"Harry, what's going on?" Ginny asked as they all entered. Fred went and stood beside Haidee, and she gently wrapped her hand in his. "Professor McGonagall says you saw Dad get hurt-"
"Your father had been injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Pheonix," said Dumbledore, before Harry could speak. "He has been sent to St Mingo's Hospital. I am sending you back to Sirius' house, which is more convenient for the hospital than The Burrow. You will meet your mother there."
"How're we going?" asked Fred, looking shaken. "Floo powder?"
"The Floor network is not safe at the moment, the network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey," he said, to which he took an innocent looking kettle from his desk and tapping it with his wand, "Portus."
"Is Haidee coming with us?" Ginny asked.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "I think it would be wise. But I'm afraid I need her for a moment, but it is important that you all leave now. I will send Haidee after you with another Portkey," Professor Dumbledore explained, looking at the children. "One minute."
Haidee looked to Fred, her eyes wide and scared, but she knew that there was no getting out of it, so there was no use in worrying poor Fred, who looked as if he had just lost a fighting battle.
"It's okay, I'll be right behind you," she spoke to him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before turning back to Professor Dumbledore. She released Fred's hand before pulling out the awaiting jar.
"Ten seconds." All the Weasley's, along with Harry, held onto the Portkey, and in a matter of second, she watched as they whirled around and disappeared. Haidee took a deep breath, feeling a bit more confident in herself since her last vision. She was about to consume the powder when Dumbledore had stopped her.
"Before you do it, Haidee. I need to ask you to try something different," he explained. "I need you to concentrate on a prophecy. It is a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort. I need you to try and focus on it."
She wanted to ask him not to get his hope up, however, she knew he understood the lack of control she had on her visions. Haidee swallowed a lump in her throat, a whole lot of pressure had just been laid upon her shoulders. Her nervous eyes wandered between Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, her confidence slowly unwinding.
Taking a deep breath, she licked her finger which was dipped in powder, her mind concentrating on the prophecy. She didn't know what the prophecy was, or what it looked like, but she concentrated as hard as she could until the pressure behind her eyes became unbearable and her head started to pound. She repeated the word constantly in her mind until it no longer sounded like a word, focusing on the feelings that were arising.
It hadn't felt like much time to Haidee, but it had actually been ten minutes before she started seeing something, but it was not the prophecy.
"I see the Weasley's, all of them, at Sirius' house. I think it's Christmas and Mr Weasley is alive and well," Haidee explained.
"I am glad," said Dumbledore kindly, "but the prophecy, Haidee. Think about the prophecy."
She thought hard and long, but the image of the Weasley's did not disappear. She thought of her prophecy, in hopes that it might help, but as the vision of the Weasley's disintegrated in her concentration, her mind was consumed with the sound of her prophecy.
"Born with the mark of the Dark Lord.
An eye as black as the dark arts,
The other as green as a serpent.
She is doomed with the evil knowledge which will be the fall of his conquerer."
She heard it over and over again, making her cringe at the sound. She hated the words. She hated the meaning. She wanted the vision to stop, now! But it built and built, repeated again and again.
"Born with the mark of the Dark Lord.
An eye as black as the dark arts,
The other as green as a serpent.
She is doomed with the evil knowledge which will be the fall of his conquerer."
The words were evil and foretold a future of her disloyalty. Disloyalty to her friends, to her community and to her morals. She was destined to turn into a horrible being that would stand proud and triumphant alongside Voldemort, and she would come to praise him, love him as his most loyal and devoted followers had.
She would stand beside him in the victory, helping him as he needed, gladly being used by him until he won and he was victorious.
"The prophecy, Haidee," Dumbledore repeated, but she had blocked her ears and she fell to her knees, on the verge of crying. It was whispering in her ear, telling her the future. It was inevitable. It was prophecised.
"You will join me, Haidee," a cold and evil voice spoke to her. It sent chills through her body, crushing her as she sank closer to the floor.
