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Chapter nine

Andromeda's POV

Things are getting worse. I'm writing about deaths and destruction almost daily. I'm starting to get sick from all the horror that I see. I want it to end but I can't see that happening. I'm really thinking about changing careers

The old families are literally becoming extinct. I'm worried about my family because other than my dad, James and Adrian are the last blood Potters. Regulus is the last male Black but I think that family is too Dark to survive. The Longbottoms are nearly extinct as well.

The Muggles don't have a clue as to what is going on. Not even the ones that have wizards and witches for children know enough to protect themselves. Not that wizards can protect themselves from that megalomaniac. So far, no one has survived an attack unless Voldemort or one of his followers allows them to live. That doesn't happen that often.

I'm glad that the boys are at school. That's the only place that they are safe. Voldemort isn't dumb enough to attack Dumbledore's domain. No one is dumb enough to attack the wizard who overcame Grindelwald. The man may be over 130-years-old but he's still powerful. He is the only one who can protect the children.

Adrian's POV

The visions are getting worse. I don't even sleep that much anymore because of what I see. If they don't stop, I'll have to get help. But I'm so scared. What if no one believes me? I don't think I can handle the dreams for much longer. I wish that this would just end.

James knows that something is wrong. It's only a matter of time before he figures everything out. I don't want him to worry about me. It wouldn't be fair for him to worry about something that he can't control. But he's fiercely loyal to me. He would make a good Hufflepuff. I hope he never finds out I think that.

Siri knows something too. But he is so hard to figure out. That might be a good though. If I don't know what's going on behind that thick skull of his, no one can. No one knows Sirius better than me. Jay doesn't even know him as well as I do. He worries about me too much as well.

I really have to stop worrying. If I don't I'll become paranoid. And then one day everyone will call me Moody junior. That's something I want to avoid.

James' POV

My new roommates are driving me insane. I've been trying to make friends with them but one runs when ever anyone comes anywhere near him and the other kid only talks to Adrian. I am sorely tempted to get an potion to make my eyes green.

Homework has been too easy so far. I found out that I'm best at transfiguration. Actually, all three of us are good at transfiguration. It's as if we're naturals at it. It will easily be our favorite class for the next seven years.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is a joke. The teacher doesn't tell us how to use spells he just expects us to know what spells to use. The Muggle-borns are the worst time in the class. They don't know any spells. My brothers and I wouldn't know spells either if Dad didn't teach us simple defense spells when we got our wands.

Potions class isn't that bad. The teacher is ok for a Slytherin. Remus is the only one who isn't doing well in the class. But Slughorn is very patient with him. He's really good at the theory portion of the class though.

The other classes are going okay.

Sirius' POV

Adrian has been sick lately. Since so much has been going on, no one has noticed. I want to help him but he won't let me. He always changes the subject when I ask him if he's alright.

If things don't get better, I'm going to tell someone. I hope that it won't be too late when I do tell. I also hope Adie won't hate me for telling someone that something is wrong with him.

"Andi! Andi, no. RUN!" Adrian wouldn't stop screaming. "Andi, please."

Sirius was the first one out of his bed. He jumped into Adrian's bed and tried to wake him. The problem was Adrian refused to wake. He only kept screaming for his sister.

Neither brother was willing to leave Adrian.

"Remus, get Professor McGonagall. Peter, get the nurse. We might need her." The boys quickly ran out of the room and did as they were told. "James, we need to get him to wake up. I just don't know how." Sirius was nearly pulling his hair out with frustration.

"I know that, Siri." James looked like he was about panic.

The two held Adrian as he thrashed around his bed. They were afraid that he would hurt himself. But in the process, Sirius gained a black eye and James was covered in scratches. They were both glad that they sent Peter to get the nurse.

It wasn't that long before McGonagall showed up with Remus at her heals. She was confused as to why one of her Lions woke her in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. It was usually up to the Prefects to comfort the younger students.

She was shocked to see the state that the two conscious Potter brothers were in. They both gave her a desperate look. But when she saw Adrian, she knew that she couldn't help him. She never felt so helpless as she did that moment while watching the poor boy suffer. She saw that he was sweating and grabbed a washcloth to wipe his forehead.

"Can you do something for him?" asked James.

"No. I'm not a Mediwitch. I wouldn't know where to begin." She was glad when Peter arrived with the nurse. She was even happier when Dumbledore entered soon after them.

He told the nurse to step away from the ailing boy and had her treat the other two before he turned his attention to Adrian who was still calling for his sister. He forced his eyes open and saw that they were glassy. He did the only thing he could think of.

"Legilimens!" he spoke softly so that no one could hear him.

He didn't see that much because a second later he was thrown across the room with a force that was almost strong enough to knock him out. McGonagall was immediately at his side; helping him up. They didn't see Adrian stir.

"What happened?" McGonagall whispered.

"I tried to enter his mind," he whispered back. He looked back at Adrian. "I have a theory but I have to do some research first. Right now, Adrian is awake.

"My boy, what did you see?" Dumbledore put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Andi, Ted, and Mrs. Tonks were being attacked. They couldn't get away. Voldemort tried to kill Andi and Ted but they dodged all the curses but... Mrs. Tonks, I think she's dead. She got hit by a green light and wouldn't get up. Andi and Ted fought him but they are hurt really bad. They need help."

"Poppy, please give Adrian a sleeping potion. In fact, I don't think any of them will be getting much sleep," then he saw Peter was already asleep, "aside from Mr. Pettigrew. You all are excused from your first class tomorrow."

The next afternoon Adrian was sent up the headmaster's office. He was surprised to see that his Mum and Dad were there. He thought parents didn't come to school unless there was an emergency. After they said that Andi and Ted were fine, he relaxed. Tala Tonks was dead but he had a feeling that she was.

Dumbledore offered him a sherbet lemon that he refused like his father told him before he left for school.

"Dorea and Charlus, what do you know about Occlumency?" asked Dumbledore.

Charlus answered for them. "It's a way to defend your mind from outside forces. What does that have to with Adie?" He looked concerned.

"I believe that Adrian is receiving images from Voldemort unintentionally. I want to teach Adrian how to block the images."

"What? How? Why?" asked the confused boy.

"It would be best to try to stop the images before they get too bad. If I teach you Occlumency, the images will stop. It's very hard but you need to learn how to do this. The repercussions could be severe. Voldemort might learn that you can enter his mind and take advantage of the link. He might even send you a false image to try to trick you. But for now Voldemort doesn't know about the link and it would be best is he never does. I'll see you tomorrow night for your first lesson. Here's a pass to your next class in case you are late. Dorea, Charlus, I need to talk to you for a moment longer." Adrian left without a word.

"There's something that I haven't told you about Harry. As you know, I too received a letter that day from my future self. What I haven't told you is the night that his parents died he also was hit by the killing curse."

"We know this, Albus," interrupted Dorea. "We didn't know that it was the killing curse but that shouldn't matter. He did survive."

"Please, let me finish. My older self thinks that Voldemort was creating Horcruxes, or rather tearing his soul literally to pieces. That's why he wasn't safe in his time. Because of these pieces, Voldemort was never truly gone. I also thought that Harry could possible be a Horcrux. I have been looking for ways to remove the Horcrux without harming or even killing Harry."

"How many do you think there are?" Dorea said crying. Charlus tried to comfort her.

"I'm not sure. My older self is aware of at least three. But I have no idea where they could be. I promise that no matter what, the child will not be involved with this war for a very long time."

Little did he know; he was wrong.