It was rough waking up the next morning.

Nyx didn't have much experience with sleeping in a new bed, only the few and far between holidays her mother and father had brought her on, so she had had a fitful sleep, no matter how comfortable the bed was. But she was able to wrangle herself out of bed after awhile and headed into the bathroom to get ready for her first day.

She jumped in the shower first, quickly washing everything she needed to and grabbing a towel, it would take awhile for her hair to dry and she wanted to start as soon as possible.

But then the most peculiar thing happened, as soon as the towel was wrapped around her body, she was completely dry.

"I love magic." She whispered as she set to put the towel on her head, where her hair was instantly dried and, she found, put itself right into the style she wanted it.

With an instant smile on her face Nyx went to put her robes on. She would be lying if she said she could tie her tie with no problem, so it would take her a minute or two.

Hermione joined her in the bathroom as she was tying a ribbon around her already perfect hair, how her mother would be jealous of this!

"Good morning!" The frumpy girl greeted her, too cheery for this early in the morning.

"Morning 'Mione. Excited for classes?"

"Definitely, I've done some reading already in some of the classes and already I know they'll all be super interesting. Have you done any reading yet?"

Nyx looked at the girl who set on brushing her hair out in the mirror, "A little, yes, mostly just on Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, they really seemed like the most important and hardest so I figured I'd get a head start."

"That's good, at least someone here knows the importance of getting ahead."

Nyx wasn't really sure how to respond to that so she just figured she would wait for Hermione to pick the conversation up again.

"I have a question, muggleborn to muggleborn, I guess?"

"Shoot."

"Would your parents have sent you to boarding school if your letter hadn't come."

Nyx paused while she considered her answer. True she had not mentioned her relationship with her parents to anyone since she had gotten to the school, and Hermione was kinda weird, but she figured she could trust her.

"Well, actually I had a few offers. The top of the list was Wellington School for the Dramatic Arts, it was in Northern Ireland. But the other offers I got were all in London, meaning I could have stayed home. My mom was really upset I didn't accept Wellington, I think my Papa wanted me to stay home though. When I was trying to decide where I was going he told me I could go anywhere that would be the best place for me, whether it was a boarding school or at our dining room table."

"A performing school? Are you an actor?"

"Yes," Nyx looked at her reflection in the mirror, as though trying to pull out indescribable truths from it, "I love being on stage, I usually do around four musicals during the year and three plays. I've never felt more comfortable then when I'm there."

"That sounds hard."

"It was amazing, I always love pretending to be someone I'm not, being able to step into someone else's shoes.. But what about you, were you going to go away for school?"

"No," Hermione's voice cracked with a half laugh half sad tone, "they were sending me to their old school. They would never say it but I think they wanted me to be just like them, dentists, that is."

"Your parents are dentists?"

"Yep, best in town. Only in town more like, what do your parents do?"

"Well my mom doesn't work, too much time she wouldn't have to annoy me I guess," Nyx's face darkened as a bitter laugh took over, "but my dad is a family lawyer."

"Like he deals with divorces and things?"

"Kinda, he does stuff for families with special needs children. He specializes in custody and guardianship though."

Just then the two girls heard the movement in the other room and figured they should get moving, "That's cool, he must have a lot of stories."

"Yeah, my mum doesn't love hearing them though so I don't get to hear them too much."

Hermione gave her a look that Nyx could tell meant, one day I'm going to ask you about your mother. Before their roommates moved into the bathroom so they started making their way out and went down to the common room.

There were a few students milling about, it was still early after all, but they did know two of the figures standing in the common room.

Nyx couldn't lie to herself, Fred and George Weasley looked particularly suspicious this morning, so when they looked over to her she couldn't help but greet them.

"What are you guys up to?"

The twins looked between themselves, a sly smile crossing their faces.

"Us?"

"Up to something?

"On this, the first day?"

"We would never."

While Nyx gave them her best, really? Look there was a separate ruckus from the stairs to the boys dormitory.

