

"It depends," she her smile faded. "Occasionally I see unpleasant things. It seems you either have an abundance of unpleasant things or you prefer to remember them." She placed her hand gently on his thigh when she felt the mood of the room change. "I'm sorry, would you like me to continue or shall I stop."

"No, please, I'd like to know." His voice was weak.

"Lately, with the break-ins on the school, I've seen a lot of Sirius Black. Not just while I'm with you, either. I've had visions in areas of the school that I assume he's been when he's here. He leaves a strong impression."

"He would." Remus said, matter-of-factly. "He's always had a strong presence. That's how he made everyone love him." His voice was laced with anger, fear and a very raw pain.

"His mind is clouded by madness. I'm not so sure that it is what you think it is, Remus. I've seen nothing of the intentions you think he has. I think…"

"Nonsense, Adelina. You must not pay any attention to such things. He's a very clever man. I'm sure that he's planting those things. That man is dangerous. No matter your visions, you must be very weary of him. If you find him, run. Don't stay to find out if you're right. You have to promise." The force in his voice was sudden and uncharacteristic of her soft spoken professor. She was so startled by it all she could do was nod in agreement. As soon as she did, the tension in the room began to dissipate.

She moved her hand from his thigh to take his hand. As soon as she did a picture of young Remus flowed like liquid into her mind. His face was full of pain as he was being told the fate of his friends and that the culprit was the person he most loved. She pulled away as a pain filled her chest and threatened to cause a torrent of tears.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. Please forgive my outburst. You're just…"

"So much like him." She paused to read his reaction. He sighed.

"You're going to try and talk to him. He would. You need to promise you won't do it. Please. Don't do it. He's dangerous."

"I promise. I will run if I happen upon him, strait to you."

"Thank-you."

*****

Lie. Well, not quite a lie but definitely not wholly what he'd meant. He had wanted her to stay away from Sirius in all forms. She had only promised to run if she encountered him by accident. That night as she lay in her bed, she could feel him in the castle and couldn't stop herself from leaving the dungeon dormitories in nothing but her nightgown and a thick robe. The cold stone felt wonderful on her bare feet as she slowly made her way through the halls, carefully avoiding any who may have been on patrol.

He was trying to conceal himself. For some reason she couldn't latch on to his mind. After about twenty minutes of meandering through the halls she had given up on pinpointing him. Then, as she made her way around a corner she stopped. He was there, unaware of her presence. She couldn't tap her cane or he'd know where she was. Without doing so, she couldn't know exactly where he was. She put her hand on the wall and turned the corner silently. A warm body bumped her and his panic filled the immeadiate area as he spun around on her.

"Don't move, girl, or I'll kill you." He said in a rather unconvincing way.

"You're not a killer, Sirius, and even if you were, you can't do much to an armed girl. I must say, I'm well versed in my fair share of curses." She drew her wand from its sheath, carefully and trained it on the direction that his voice had come from. At only a moments notice her hand was suddenly wand free.

"And now I have a wand and you don't. Go to your dorm girl. This is none of your business."