DISCLAIMER: My name may begin with a J, but there is no K or Rowling in it.
….he moved to go up out of the tunnel, intending to pull himself up, when he suddenly screamed and fell back on to the ground. Worried she bent down next to him, shinning her light to the right of his face, so as not to blind him.
"What happened?" she asked as he blinked, sitting up. He hadn't had a physical reaction to a vision since the school was going to start a dueling club.
His answer was nearly a whisper as he looked directly into her eyes, confusion and pain the main painting, dribbled with anger….
"Nothing? What do you mean nothing?" Sirius asked him worriedly.
"Ashley was with us though, she couldn't have been with you, it's not possible, right Ashley?" James said, anxiously.
"It had to be more than nothing if you reacted that way, I mean really, Josi said you haven't reacted physically since someone was going to get hurt really badly, it can't be just nothing!" Sirius was ranting to himself at this point while everyone continued to press Brett for questions on the imposter.
"I DON'T KNOW!!" he finally shouted at them, "I don't know who the imposter was, I don't know why that happened, I just don't!" everyone besides Josi backed away slightly, as she reached her other hand out to him, squeezing Sirius' gently to calm him.
As her hand touched his, he grabbed his head and fell to the floor screaming. She let go of Sirius and was at his side, her hands hovering, unsure of how he would react to them. Slowly, he gained control of the pain, his screams slowly fading away. He heard her whisper his name questioningly. Shaking his head, he moved away from them, barely able to stand as he tried to get to the couch.
"I… it's… there's… just…."
"What Brett, what is it?" Peter asked, concerned.
"Nothing, just nothing."
"Oh, don't lie to me, Brett DeGeorge, you said it was nothing before, but now that we've seen, don't you dare tell us it was nothing!" Lily said anger twisting its-self into her words.
"I am not lying; I see nothing, there isn't anything."
"Then why is it hurting you so badly?" Ashley asked frightened.
"Someone is dead, and there's pain, and screaming, and death, and torture, and every other horrible thing that a person can feel everywhere. That's what I can feel, I just can't see anything. Best I can guess is it must be a battle, or war, but I don't know the origin, or where it is. There isn't anything," he explained.
"Well, you could have been a little more specific," claimed a hysterical Sirius.
"Calm down Padfoot, now is not the time to go mental, well, even more mental."
"James is right, Brett, do you think you could…" Josi trailed off, hating herself for suggesting it.
"I think I can try but I'm not sure how well it'll work, and I don't think everyone should be here for It." she nodded, hoping they would understand, praying that he would let her stay with him.
"What are you two talking about?" Peter asked the question running through everyone's mind, "Why shouldn't we be there for it?"
"Brett's gonna go back into the vision, see if he can get anything else out of it, but no one should be there because, his reaction might be…. Well it might be even worse. I mean, one of us should be there in case he doesn't remember what he sees, cuz he'll say stuff out loud but he might not know what he says." Everyone took a deep breath when Brett said, "No, no one is going to be there Josi, last time I hurt you really bad, I'm not gonna even chance that for you again. I'll get a quick quotes quill so it can write down what I say, but no way in HELL is anyone gonna be in there with me." Slowly he raised himself from the couch and started walking away from his friends towards his room. They heard him cast a silencing spell, after he cast a locking spell that Alohamora couldn't open.
Josi went to sit on the couch, hating herself even more for suggesting it. The rest followed, Sirius sitting next to her before pulling her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her in the process. Silence crammed the room from top to bottom. Expecting the worst, no hope existed in the room.
Brett crawled into his bed, the lights off, a piece of parchment lying on his dresser, the quill ready to begin its duty. He brought the vision into focus, centering on the pain and screams, trying to go backwards, or forwards, in time. He screamed, as he fell into it completely.
It was all black, for only a moment. The pain seemed to be lessoning as he opened his eyes. Everything was going backwards, rewinding. When it started over, he watched as Voldemort, he knew from the wave of terror passing through those that surrounded him, stepped towards Dumbledore.
"The third of November, as I promised Dumbledore, I want to see the boy. Tell me where is he?"
"What boy?" his inquiry confused whomever it was that Brett was sharing eyes with.
"The special one I have heard so much about from my spies. He sees what will happen, and yet, he is Muggle-born. He has skill matched by only mine and yours; one has yet to beat him in a duel. Tell me who is he, Dumbledore."
"Ah, Tom, I know whom you speak of. But I will not deal him such a blow, he may step forward only if he so wishes." The person he was stepped forward, locking his eyes with Voldemort's. He felt not scared, more of determined, knowing what would happen. Voldemort walked over to him.
