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Here is chapter 11!

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Remy awoke early on the morning of the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, head throbbing from a vision as usual, stomach churning with nerves. She threw on an old sweatshirt and tracksuit pants in the dark, and as she was leaving, she caught a glimpse of a pair of bright yellow eyes, at the dormitory door.

"Hey, get out of my way, cat. Ron's right, you've got it in for Scabbers. Shoo!"

Crookshanks scurried away, hissing bitterly at her.

She grabbed her Cleansweep, her cheap but faithful and lucky broom, and headed down to breakfast. The rest of the team was there.

"Right, team, remember our tactics, and don't slack off. This is our chance, I know we can do it," said Wood, who wasn't eating anything.

"Don't stress, Wood, we'll be fine." said Remy.

"Sure, just promise to keep your temper."

"I will if you will," she offered.

"Deal," he said half-heartedly.

As the rest of the school began to come downstairs, they set off for the Quidditch pitch in the howling wind and rain, saying nothing. Remy just had to remember to dodge down if she wanted to prevent another player getting the quaffle from her. Hufflepuff were good at high flying. And she had to play rough. Not that she didn't usually… but especially today:

"Knock them of their broom if you have to, Remy. Just get the Quaffle. You're my best chaser. I trust you, no matter how reckless you are. I know you can do it. Score as many goals as you can." Wood had said desperately to her last training session. They changed into their scarlet robes and waited for the spectators to arrive, so the match could begin. Wood couldn't even open his mouth to speak. After ages, there it was. The babble of the excited crowd drifted into the change rooms from the stands beyond. They stood up, ready to go, and Remy felt like she would be sick.

You look ill, Harry thought to her.

I feel ill. Good luck. You're my hero, go out and get that snitch, she thought encouragingly.

For you, anything, he thought.

"Dammit, I'll never see the snitch in this weather…" muttered Harry anxiously.

Wood looked desperate.

"You're just going to have to… try and see. Diggory won't be able to see either…" he said lowly.

"That would be plan B. Come here, four eyes." Remy said, smirking as she pulled Harry to her by the shirt. She took his glasses and waved her wand at them, performed a non-verbal incantation, and placed them back on his face.

"They'll propel water." She said pointedly. Harry looked at her in amazement.

"Wow, thanks, Rem," he said in relief. Wood looked like he could have kissed her, which kind of creeped Remy out, so she was glad when they marched out on to the pitch. Cedric Diggory and Wood faced each other and shook hands in the centre. Diggory smiled, (it was true, he was a looker!) but Wood merely nodded. They shot into the air, soaking wet already.

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Harry P.O.V

Harry flew up as fast as a bullet on his nimbus, scanning the pitch for any sign of the golden snitch, and thanks to Remy, he could actually see… time dragged on, and all Harry could make out through the wet were scarlet and yellow blurs, flying beneath and beside him. No sign of the little golden ball. He heard Lee Jordan's commentary like a badly tuned radio:

"And Black scores a third, making it 30 nil to Gryffindor!!!" and then a roar from the scarlet coloured stand. Harry swept around the pitch gracefully on his broom, at the speed of a bullet, doing a round of the entire pitch. He was up very high, looking down on the stands- when he saw it.

A great, big, shaggy black dog, silhouetted against the sky in the topmost, deserted row of seats in the empty stand. Harry immediately did a double take and almost fell off his broom- quickly regaining balance afterwards. When he looked again, it was gone. Harry blinked. Was the grim going to haunt him until he actually died-?

And then he saw it, the snitch, hovering at Diggory's left knee. He immediately swooped and dived at Diggory, who was thrown off in shock, and chased after the snitch. It turned sharply upwards, and Harry followed, sensing Diggory gaining on him. They were far, far above the pitch now, in the soaking clouds. He was ahead of Diggory now, he could feel it. He held his hand out- but just then, a familiar wave of cold swept over him… someone had turned off the volume- he could hear nothing. It was eerie. Harry looked down, and received the greatest, chilling shock of his life. A hundred dementors were swarming the pitch, flying up into the sky towards him. Harry heard his mother's voice again…

No, not Harry, please not Harry! I'll do anything!

Stand aside, you silly girl-

Please! Have mercy! I'll do anything, anything at all, please just don't kill Harry!

I said stand aside!

Then, with an echoing scream and a high-pitched, cold, cruel laugh ringing in his ears, Harry fell from his broom and knew no more.

