Author: Angelina Johnson
E-Mail: BlewGoo2@aol.com
Category/House: The Dark Arts
Keywords: H/H, Voldemort, Year 7
Spoilers: All
Rating: PG
Summary: Who is your friend? Who is a traitor? Who do you trust?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"There are times, I swear I know you're here, when I forget about my fears, feeding you my tears. Watching over me, my hope sees, what the future will bring, when you wrap me in your wings, and take me where you are..........." Emily's voice trailed off. She had a beautiful voice, and she was willing to admit that. Singing with her best friend was difficult, though, because Adam was being dificult about the whole process. She sighed, and then started where she had left off, singing with all her might and singing beautifully.
Emily and Adam got along very well, mostly because they were very much alike. They had goals, dreams, and secrets.........
My name is Adam Richards, and yes, I have a secret. That's pretty obvious, because I am incapable of making friends. Or, at least, I was, until I met Emily and Michelle. But my secret makes me so quiet. I don't talk much, because I'm afraid I'll blab my secret. But I feel like I can open up to them because they have secrets, too. Or at least, Emily does. Michelle's secret isn't really a secret, it's just a not commonly known fact.
Unlike my best friend, Emily, I am very tall. I'm sixteen, and I'm already six foot three inches tall. Emily's four eleven and a half. I have sandy blond hair, but I hate it because it lays flat on my head and it looks like it's glued there. My eyes are a crystal blue, and Emily says that they pierce hearts. I don't believe her, but that's what she says.
Emily and I have the same birthday, November 11. We really are very much alike. We're the best of friends, too.
But there's more to me and Emily than that. We have these abilities that not very many people have. As in me, Emily, and Michelle. They have some things that I don't, some abilities , but I have things that they don't. Like my mirror. It talks. It's not like the normal talking mirrors, though. It predicts the future, and it tells it. Only to me, though, and sometimes to Emily. It's never met Michelle.
Emily says it's a miracle I'm in Gryffindor. I understand why she says that, even though I have the right type of personality for Gryffindor. In fact, that's why the Sorting Hat put me here, he said that I was the right type to be in Gryffindor. It didn't matter that I was a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw, not to that dad gum hat.
The other reason he put me here was he saw Emily's secret, and knew that we needed to be able to work closely together. At the beginning, that thing told me that there was another who bore a similar burden that would be of assistance. Yeah, that was Emily for you. Typical Emily.
Adam and Emily were both there to greet Michelle when she got to the library.
"Now what?" Michelle asked quietly.
"You did it. We're saved."
"How? You never told me what would change it."
"Seamus. You being with Seamus has changed it. He lives, you live, we live."
"Who dies, then, if we live? You told me once there was no way to avoid a death. Is that really true?"
"Yeah, it is, unfortunately. He dies- the traitor."
"Colin? Just Colin?"
"No. Not just Colin. Ginny."
"Ginny?" Michelle cried, a bit too loudly. Adam, who hadn't spoke yet, had let Emily do the talking, said, "Hush up, everyone will hear you, and we definitely don't want that, do we?" Michelle shook her head.
"Yes, Ginny," Emily said, "And there's no way to save her, kill the traitor, and save us. Losing the traitor is the best thing."
"I know, but what does Voldemort want with Ginny?"
"Ginny's secret. Ginny doesn't even know her secret, but 'Tom Riddle' figured it out. Remember I told you about the diary that she wrote in, that wrote back? Voldemort's diary. He saw the signs of it."
"Of what? I don't understand."
"Ginny Weasley is a Seer, and she'll be a good one as soon as her powers fully develop. She'd be too valuable for our side. Voldemort wants to kill her before she can do him any harm."
"Ginny? A Seer?"
"Yes. We have to go now, Michelle, but we'll talk to you if anything comes up."
It wasn't real. It could not possibly be real. Hermione had heard them talking. They didn't know that she had heard them, or at least, Emily didn't know, and neither did Adam, but Michelle had seen it, and she ran after her.
"Hermione, wait up!" Michelle said.
"What was that all about, huh, Michelle? Ginny is going to die? Who's going to kill her, you?"
"Be quiet, you don't know what you're talking about, Hermione, so let me explain, but no matter what, you can't tell the others. We'll tell them when they're ready to know, but it's too early, and it could be a disaster if they knew."
"What is going on, then, Michelle?
"The war. There's going to be a war. Look, I can't really talk to you right now, can you meet me tomorrow at the edge of the Forest? Skip lunch. It's important."
"Fine," Hermione said, holding her head high, "I'll be there."
"NOOOOOOO! GIN! GINNY!" Screams rang from the seventh year boys room.
"Ron? Ron, calm down!" Harry Potter called sleepily.
"What's going on? Why are you yelling and screaming, Ron?"
"Dead. She was dead."
"What? Ron, you aren't making any sense."
"You-Know-Who. He killed Ginny."
Seamus and Harry looked at each other, and Seamus mouthed, "The Dream." Harry nodded sadly.