"You! You could not possibly be him. He is not weak, he seeps strength, and power encompasses him from what they tell me. He stands tall. You do not." The person brought himself to full height, shoulders back and stared the bastard straight in the face.
"You should really not pretend to know a person by seeing them, hearing the account of another. Your spies doubtless no not of who I am, they know not of what I am. They know only what they see, what they pretend not to fear. Their blindness comes from how you frighten them, how you control them. They know nothing. If you want to know the truth, find it yourself."
Voldemort stared, surprised that one as young as he would dare talk to him that way. The boy was right though, at full height, though many inches shorter, this boy screamed power, leaked strength, and gave an air of knowing.
"Well, then we will see what you possess." They all heard a resounding crack as Voldemort disappeared. A moment after, the Death Eaters attacked. It became blurry and Brett couldn't see what was going on, until Voldemort came back. They dueled fro what seemed like hours until Brett was finally hit with a curse and he fell. A name was shouted by a voice he recognized. Then the familiar black enclosed him as he realized who the special person was.
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Josi was pacing in front of his door, Sirius no longer able to console her. She was mumbling to herself, saying things like "why isn't he out yet, did something go wrong, how bad was it, did he even say anything?" questions no one could answer, they all sat watching, the girls, Ashley and Lily, kept glancing at Colin, Bryan, David, Alex, Sirius, Peter, Remus and James. None of them spoke a word. Lily was yearning for her boyfriend's comforting touch, the way that David was holding Ashley, Alex and Bryan wanting their own girlfriends there, to distract them from their own distress, Colin was wanting to hold Ashley in his arms, to comfort her as David was, not sit there and watch his hands console her shaking form. James wanted to reach out and tell Lily that it would be fine, he would be done soon, but he couldn't do it.
Sirius sat and watched his girlfriend pace in front of the door, anxiously waiting for her best friend, her best friend that was in love with her. He had seen it, bits and pieces that never really fit together for just a friend. He hadn't realized until Brett had told her that he couldn't allow her near him, he couldn't have her near even the threat of danger.
They all heard the whisper of a spell being removed and they froze as he opened the door slowly. Josi's head snapped up, her heart pounding fast as she looked him over for any external damage.
"I'm fine. But I did find out the day." He wasn't going to worry them by saying he was the man that died, or any of the other details, "We need to go tell Dumbledore."
Everyone nodded before they saw Josi sigh deeply. All heads turned in her direction, wondering.
"Who were you?" she asked, covering her cowardliness with curiosity. He shrugged his shoulders sadly, "I don't know," he reached his hand into a pocket and withdrew his hand from his pocket, "It didn't write anything, so I guess I didn't say anything. I could have been anyone, there were so many dead people, the ground was covered with so many people, I couldn't tell who was dead and who was just unconscious or wounded. But we need to tell Dumbledore." As if to make them see it, he headed towards the door.
"Ok, we're coming," James said. They all noticed that Josi and Sirius stayed behind, but didn't bother asking if they were coming, already knowing the answer.
"Ah, Mr. DeGeorge, Mr. Potter, Mr. Kunau, Mr. Quinata, Mr. Lupton, Miss Evans, and Miss Potter. What can I do for you?"
"November 3rd. Voldemort is going to attack."
"How do you know that, Mr. DeGeorge? I haven't even told the staff."
"Wait, you already knew?" James asked, confused, and a little scared.
"Why, of course. He sent me the message just a few moments ago."
Sirius walked towards her as she leaned against the wall. She wasn't going to sink to the floor; she wouldn't allow herself to be weak in his presence. He reached out his hand, asking her to take it, unsure if she would or not. Sighing, she stepped forward into his arms, her own encircling him.
She was breathing deeply, as if to calm herself. He didn't know what to do, what to say. She was different from most girls, did she like being comforted the same ways that the others did? He didn't know, so he just held her, saying nothing, gently rubbing her back with his hands.
Slowly she pulled away, telling him, "He knows, I know he knows. I just… I need to know who it is; we have less than a week, Sirius. I need to prepare myself if I can. I … I need to think." She kissed him softly on the lips be turning to walk into Brett's room.
Silently he wondered why she always went to his room, not her own. But only for a moment as her words fully sank in: one of them was going to die, and Brett wasn't going to tell them who.
Author's Note: Sorry it's so short but I thought that it was the best way to end it, adding to it would just, make it bad.
And I won't be updating for a few more days atleast cuz I haven't quite worked out the rest of chapter 9
