Angelina POV

The crowd was cheering so loud she couldn't even hear the wind blowing past her ears. The quaffle barely registered under her arm, as she whisked past the opponent team's Chasers.

All her friends were down in the stands, cheering her on – even Marina who certainly had more important things to do at the auror office than to watch her first match as a member of the Wimbourne Wasps.

Whistling the loudest were, naturally, the Weasley twins. Fred had brought their self-made fireworks to support her with – and make some business, not that she minded. George however was focused completely-

A terrifying scream tore through the air, waking Angelina from her dream.

She sat up on her bed and lit her wand – finding Marina trashing next to her. The latest issue of Spella Weekly lay on the floor; obviously her friend had fallen asleep reading it.

It had been quite some time since Marina had had nightmares this bad. She jumped out of bed, the other girls sitting up drowsily and confused, and shook her friend by the shoulders.

She had never been so glad in her life to be woken up.

Angelina was standing over her, a shocked look on her face, and still had hold of her shoulders.

"Thanks," Marina mumbled, out of breath. That told her she'd been screaming. "Sorry for waking you."

"What in then name of Merlin did you see?" Angelina asked her. By now her dorm-mates recognised the difference between garden variety nightmares and Seeings.

"Third Task," she replied and rubbed her hands over her face.

She was guessing that the International Confederation of Wizards had come up with the idea of the maze itself. Putting obstacles and challenges other than hedges in there made sense too – though she could really do without Aragog's relatives.

But Marina couldn't imagine that the rest of what she'd seen had been part of the plan. Normally, her first instinct was to assume that her Seeings were changeable. But every ounce of her being told her that she'd seen true.

They were so doomed.

Hogsmeade, March 4th 1995

"They hexed my son," the blonde woman in front of her stated in icy outrage, cold fury radiating off of her in waves.

Marina sighed.

"He's friends with Gryffindors now, Cissa. It was bound to happen some time."

Apparently, the Slytherins had decided that the Malfoy name was not enough of a threat anymore and had hexed Draco for betraying the pure-blood agenda.

Narcissa was none too pleased.

"He'll be fine. Madame Pomfrey had it fixed in ten seconds flat. And the kids retaliated, which is why they all have detention now."

Snape would have given the instigators a pass, but McGonagall had witnessed it all too.

Narcissa harrumphed – which was a lot less dignified than she normally acted – and crossed her arms.

"You can't tell Lucius," Marina reminded her cousin gently. If Malfoy heard about this, he'd catch on to the fact that his family had switched sides on him a year ago.

"I'm aware," Narcissa replied indignantly. "He's been preoccupied anyway."

"With your sister out there plotting, that doesn't surprise me."

Interestingly enough, that didn't get her a reaction. Whenever she mentioned Dromeda, Narcissa couldn't hide the old pain over a lost sister. But she never reacted to Bellatrix – almost as if she didn't care. Bella had probably always been crazy.

"It's not Bellatrix he's concerned about," Cissa muttered, remarkably grumpy.

None of the free Death Eaters wanted their Lord back – because they'd renounced him and denied ever following him voluntarily after he disappeared. Voldemort would be none too happy with them.

"I'm surprised Skeeter hasn't figured out we're all friends now," Marina mumbled. "It makes one hell of a story." And would most definitely screw up everything, so she was counting her blessings.

Narcissa hadn't just visited to voice her outrage, of course. She was meeting with her cousin and the other parents – they'd finally agreed to help Cissa escape her husband. It had to be done carefully though or they'd just get her killed. Meanwhile, Marina was having a meeting of her own.

Setting that meeting without any of her friends finding out had not been easy. Angelina had spilled about her nightmares and she'd been having a hell of a time to get the quartet to leave her side occasionally. Ted's cooking lesson had really taken – Susan was all but drowning her in food and Hermione had found her love of baking (her dentist parents had been horrified). It was a good thing the four of them were animagi – otherwise they'd be rolling around the castle soon.

But this wasn't something she was ready to share yet, if ever. Because her mother had written another letter from the grave that had come with a warning label. Of course, she'd read it anyway.

And now she had no idea what to do.

For the first time in her life, as far as she could remember, she wanted to run to her father and just heap this mess on him and let him deal with it. Except that wasn't her. In fact, there was a very huge part of her that didn't want him to know about any of it at all.

So now here she was, meeting with the one person in the world her mother seemed to have trusted aside from Lily.

Her cousin Pheora.

Apparently, the family had good genes. Despite the third degree cousin status, Marina could see the resemblance. They shared their blonde hair and cream tan. And the non-existent height. If it hadn't been for the stunning blue eyes, she would have sworn it was her mother, at first sight.

"Marina," the older Seer greeted her and she was pleasently surprised that she barely sensed anything. She was using Occlumency.

"Pheora."

They spent the next have hour sharing basic information. It was beyond weird to see so many of her own habits in someone other than her Dad.

Marina could tell that Pheora wanted to talk about the prophecy – but her Vow prevented her from bringing it up herself.

She, however, had more pressing questions. Desperately wishing she wouldn't have to do this, she took a deep breath.

"Tell me about my sister."

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long (and this is just a teaser) but I'm drowning in final exams at university. Next chap will be coming soon.

And here is a little background info that I'll mention soon without detail, so...

Current Prefects:

since 1993/1994:

Marina Black (Gryffindor)

Alexander Sykes (Gryffindor)

Carmen Nott (Ravenclaw)

Marcus Turner (Ravenclaw)

Jolene Wood (Hufflepuff)

Jacob Flinton (Hufflepuff)

Elvira Rookwood (Slytherin)

Nicholas Grimmett (Slytherin)

since 1994/1995:

Katie Bell (Gryffindor)

Eric Murley (Gryffindor)

Samantha Price (Ravenclaw)

Robert Hawking (Ravenclaw) Cecil Meakin (Hufflpuff) Rolf Scamander (Hufflepuff) Ursula Gordon (Slytherin) Roman Flint (Slytherin)