"Er...Nevermind , Mr. Potter , simply inquiring on some lost property of mine." Adrianna mumbled , blinking rapidly for a moment in confusion with herself.

She looked back down to the crystal ball in front of her and Harry continue to stare at his teacher.

"Umm...sure , Proffessor." He looked down to his homework quickly and Ron shot him a chestionable look from across the room while many people grinned and Lavender looked personally assaulted.





"I can't bealive she predicted about that type of a style , I mean , can you imagine it?! Proffessor McCreary in a bright pink bow!? It completely clashed with her skin colour!!" Lavender screeched as her and Parvatti walked into the library that night. Madam Pince sent her an icy glare from over her spectacles and looked back down.

Parvatti shrugged rather modestly.

"Achtually , that whole tough looking but schoold girlish look is pretty in now." She responded , looking over at Lavender carefully.

Lavender rolled her eyes.

"Oh please , they SO got rid of that last month! It's old news now!":

"Whatever , Anyway , why do you think she was looking at her crystal ball like that? If she was just envisioning a woman in a pink bow , why did she look so worried?" Parvatti said quietly as the pair sat down at a table and dropped a few books onto the top. Parvatti had always seemed to be the quieter , more collected and sensible of their duo. Lavender was rather loud and obnoxious ALL of the time , unlike Parvatti who was just MOST.

"I don't know , maybe she's just paranoid?" Lavender remarked bitterly

"You don't like McCreary , do you?" Parvatti insisted

"Well.....She's just not like Trelawny , you know? She assigned us BOOK homework , for gringotts sake! We aren't going to get to predict anything for a while!" Lavender exclaimed , throwing her hands up.

Madam Pince pushed a book out of the way and poked her vulture like head through the book shelf to look at them severely.

"This is a LIBRARY , you two need to quiet down or I'll throw you out!" She hissed

The two girls stare at her , before smiling silkily in unision and mumbling

"Whatever."

Madam Pince glare and pushed the books back into their places , stalking off.

"Well , anyway , " Parvatti turned around , pushing some hair out of her face , "At least it's an easy assignment , right?"





Harry sighed and tried to pen together his thoughts connecting a circle and cat , two omens of love and health. Ron was sitting across from him , grinning like the demented chesire cat who had found a bit of blackmail. Harry looked up at him and tried to focus on his work again before Ron let out another small quipped laughter and Harry slam his quill down.

"For Heaven's sakes! What is so amusing?!?!"

Ron's grin temporarily faded and he looked taken-aback before he smiled.

"I finished my homework."

"Oh.Is that all?" Harry said quieter , beginning to redden as other patrons of the common room turned to look at him strangely.

"No , I did it on frogs and knifes."

Harry stare at Ron for a moment before running a hand through his hair and looking back down while mumbling 'I'm surrounded' Ron smirked and twirled his wand inbetween his fingers for a moment , humming to himself.

"Oh for goodness sake!"

Harry slammed his book shut , grab his parchment , and made for the spiral staircase up to their area of the tower. He made it down the hall to the fifth years boy dormitory and walked in , slamming the door shut. Neville and Dean were stretched out on their beds , discussing muggle rugby when Harry walked in. He gave them a carefull look and Dean smirked as Harry collapsed on his bed , drawing his curtains around him.

Harry closed his eyes and look a deep breath , pushing his work down to the foot of his bed. He lay back and slowly focused on his breathing as he slipped into relaxation. The soft pillow and blankets embraced him and eventually the air of sleep followed in it's tracks.

He dreamnt many idle things along the way , mostly involving quidditch or Cho Chang , his former crush , before more serious and quieter things fell upon him. Harry was now laying in a different room. The walls were painted warm colours and the room was light brightly with a large window.

The door was open , Harry could see , as he opened his eyes , and a carpeted hallway was seen. He sat up and stare at it strangely , the room was fairly plain and the bed he had been sleeping on was a small , cot like bed. It seemed to be designed for young shildren , maybe just learning to sleep in their own bed , and Harry remarked annoyedly on the fact he could lay in it , cursing his shortness.

Stenciled prints of suns , moons , and various birds were around the room in a bordered pattern. Boxes were stacked against a wall and Harry just began to inch towards them when he heard shouting from outside. He was beginning to get annoyed , all he had wanted was a decent nap and instead he was brought here into this lunatic dream.

Sighing to himself , Harry walked out into the hallway and reached a stairway at the end. As he descended , the noise grew louder and it appeared to be being made from an angry sounding man. He was yelling , in a french accent , about children and a danger.

"You can't expect me to not be worried , can you?!" The man yelled

Harry arrived at the bottom and saw two people standing in a beige coloured kitchen. On one side of the work island was a woman with her back turned to Harry and on the other side stood a man with dusty brown hair , pale typed skin , and bright blue eyes. He stood there in robes of light grey , clutching a small jar in his hand.