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Remy P.O.V

Everyone had stopped playing. Dementors swarmed the pitch, sending an eerie chill around the whole stadium. The rest of her team were hovering together above the ground, looking apprehensive and spooked. Remy flew alone, to the side, searching for Harry. And then, ripping through the sickening silence, she heard a woman's blood-curdling scream, accompanied by a horrible, high-frequency wailing in her head which made it ache like crazy. A small moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and grasped her head, closing her eyes. The scream was followed by a bout of high, cold laughter, which sent chills down Remy's spine, and more throbbing aches to her head.

She approached the door, white, long-fingered hands grasping her wand. She walked silently up the hallway, and heard heavy objects being thrown against the inside of the door-

"No-" gasped Remy, forcing herself back to reality, where she hung in the air, watching-

And then there was Harry, falling from the sky at incredible pace, like a lifeless dummy. Right then, the only thought running through her mind, was that Harry was going to die. She was sitting there, and Harry was falling from the sky, about to die.

"Harry!" she screamed, and the crowd echoed her panic. She flew to the spot she thought he would fall, as fast as she could go, but the moment Harry was inches form her, he abruptly stopped, and fell with a soft thud on the ground- at Dumbledore's fast thought Arresto momentum from the teacher's stand. Remy landed beside him, threw her broom aside, and leant down next to him, shaking him to try and wake him up.

"Harry, wake up!! Harry, are you ok? Talk to me, Harry!" she cried desperately. Dementors immediately swooped down on them, and in a moment of panic, as quick as lightning, Remy turned around, whipped out her wand, and-

"Expecto patronum!"

The silver dog charged them away, and they screeched angrily as its light drove them out onto the edge of the pitch. Dumbledore was suddenly on the pitch, taking over with his own Patronus. But Remy had eyes only for Harry. She didn't take her eyes off him even as he was being dragged away on a stretcher. She followed, running alongside the stretcher as fast as her legs would carry her.

She stayed beside him for another half hour in the hospital wing, careless of what might be going in at the match now. She didn't care about stupid Quidditch. Not when Harry was lying limp and lifeless on a hospital bed before him, looking more and more like he was- no, he couldn't be dead. Even though he had fallen from that height, she could see him breathing very slowly. The rest of the team, plus Ron, Hermione and Aria, arrived later, and crowded around.

"How is he, Remy?" asked Aria

She found she couldn't speak, fiddling with her locket as a stress outlet.

"I thought he was a goner," said Fred

"Same here." Said Ron shakily

"Did you see how high he fell from?" asked Aria in a whisper.

"Did you see how angry Dumbledore was? Absolutely furious. Are you alright, Remy? You look like you've just seen a ghost," said Hermione. Remy nodded silently, her hands shaking.

"Nice work scaring off those dementors, Black. That was amazing. I never knew you could produce a fully developed Patronus! Only really advanced wizards are supposed to be able to do that," said George impressively behind her.

"I guess I have a lot of spare time to practice," She said quietly.

Fred laughed. "You never know what to expect from that kid. A ruddy Patronus… What next?" he muttered proudly.

"When does madam Pomfrey think he'll wake up?" asked Remy.

"Probably about now," said Harry's voice. He had opened his eyes.

It was then that it hit Remy. Everything was suddenly bright and colourful, and the heaviness of her existence seemed to fade away. Like the first time she had tried champagne. No, better. She realised that she could never live without Harry. Ever. The thought of losing him, compared to the wonderful feeling of having him beside her, was almost unbearable. And that scared her.

"Harry!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him.

"Hi, Remy. Am I going to wake up to that every time I pass out?" he laughed, hugging her back.

"I'm afraid so. How are you feeling?"

"Brilliant. How did the match go?" Everyone looked around awkwardly at each other. Even Remy didn't have a clue what happened after Harry fainted.

"Well, er- after you fell off your broom," said Fred,

"Diggory sort of… caught the snitch." Said George.

"We- we didn't lose?" said Harry hopelessly.

"After Diggory saw what happened, he demanded a re-match… but even Wood agrees, Hufflepuff won fair and square…"

"No! We were 90 points ahead of them! That's not fair, I think there should be a rematch." Remy said furiously.

"Give it a rest, small fry." said Ron.

Harry put his head in his hands and tugged on his hair.

"Don't beat yourself up, Harry, You're still the best seeker anyone's ever had," said George.

"Damn right," agreed Remy.

"Where's wood?" asked Harry.

"He's still in the showers; we think he's trying to drown himself.".

"And by the way, Harry, your broom… well, it sort of… smashed into the whomping willow, and… well, you know, the whomping willow doesn't really like being hit and…" Ron trailed off, and handed Harry a bundle full of smashed twigs and wood that was his reliable, faithful, and now ruined Nimbus 2001.