"Fred! George!"

"Ok."

"We may have done something."

Just then Percy Weasley came stomping into the room, and Nyx couldn't help the giggles that escaped her as she took in the boy's appearance, he was relatively normal, except for his hair, which had been dyed bubblegum pink.

"You know Perce," one of the twins spoke up, completely straight faced, "I know people change when they become prefect but this might be too much."

"George when I figure out how you did this I swear-"

"Wow, my own brother calling me the wrong name, I wish I could-"

"Fred this is a detention, both of you!"

Nyx looked at the twin, she wasn't positive, but she was pretty sure it was George.

But she didn't have much time to think, because suddenly the twin she thought was Fred through his arm around her shoulders and maneuvered her towards the portrait hole. She noticed Hermione being led in a similar manner, though her face was stoic and serious, nearly scowling.

She might not be as fun but come on, that was a good one.

The four of them went walking down the hallway, talking about Hogwarts, classes, teachers, Hermione had a million questions, and they were nearly to the entrance to the Great Hall when the voices returned.

I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! IN AZKABAN!.

She couldn't help who she is, but instead of being what she wanted you to be, why don't you try to be the person you are.

Fifty points.

The words clumped together, leaving Nyx to lean heavily on Fred to keep her balance when the man from Diagon Alley appeared before her.

"Nyx, are you okay?" Fred's words were distant and fuzzy, the man seeming to her as a beacon leading her from one tragedy to another, but in the way that made her heart swell under the weight of her breathing.

The man just stared at her, the way he had the day in Diagon Alley.

It was a crazed, kind of psychopathic stare, as though he was staring at everything and nothing at the same time. But it was more than that, really.

He was a man on a mission to fight through the darkness.

Then Nyx blinked, and he was gone.

"Nyx? You good?"

Fred's voice had taken a delicate tone, as though testing the waters.

"Sorry, sorry, just got a little light headed."

"Are you okay? Should we take you down to the hospital wing?"

Nyx shook her head, remembering Dumbledore's warning from their meetings, "No, I think I'm just a little excited for classes."

With a disgusted face Fred drew his hand back from Nyx's shoulders, "Excited for class? We can't be around you much with that kind of language young lady…" With that he let out a short tisk sound and Nyx could just imagine his mother giving it to him.

"Don't worry, I'm just as willing and able to blow off all homework for an adventure."

"Now that's what we like to hear."

They had arrived suddenly at the Gryffindor table, and sooner than she could imagine Nyx was handed her schedule by McGonagall. And that was when she realized she had the chance, so after taking a brief look over her classes she walked up to the professor who was down at the end of the table with a few sixth years.

"Professor, may I have a second?"

"Of course, Ms. Greene."

Though she was completely cool on the outside, Nyx could see her worry as she drew them away from the students to where they could not be heard.

"What is it, Ms. Greene?"

"I need to see Professor Dumbledore, preferably as soon as possible."

"I'll set something up, he will want to speak to you. I assume you have a few questions about the staff."

"You would be right. But something else, I just nearly passed out in the hallway, that's never happened."

The Professor looked slightly concerned, "I'll set something up now and let you know in class today. And while on the subject, just a word of warning to not jump into anything you do not understand. We do not yet know how dangerous this situation is, and because of that we just don't want you to get yourself into a situation you are not ready for."

Nyx looked at her, What would make her think I would do something like that?

"You see, we have noticed you befriended Fred and George Weasley."

As soon as it came out of her professor's mouth Nyx couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, Professor, I'll keep myself safe."

With that the old professor smiled down at the girl and nodded, "Well, I'll let you know in class. You better get down to the dungeons, class will start soon."

Just then Ron, Harry and Hermione swept past, giving them a look before leaving, and so with a short thank you to the professor Nyx ran out the door after them.

When she caught up with them she looked at Harry and Ron, "You guys ready for potions?"