"Your parents will rue the day you were born," Dumbledore's calm voice spoke, his words direct and intentional. "And repent for their failure." Haidee held her hand to her chest, heaving on the floor.
"And I will regret ever loving you," spat Fred's voice, so full of venom and hatred, as she had never heard before.
"No!" she cried, weeping on the floor. "I don't want to think about the prophecy!"
Then, the world went silent. Not a single thing could be heard. It was peaceful, the voices had disappeared and her racing heart began to slow, she could not even hear the weeps of her own voice. It was peaceful, until it was eerie. A voice whispered to her.
"Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . . And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not . . . And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . . . "
It was the prophecy. The one Dumbledore spoke of. She had found it, she had gained control.
The moment she realised this, her vision changed. Before her, stood glowing orbs on a shelf filled with other identical glowing orbs, in a room filled with towering shelves, filled with glowing orbs as far as her eyes could see. A clueless, hopeless maze of insignificant glowing orbs, in which only one was being sought. It would be helpless if one didn't know where to look, but she saw it, on the corner of a shelf that was identical to the rest, stood the prophecy Dumbledore had asked for.
"I see it," she whispered. "I see the prophecy you speak of." She stared without seeing her body stiff and unmoving.
"It is still where it sat? It has not been touched?" Dumbledore asked and she nodded, still kneeling on the ground, her head hung.
"Will it?" Professor Dumbledore asked. She concentrated harder, but the prophecy stood there, it stood there alone, on the corner of the shelf, until it did not. And once it had disappeared, she watched as the infinite towering shelves that held all of the glowing prophecy orbs started to crumble like dominos.
Haidee cried, using her arms to cover her head, as the orbs fell from their resting places, the shelves falling with it. They were tumbling to the ground and all she could hear was the smashing of the fragile objects. The crashing orb debris flew up and cut into her face, leaving lengthy scars on her cheeks, forehead and eyes. She continued to scream, not only in fear but in pain, until she gasped for air and completely fell to the ground.
"It will, it will be taken," Haidee voiced over the loud crashing of glass that surrounded her.
"By who?" Professor Dumbledore asked quickly. Haidee looks around rapidly, hoping to see any faces, but she saw nothing but falling orbs.
"I can't see anyone. I don't see any faces," she replied helplessly.
"Haidee, this is very important-"
"I know!" she cried, letting out a build of frustration. She twirled around, desperate to see anyone face, but it continued to rain glass, the rebounding cutting her face. It continued and continued until it stopped abruptly, and once it had, her vision returned. "No, I did not see," she muttered, half-ashamed as Dumbledore nodded, walking towards her as she rose from the ground.
When she faced Professor Dumbledore, he had his wand out and with a small swish. "Episkey." She felt the cuts on her face disappear. "Thank you, Haidee," Professor Dumbeldore spoke quietly.
Haidee had a lot of things on her mind, such as the voices and what they had whispered to her. Her heart sank heavily, knowing that one day, she would hear those very words as she envisioned, and she would join the Dark Lord, as it was prophesied.
As Dumbledore turned to his desk to turn a pen into a Portkey, she asked him, "Do you think I'll join him?" she asked, quite out of the blue. Dumbledore turned to her, his hollow eyes shifting to her fearful ones.
"Is that what you saw?" he asked, and she hesitated to nod, then, once she had, he smiled kindly. "There is not a doubt in my mind which path you will take, and if I had thought it the wrong path, you would not know the information that you know now."
"But-"
"It seems," said Dumbledore, "that under immense stress to force a certain vision, you produce one of trickery. Magic, especially newly developed and under-refined wizard-made magic," his smile widened slightly, "can be treacherous like that."
His words seemed to comfort Haidee, although in the back of her mind she thought his word of comfort were said just to ease her mind. Because, as she knew, his understanding of her powder was as little as her own.
"Not a doubt?" she asked quietly as Dumbledore placed the Portkey pen in her free hand, the other holding her jar.
He smiled at her. "Not one."
In an instant, she felt herself swirl in a spiral, and a moment later, she appeared in the hallway of Sirius' house, where her senses were bombarded with screaming.