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She approached the door, white, long-fingered hands grasping her wand. She walked silently up the hallway, and heard heavy objects being thrown against the inside of the door. How foolish. She raised her wand, hardly able to contain her excitement. It was a cruel and spiteful, yet satisfying excitement. And in one quick movement, she blasted the door away, sending chairs, tables, cabinets, and more furniture flying with undying velocity into the room, creating a cloud of dust and rubble. Through the smoke she saw her- a red-headed woman, shielding a cot –the cot- a look of pure terror etched upon her pretty features. A surge of power and malice swept over her.

"Please… not Harry… please!" she shrieked as Remy approached.

"Stand aside you silly girl," the strange words escaped from Remy's lips in a high, cruel voice-

"NO!!" Remy screamed, sitting up. "No- what- huh?" she mumbled incoherently, finding herself facing the bright light of a fireplace, sitting in a cosy armchair. She must have dozed off: her divination homework sat unfinished in her lap. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Aria and Neville, all gathered around the fire with her, were staring at her in alarm.

"Are you alright, Remy?" asked Hermione anxiously, leaning towards her, hand outstretched in offering as if Remy might drop dead.

"I'm fine, I just- had a bad dream, that's all… and I'm not feeling too well. I'm fine, really," she rambled, as Harry stared at her in intense concern. She felt a gut-wrenching pang as she laid eyes on him, and her head throbbed even more. Harry's name… Her vision… That woman…

"I need to go to the bathroom," she said suddenly, standing up and running up the stairs, letting the tears fall down her face. She had just seen the last moments of Lily Potter's life. And she knew it. She felt so, so sick, like she had intruded on a private family business, something she was forbidden to see… she knew then that she was bad. Evil. Wrong. Remy herself was an iniquity, and she didn't deserve the friends she had. What sort of monster who saw their loved one's loved ones being murdered deserved loved ones at all? She was a horrible person, she thought, as she splashed water onto her face in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She had to tell Harry the truth. She shouldn't keep secrets. No matter how wrong her visions were, there would be nothing more wrong than to lie to her best friend. At least she had some righteousness left in her.

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Harry, I want to tell you something important, Remy thought determinedly as they sat outside under the invisibility cloak one night against one of the castle turrets.

Anything, he thought back.

You'll hate me. But if I don't tell you, you'll hate me even more, because it's important.

I would never hate you. Not even if you hated me. Never. He thought fiercely, turning his head to look at her.

In that moment, those words moved her. They encouraged her. And she couldn't stop the words coming out. er- thoughts, rather.

I see things in my sleep. Bad things. And I can't help them. When I fall asleep its like they take over me, and I'm looking at things from someone else's point of view. And it's always the same person. It's like I'm behind their eyes. And this person murders people, and- and I see it. But I don't know what they mean. I always see one of my mother being murdered. And...These people tell me things that make no sense… sometimes I just see random killings of people I don't even know. It's scary. Remy decided it would be horrible of her to describe his mother's death. she wouldn't put him through that.

Harry was silent for a while. "Are you a Seer?" he asked aloud.

"I don't think so. I mean, it's not like I can predict the…" she trailed off, eyes widening.

"You can see the future. But- you don't know what they mean at all?" he asked suspiciously.

Remy shook her head. "I feel like a murderer. Just watching all those people being killed. What if it means I'm evil? Or bad? Because I'm seeing things through the eyes of a killer. You must think I'm some sort of freak," she sighed.

"You're not a freak. I don't care if you see people being murdered. Nothing can change the way I see you. You're amazing. And I love about you no matter what weird things you see," he said to her firmly.

"Thanks, but I don't see why you bother," she laughed, "It could be the future and- and maybe I'm killing all those people? It's like there's something bad inside me," she said, putting her head in her hands. "You should waste your time on someone else… Not be bothered by me and my stupid visions." She knew she was right. How could he want her, love her, after what she had seen? How could you love a person like that?

"I love wasting my time on you. Because I'm not wasting my time at all. You're like my soul-mate, you know. What else could explain the fact that we can read each other's minds?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you rather someone… better? You know, someone beautiful, outgoing, normal, girl-like…" she mumbled.

"You are beautiful, though. You always have been," he said, looking into her eyes. She blushed.

"You know what I mean. Someone a little less weird."

"Maybe I like weird," he said, looking up at the stars and putting his hands behind his head.

"That explains your choice in friends," she said, doing the same. He laughed.

-There was a rustle in the bushes.

(A/N- Russel, get out of the bush!)

Abruptly, Remy jumped to her feet, for out of the darkness – and Harry saw it too- a pair of grey, gleaming eyes shone through the trees opposite them, staring fixedly. Remy almost had a heart attack.

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