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Chapter 51; hairs stand up

Amy made her way to snapes office that evening before beginning her rounds. Draco was busy tormenting some first years so it was easy to slip away. The corridors were quiet. It was coming up to curfew so there was barely anyone out of their common rooms. She knocked on his office door and he told her to come in. Severus' face looked pale. She knew better than to tell him that but instead sat in the chair in front of his desk. "My visions have returned, sir." She cut to the chase. There was no small talk required with her favourite teacher, she knew.

"That is most definitely good news, Miss Evans." As usual, his face betrayed no strong emotion. "I see you and young mister Malfoy are…seeing one another" he continued. "I hope that won't interfere with your mission?" Amy shook her head. "I won't let it sir. Harry is my first priority as always." Her heart dropped a little. Would it be a problem? When it came down to it would she be able to sell his family out? Draco wasn't evil. She wasn't a fool. She knew that he was a bully. But he would never be able to do any real harm. He wasn't a killer, like her. Like she was going to become. But she meant what she said. Harry's life was in the balance and Amy was not going to put him in any unnecessary danger, or drop the ball when it came to saving him. Not after she had let him down so badly before the summer.

Snape nodded. "I believe you. You may go if that is all" amy got out of her seat. "Thank you sir." She said before leaving, and they both knew that she didn't just mean for the meeting they had just had, but for everything. Amy left and headed towards the entrance hall, where the head boy and girl were going to assign them corridors to patrol. She felt on edge as she walked the dark dungeon corridors that led up to the first floor and the entrance hall. She felt as though she were being followed. So when a dark shape loomed over her suddenly she instantly went for her wand she was not going to be caught off guard anytime soon.

"Amy it's just me" Draco said placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Damn. "Sorry I, you startled me" she sighed, relaxing. He chuckled "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Kissing the top of her head he waited for her to fix her prefects badge onto the front of her robes before taking her hand and walking with her the rest of the way.

Blaise

Fuck. He had been about to make his move. He had been following the pretty little red head since she had left the common room. Why had she gone to snapes office? When she emerged he stayed a couple of paces behind, hiding around corners. The dungeons were a perfect place to "run into her" at night. Then, just as he was about to pounce Malfoy got in the way. Bastard.

Umbridge was refusing to teach her students any defensive spells. Amy wasn't that surprised. The woman had made her beliefs (essentially Fudges beliefs, the woman was clearly infatuated) perfectly clear at dinner over the summer. Hogwarts was going to be run her way that year, maybe every year, beginning with defence against the dark arts.

It wasn't long before she and Harry began to clash. His temper met with her stubborn disbelief and her thirst for power over the students of the school meant that there was a scene in almost every lesson they had with her. It wasn't long before he got detention.

Amy wanted to shout at him that there was no point in getting riled up over the toad lady, that all he was doing was adding more fuel to the fire.

He had changed over the summer. He was more serious and quick to anger. He stubbornly defied Umbridge at every turn and the woman delighted in it. Was it some kind of trauma as Snape thought? Had Diggory's death affected him that much? Of course it must have been terrible for him. Amy recalled her visions involving death, and especially the one in which she had caused the death of a person. Sure, Karkaroff had done many terrible things himself as a death eater, but he was still human, and she would still be damaging her own soul by releasing his.

What if she changed? If she became the person everyone was going to think she was? No, that couldn't happen. She could not let it.

The days of Umbridge's tyranny wore on. Pansy's comments became more vicious by the day, and Amy's dreams swarmed with visions once more. The forest scene, and others.

This ever changing vision taught her just how changeable the future can be. Small choices made now could affect what happened in the years to come. Getting out of bed, Amy went into the bathroom she shared with her dorm mates and looked in the mirror. She turned to the side and put her hand over her flat abdomen. In just two years time there was a chance that she could be pregnant, or could have already had a child! No matter how hard she tried she couldn't see herself as a mother. Not so soon at least. That definitely wasn't part of the plan. She took her hand away from her stomach. Feeling utterly deflated, and went back into the dorm room to get ready for her classes and got her things together for Quidditch training that evening.

Not the longest of chapters, sorry.

R and R!