"Easy for you to say, stuck here!" bellowed Fred. "I don't see you risking your neck!"
"Fred," Haidee gasped. She had never seen him so mad before. No one had heard her drop in over the screaming and the new voice seemed to startle everyone.
Fred, who was completely red in the face and devoured with a murderous expression, turned to her. She was petite, her eyes sunken and her expression horrified. Instantly, he bounded past Harry and George who stood beside him to march to her, in which he immersed her in a huge hug. He placed his face in the crook of her neck and breathed slowly, calming down instantly.
Then, a scroll of parchment appeared, with a golden Pheonix feather by its side.
"Fawkes!" said Sirius, going to receive the parchment. "That's not Dumbledore's writing. It must be a message from your mother, here," said Sirius, thrusting the letting into George's hand, who read it aloud: "Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungo's now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum."
George looked around at everyone.
"Still alive . . . " he said slowly. "But that sounds like . . . " He did not finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he was thinking as if Mr Weasley was hanging between life and death.
"He will be okay-" Haidee said softly, but she was cut off.
"It's not that simple, Haidee," Ginny said with a tone of resentment at her optimism.
"No," said Haidee timidly. "You misunderstand. I saw him, in my vision, alive. He will be out of the hospital in time for Christmas," she informed and the tension in the room visibly relaxed, but not by much. The high suspense and anger seemed to drip from each of their faces, soon replaced with relief and exhaustion, but no one had the intention of sleeping until Mrs Weasley arrived.
"Good," said Sirius slowly, "very good. Let's all . . . let's all have a drink while we're waiting. Accio Butterbeer!"
Each person took a Butterbeer and moved into the kitchen, where they waited for Mrs Weasley. No one spoke, because although Haidee's confirmation was helpful, they were all still in great suspense to hear from their mother and see their father.
Everyone sat in silence as they drank their Butterbeer as they waited for their mother's news. Fred fell into a daze, his head slopped on Haidee's shoulder, who was sitting, wide awake and frightened beside him, her mind still racing over what she had heard.
Her visions had never been wrong before, but as she thought about it more, the odder it seemed to become. She didn't know if she had discovered something, or if she was simply overthinking it in hopes to find a reason for it to be fake, but she had realised that Dumbledore may have been speaking the truth. The magic she had made had not been experimented on, which she, as an alchemist of sorts, knew the importance of. It could be entirely plausible that concentrating to force a certain vision to appear could result in fake foresight.
She had also come to realise that she had never had a vision speak to her in the future tense, as, although her visions predict the future, they are set as if in the present.
Maybe it was true, and what she had seen had been false or maybe she was overthinking it and she, as the prophecy had destined, would join the Dark Lord.
It was ten past five in the morning when Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen. She was extremely pale but when she turned to face the children she gave a wan smile.
"He's going to be all right," she said, her voice weak from tiredness. Fred sighed in relief, running his hands over his face while George and Ginny went to hug their mother. Although Haidee had reassured him, it was nice to hear the news from someone who had actually been to see how their father had been. Haidee understood this, and it was nice to hear the news undoubtedly from a primary source.
"Haidee said he would be fine," said Ginny as she hugged her mother.
"Yeah?" Mrs Weasley asked hopefully, looking to Haidee who's eyes were hollow and dull, but she shared a kind smile to Mrs Weasley.
"Out by Christmas," she said softly. Mrs Weasley took Haidee's words much more seriously than the kids had and smiled warmly before developing Harry in a hug, expressing her gratitude to him for warning everyone about the attack. Then, she hugged Haidee. She was not sure why, she had not done anything, but she accepted it gratefully, as Sirius and Harry began to make breakfast.
After breakfast, everyone spent the rest of the morning sleeping. Haidee and Fred shared a room with George, and she comfortably slept in Fred's arms. They slept facing each other, her face pressed into his chest as he had his arms wrapped around her. She found she had the soundest sleep when she was with him, as did he, which was exactly what they both needed then.