Ron gave her a look, "Fred and George told me Snape's tough, especially for Gryffindors, said he's a big blood-purist."

"Yeah," Harry interrupted, "which means that Ron and I'll have a problem, you and Hermione will probably breeze right through it."

"What were you talking about with Professor McGonagall, Nyx?" Her voice almost sounded concerned.

"Oh, I just had a question about something for class."

All three of her friends looked unconvinced but said nothing more about it as they chatted lightly on their way down to the dungeons.

When they got there they all took seats next to each other. Nyx looked around and noticed that they had this class with the Slytherins, something she was not particularly ecstatic about, but they couldn't all be that bad. Right?

It wasn't that long before the potions professor swept quite dramatically into the room, introducing the subject with a quite striking speech, "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitch the senses, ensnare the mind. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

It was odd, but something struck her immediately. She had heard this before, she couldn't pinpoint exactly when, but she had heard this man's voice before, and somehow, in her concentration of trying to figure out the context of the situation, the professor had noticed her not paying attention to his words, and she hadn't even noticed until Hermione elbowed her.

When she looked up at the professor she noticed the look on his face was angry, but inquisitive, and she couldn't help but wonder if he knew who she was and had been told about her.

"Please, if you are so interested in your own thoughts, Ms. Greene, you can tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

And at that moment she had never been so happy to have done extra reading in advance.

"I believe, professor, you would brew a sleeping potion, the Draught of Living Death?"

Snape looked down at her from the corner of his eyes, "Yes… very good, Ms. Greene, I see you are not entirely incompetent. Ten points to Gryffindor."

A compliment?

"Thank you, sir."

By the end of the class Nyx was worn out. Snape was intense, that much was clear, and his expectation of the first years was immense, and the class hadn't even gone beyond a lecture. As the tired Gryffindors left the classroom to go to their charms class they whispered quietly about the potions professor.

"I don't know, I just don't get a good feeling about him. First when Harry sees him his scar hurts then it seems like he has it out for Gryffindors, that cannot be good."

As the other two companions agreed with her Nyx couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt, yes Harry had gotten a bad feeling looking at him yesterday in the Great Hall, and he had some, peculiar, teaching methods, but he also happened to be sitting next to the turbaned professor yesterday, and she had dealt with directors that had similar ways of teaching before.

And she got no bad feeling from him at all, and at this point she figured she could see the future, so she felt she had a reason to believe her instincts were better than Harry's.

"I don't know, maybe he has a reason to hate Gryffindors, you guys know Percy, some Gryffindors are prats."

She felt the eyes of her three friends hit her at that point, "as much as I agree my brother's the worst, I think Harry's scar must have some kind of sensor, the first time he sees the most evil professor it hurts. It's like he can guess the future."

Nyx looked at the ground, "But did it hurt in class today?"

"No, but it's never really hurt before. I don't know how it works."

By then the group had arrived at the classroom, and the conversation was tabled as the students began filing into the classroom.

The students sat in pairs, and as class started Nyx looked over and saw that her and Hermione would be sharing a feather for their first ever charm.

Then it came time for them to try their levitation charm for the first time. Nyx, sitting next to Hermione took out her wand, and, pointing at the feather and doing her best 'swish and flick' she tried the charm.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" As soon as she finished the feather flew up and was held up by her wand.

"Yes!" She cheered, first charm down and she got it.

As it fell back to the desk Professor Flitwick moved over to her desk, "Very very good Ms. Greene, look everyone she's got it."

As she smiled nyx moved the feather over for Hermione to try, and the girl had a sour look on her face as though she was mad at Nyx's success.

But Nyx was suddenly distracted when Professor Flitwick's eyes fell on her wand.

"Ms. Greene, is that a silver lime wood wand you've got there?" His words were light but his eyes screamed intrigue and, worry?

"It is, professor."

While the few students near her, turned to look curiously at the conversation, Professor Flitwick seemed to notice and looked Nyx right in the eyes, "Do you mind seeing me after class."