"I can expect you to be worried , but that doesn't mean you have reason to be fleeing clear across the world just because you got scared." The woman countered calmly , though her voice wavered slightly.

"I'm not leaving just beacause I'm scared , Adrianna , I'm leaving because of your nasty influences on Manlan. You fill his head with all these notions of miracles and oracles that swoop down and correct the mysteries. At night you tell him stories of faeries and leprecauns in that godforsaken country you call Ireland....." He pointed a finger into the living room to show a Christmas tree , fully decorated in ornaments and random objects.

" When we went to get that blasted tree Manlan was explaining the importance of having a nice strong stem so 'our angel' can sit up there comfortably and watch over us. It's rubbish , Adrianna."

She sighed deeply and walked around the bar to her husband , looking offended. Harry choked slightly and realized she was his divination teacher. Younger with redder hair and dressed in muggle clothing.

"Dion , I share my bealifes and you share yours..."

"But you don't need to spread them to Manlan."

"He bealives what he wants to. You more often than anything sit and explain to him the science and pure logic of everything. He hears you , he hears me , he just wants to bealive the more...'mythical' sides of things. It's what he thinks."

"It's what you think."

"It is , yes. We share common bealifes."

"Adrianna , " Dion sighed , turning and holding his wife's shoulders, "I'm still going to leave , You won't change that. You have caused us leaving , and now I'm taking Manlan as far from here as we can get soon. I'll allow him to send you a Christmas letter. Good evening."

He pulled on his cloak and called for Manlan who walked into the room from the living room where he was sitting under the tree trying to try and see if he had inherited phsychic powers from his mother on the wrapped gifts.

Manlan was a fair sized child , wrapped in a travelling cloak. His brown hair was touselled up like normal , and his green eyes were dull and sad. Adrianna tried her best to smile at him and succeeded , scooping her four year old son up into her arms.

"I'll see you soon , honey , okay?" She whispered into his hair

Manlan nodded slightly , already being back and forth up the question of why they had to leave and Adrianna released him , giving him a small kiss.

"Good boy , " Adrianna smiled lovingly and , deliberatly looking into her husbands eyes first , slipped a silver chain from around her neck and over Manlan's , "Now I can be watching over you always."

His eyes lit up as he fingered the small pendent , an old man with wings carrying a little boy over a hill. It was something he adored and wanted to wear it whenever he saw it on his mother.

"Thank you , Mommy!" Manlan squeeled delightedly , his face curling into a smile.

"You're welcome."

Dion sighed and pulled Manlan's hood over his head , doing the same with his own.

"We've got to go ,Manlan , yes?"

Manlan nodded up to his father and waved to his mother.

"Yes. Goodnight , Mommy."

Adrianna smiled at him one last time and watched the two turn and leave the kitchen. Harry saw her sigh as they dissapeared and let her smile fade , turning around to look at a cross that hung on the wall in the center of the kitchen.

"Please , Please protect them." She whispered , closing her eyes..............................

In another end of the castle , the present Adrianna McCreary closed her eyes gently as she lay on the couch in her office. A heavy sigh excaped her lips. Only two days down...she sweared she would never live through the week. The Baron had been popping into her classes repeatedly and embarrasing her , and in one incident Adrianna had throw the book she was holding right through his transparent head.

But now , she was finally alone. Her mind fell into slumber , and took a moment to dream of the night Manlan and Dion had left her home , before starting on another topic. Harry Potter again. She was focussing on his night in the grave yard , and the maze. Adrianna was astonished at the maze. She watched as they rose out with the portkey champion cup and watched right until Cedric was killed. Then , it was as if she were there.

Adrianna stood in the middle of it all , seemingly rooted to the spot , and stare as the blood was drawn from Harry's arm. She wanted to reach out and comfort him , like she would Manla , but couldn't and just stare on. She witnessed Voldemort reborn and , in an alteration from the original event , he turned right in her direction instead of Harry's. Their eyes were forcefully locked and something danced in his as the image died.

Adrianna screamed as a hand fell onto her shoulder and she jerked right up. Immediately , a hand covered her mouth and pushed her back as she noticed the room was pitch black. How long had she slept...who cared? Wouldn't it be wide to be more focused on the person in front of her? As her eyes focused , she stare wide eyed at the person before her. They were holding out a box , wrapped neatly in tan coloured paper with an evil grin on their face.

A.N.: Well , that was interesting to write...I think I'm losing it , don't you? Oh well , read and review. I have one review out of my story so far...and I hope it isn't too bad. So do a favour and fill out that nice little box for the poor author going through exams.