A/N: This fic is complete so let me know what you think about it...should I put up the rest?! Oh, it's not betaed either, so all mistakes are mine all mine. Enjoy!

Dislaimer: It isn't mine, it's JKR's...

Visions

Prologue

Thirteen year old Ginny Weasley was frankly terrified. She'd been waiting since her birthday to talk to someone and in her mind, there was no one better than Albus Dumbledore to go to with her problem. Her only concern was explaining it to him as she truly didn't know how to explain it herself. On her birthday, she and Ron had run into one another in the hallway and when their eyes had met, something odd…terrifying happened. She saw his death at the hands of Death Eaters. She had seen his face go deathly pale before he turned and raced back to his room, giving her wide berth after. But neither of them had discussed it, even with anyone else. Instead, both had been doing their best not to mention it, though Ron made it a point to look anywhere but her.

That was why she was waiting at the foot of the stairs leading to the headmaster's office the first full day of term. He would be able to explain this, or at least she desperately hoped so. If not she wasn't certain what she could do about it.

"Miss Weasley?"

Ginny jumped and spun around at the sound of Dumbledore's voice, careful to look anywhere but at his eyes. "Headmaster, I have a problem that I hope you'll be able to assist me with."

"Come to my office," he replied gently. "We'll see what we can do for you."

She was shaking as she stepped into his office, sitting in the chair in front of his desk quickly as she was certain her legs wouldn't hold her up much longer.

"Now what sort of problem are you having?"

She stared at her feet as she began to talk. "On my thirteenth birthday I ran into Ron in the hallway. When our eyes met…I saw the most horrible images."

"Go on," he urged her sounding grave.

"Well…I-I saw him standing with Harry and there were men in black robes and white masks surrounding them. T-they killed him, sir."

She buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She wasn't certain how long he watched her cry but once she finally cried herself out, he sighed heavily.

"Did Ronald see these images as well?"

She nodded. "His face went white and I was scared that he would collapse, but he turned and ran for his bedroom instead. He won't look me in the eyes or even come near me now. What is wrong with me?"

"Miss Weasley, I don't know what sort of gift you've been granted. I have heard of something like this only once before. If my guess is accurate, you show the person their future as it will happen with the current circumstances they're in. I will research this more and in the meantime I must insist you resist from using this gift."

"Yes, sir," she whispered feebly.

"I must stress the seriousness of the situation to you, Miss Weasley. Resist from making eye contact with anyone. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Go one then and worry not. I'll contact you when I've determined the exact nature of this gift. Again, do not use this gift…ever."

"I won't," she whispered, getting to her feet and hurrying out feeling chastised. Why did he act like I wanted this? Why did he seem frightened of me? What is going on?

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It was mid-December before Ron approached her out on the grounds. Ginny had noticed that he was spending more and more time away from Harry though she'd overheard them arguing about Harry's role in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and had figured that was the reason.

"Ginny, can I talk to you?"

She didn't look up from her book but nodded.

"I wanted to apologize. I couldn't handle what I saw and treated you horribly as a result. Can you tell me why I saw what I did?"

She shrugged. "According to Dumbledore it's a gift though I'm thinking curse at this point. I went to him the first day of term hoping he would help me. But…"

"But, what, Ginny?" Ron asked, laying a hand on her shoulder supportively.

"He acted almost as if he was scared of me. He told me over and over that I wasn't to use this so-called gift ever. He did say that he'd research it and get back to me but that was in September and I've not heard a thing."

"Did you research it?"

Ginny held up the book so he could see the cover. 'Seers and the gift of foresight'

"Well, have any of the books helped?"

She sighed. "Do you truly want to know or are you just appeasing your conscience?"

Ron tipped her head up and stared her in the eyes unflinchingly. Much to both of their shock, no vision came. "See, I'm not scared of you. I haven't been a good brother to you in the past few years but I hope to change that…if you can forgive me."

"Really," she whispered, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

He grinned. "Of course I am. I'm still going to try and help Harry but I'll be watching closer from here on out. I'm not about to die like I saw on your birthday."

She smiled, brushing a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Ron, I mean that. I've been pushing everyone away because I don't want to accidentally look in their eyes. It scared me when you nearly passed out."

"Come on, we'll look and see what else we can find. If Dumbledore's not talking then there might be a good reason for it, I have learned that much the past couple of years."

Smiling for the first time in months, Ginny walked with him across the grounds and into the library. At least I have one person I can count on.

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"Go back to the common room," Ron urged. "I promise to be careful, besides the vision was of us outside and during the day not inside the Ministry and late at night."

Ginny gripped his arm as tightly as she could. "If you go I go. You're the only friend I have, Ron, and I'm not going to lose you."

Ron hugged her fiercely. "You won't, I swear. But, if you insist on helping then promise me you'll be careful."

"I will. I always am."

They split up with Ginny trying to keep everyone away from the hallway leading to Umbridge's office. Everything was a blur until she realized she'd been caught. Oh bloody hell; this isn't good, not at all. I just have to keep from looking anyone in the eyes, they're Slytherins and that is the last thing I need…any of them knowing about my gift.