At this point the whole class held their breath, as though Nyx was in trouble, and she could only nod.

Class continued, but there was a different feeling in the room. All triumphs were given a simple compliment from Flitwick, and when Seamus Finnigan blew up his feather, Flitwick only conjured up a new feather for the boy with no words.

When the class had ended Nyx nodded to her friends, who left the classroom without a word and waited as the rest of the students exited before standing up and walking over to where the professor sat at his desk.

Not knowing what to say Nyx simply stood in front of the professor waiting for him to speak.

"I was told about you by Professor Dumbledore. That you had immense power and not to be concerned if I saw you gazing off in the distance not paying attention. I was not aware that he was telling me you were a seer."

Nyx blinked at the man, who had not looked up from his notes, "A seer, Professor? I'm not sure I know what that means."

He looked up then, at her face, "You mean you have not been told?"

"Dumbledore only told me that it wasn't normal, what I could do, I mean, but what is a seer?"

"A seer is simply that, someone who sees, sometimes it means someone who can see into people's souls, or see inside their brain, in most cases, and I assume in yours, it means they can see the future."

"You mean my visions are the future?"

"Well, since I know nothing about them, I assume so, yes."

"But wait, how did you know this from looking at me?"

The professor let out a short chuckle, "I was not looking at you, Ms. Greene, but your wand."

It struck Nyx all of a sudden, "Of course, Percy told me you know a lot about wand wood. I forgot when you came up to me."

"Yes, Silver Lime Wood, it is why I asked you, I am surprised Mr. Ollivander did not let you know, though."

"Uh, he told me something about it was special, he wouldn't tell me what about it though."

"Yes, Well, Silver Lime wands were vastly popular in the seventies and eighties because they were known to cleave to Seers, which was a highly respected position in that time. Well they fell out of popular repertoire when being a seer became something more rare and dangerous."

Nyx could practically feel her eyes pop out of her head, "Being a seer is dangerous?"

Professor Flitwick looked at the girl and was overcome with grief for her, no one had told her, and for her to get out of Hogwarts unscathed was probably a nonexistent reality, "Well, yes, there are people who would like to use the power for their own gain, dark wizards, that is. And I dare say I don't believe there has been a true seer in many years, maybe decades?"

"You mean I'm the only one. And dark wizards want to use me for their gain? So I'm going to die?"

He hated it, but the professor had to laugh, it was a very eleven year old thing to do to jump to that possibility, "No, I dare say with the right precautions you can be fairly safe, have you spoken to Dumbledore about the issue?"

"Yes, a little, but he never told me too much. I'm speaking to him tonight I believe, Professor McGonagall is setting something up."

"Very good, but I dare say you shouldn't tell anyone what I have told you. You can ask Dumbledore, if there is someone in this castle you can trust it is him."

Just then a small group of Hufflepuffs came in the room, "Professor Flitwick, oh sorry, are you in a meeting?"

The older boys, maybe third years, Nyx decided, looked at the two of them silently.

"No, don't worry, I was just leaving. Thank you, professor, you really eased my mind."

The boy who seemed to be the leader of the group laughed, "Already worried and it's only the first day. Hate to tell you it won't get much better."

"That's enough, Cedric. Now, Ms. Greene, if you have any further questions don't be afraid to ask."

"Thank you. See you next class."

Though Nyx left the room with more questions than answers she couldn't help but feel her mind at ease. Though she realized the next class she had to go to was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And she would have to see him.

The real him.

She would have to look at his turban and, if what Flitwick said was true and she could see the future, not picture the face that lies underneath it.

She was so not ready for this.

AN: So, as you probably noticed this chapter is significantly shorter than the first one. I recently started a new school in my not first language so a lot of my energy has been concentrated there for the time being. Thank you for being so understanding and for your kind words in the last chapter.

Don't be afraid to review it means so much!

-MackGlin