It was the day before we were to go back to Hogwarts. Harry kept thinking Malfoy was a Death Eater. Hermione kept telling him it was impossible. I agreed with Hermione until a recent vision came about. I clearly saw the Dark Mark on Malfoys arm. Then I agreed with Harry.
"It's impossible. Hayley you've always told us that your visions could be wrong-" began Hermione.
"Yes, but haven't you notice how every time I have a vision it comes true. Think about 'Mione."
We had finished packing that night which made it a lot easier the next morning to get out and to the train. Once I got through the barrier I saw that a promise was kept.
"Hello. Told you I would be here."
"Hello George. I didn't doubt that."
"You lot better get on the train quick. You only have a few minutes till it leaves." came the voice of Mrs. Weasley when she came through the barrier. George took my trunk and put it on the train.
"I'll see during Christmas. Too much danger if Death Eaters found out where I really live. I don't want to put my mom in danger."
"You worry too much." He told me.
"I better get on the train. I only have a minute." I kissed him good-bye and found a compartment. I found Harry, Luna and Neville sitting in one and took a seat. Clara joined us in the next 5 minutes.
A bunch of fourth year girls passed giggling madly.
A girl named Romilda Vane entered the compartment and asked "Harry why don't you come and sit with us? You don't have to sit with them."
"I heard that. And we happen to be his friends. So bugger off!"
Romilda looked at Harry as if to say really?
"They are my friends." he told her. She walked out of the compartment. Ron and Hermione joined us a little while later. A little while later a third year girl came in looking for Harry and Neville who left for Slughorn's compartment.
While they were I lost all sound and was in a vision once more.
Harry was lying still inside of an empty compartment. Malfoy stood above him. Malfoy had kicked Harry in the face and blood was streaming out of Harry's nose.
"Hayley what's wrong?" Luna asked her head just above the magazine she was holding.
"Nothing. Just a vision. Don't worry about it."
When Neville entered the compartment I began to get worried.
"Neville, where's Harry?" I whispered to Neville.
"I don't know. When we left Slughorn's compartment he disappeared."
I quickly left the compartment and got changed into my robes. I came back and Harry still wasn't there. He probably just went to another compartment to tell the Ministry story, I thought.
The rest of the train wasn't that long. When we got off there was still no sign of Harry.
About half way through the feast Harry came in supporting a bloody nose.
"I knew I should have went looking for you when you didn't come back after going to Slughorn's compartment." I told him as Hermione cleared all the dry blood off of him.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Is this what you saw in your vision?" Hermione asked me.
"Yes. Well Harry being petrified and kicked in the face by ferret boy." I still remembered what "Mad-Eye" did to Malfoy in fourth year. I still laughed about it.
Once the feast ended Dumbledore began to make his usual speech.
"What's wrong with his hand?" I asked Harry.
"No idea. He wouldn't tell me. It was like that over the summer as well."
The second I heard about the ban on Fred and George's joke shop items I almost screamed. To late, I thought, I have items from there in my trunk. They can't stop me from using it. While I was thinking we were told that Snape would be taking the job of DADA.
"WHAT?" I yelled. Several heads turned in my direction. I quickly put my head down and looked at my plate. I was never one for being center of attetntion.
Dumbledore finished his speech by talking about Voldemort. I noticed Harry and Ron stayed behind while the Great Hall emptied. I stayed with them.
"What really happened to your nose?" Ron asked.
Harry told him exactly what I had seen.
"You know sometimes I wish my visions didn't come true."
"Why?" they asked together.
"'Cause I don't think I could handle seeing something as bad as someone dying and know that it would be real." I began to choke up at the thought. I remembered seeing Cedric dying in one of my visions two years ago.
Hagrid had come over saying that he was talking to Grawp and how he found him a new home in a cave. He left saying he would see us in his class. However he would find to his disappointment that we aren't going to be there the next morning.
As we were walking towards Gryffindor Tower I finally said what I had wanted to say when we were in the Great Hall. "I'm afraid of death. When we faced that boggart in third year I was scared for when my turn would come. I knew what I would see."
"What?" Ron asked.
"Either a friend or a good family member dying. Or worse death itself."
"What do you mean 'death itself'?" Harry asked.
"I'm talking about the hooded figure that is death. It frightens me. I'm always scared that I'm going to see one of you two, or Hermione or Ginny or Clara or any of the other Weasley's. And have no idea how to stop it." I had tears welling up in my eyes. I held them back. I had to be strong, I was strong in almost every aspect but when it came down to emotions I was weak.
"Calm down. We are all strong if any of us die it would have taken a great amount of power to get rid of one of us." Ron told me.
Once inside the common room I went upstairs to my dorm. I couldn't take the fact that I had told my friends my greatest fear. It truly is a fear that can be used against me. I knew I was strong and that my friends were, but my friends won't die before me. I would rather take their place and die for them, allowing them to live their life and I could rest in peace knowing they were okay well and happy.
But I never did think about what would happen to one person if I actually did die.
A/N: A little bit of a depressing sort of chapter. Well I think so. Probably didn't think about her greatest fear huh? Well what's next?