A/N: you know me. Here's what you want. Dedication: THIS IS FOR MEL. GET
BETTER!!!!!!!!! I command thee! Next chapter. Chapter 22: In which Visions
are Explained.
Chapter 22:
"…fell down holding his head…"
"…had a headache. It looked bad…"
"…has the signs. Appetite, growth spurts; the only one hard to prove is the mood swings…"
"…did he see?"
Ron came to slowly, hearing the voices of his friends and teachers and snippets of conversation. He heard the question through the fog in his brain and realized they were talking about him. He answered.
"riders." The fog was clearing and he saw the others stop and look at him. "I saw riders." Hermione jumped off the chair she was sitting in and ran to his side. Harry was already there. He distantly realized that Hermione was talking, but he didn't hear her. He was focused on a face across the room, one that seemed so familiar, yet it couldn't be. Dumbledore silenced Hermione and asked Ron.
"How are you feeling Ron?"
"Not great. Not terrible. Confused." Dumbledore nodded.
"What did you see Ron?" That man cut right to the chase. "Tell us everything." Ron took a deep breath and began his story.
"I saw a desert, but it wasn't like when I went to see Bill in Egypt…there were more plants and water…but it was still a desert. There weren't any dunes, but there were mountains in the distance. I turn around and I see a village, and old Muggle village, like, and ancient village. The men are all in the fields and the women are near the huts with the children. It looks very peaceful…until I hear the noise.
"It's so loud…like I'm in a thundercloud. I turn again and I see four riders coming strait at me. When they come closer I can tell the differences between them. Three are dressed in dark colors, mostly black, and the fourth is dressed all in white. They're wearing masks of metal and their hair is long and wild.
"They come down on the village, chopping down everything in their path, men women, children, it doesn't matter. One of the dark ones enters a house and brings out a woman clutching a baby. The baby is torn from her arms and killed before her very eyes. She screams and he slaps her and throws her to another dark one who ties her to the other women. He burns the hut and joins the others in their pillaging. They take women and children and kill the men. They take food and valuables. They finally ride away, the village burning behind them.
"In front of them I see a giant green bonfire spring up and the three dark ones ride through. The one in white stops. Whether he can't or won't go through I can't tell, but he does. He turns from the flames and rides away. The fire starts to stretch, following him, trying to take him, but it cannot catch him.
"He pulls off his mask and throws it behind him. The fire consumes it and continues after him. His face still isn't clear, but I can tell half of it is painted blue. He's shedding clothing as he goes until he's dressed in a simple white tunic. Then the bags of loot start to go. The flames eat each thing, but it's still after him. They come to a river and cross, but the flame cannot. The water seams to have confused it, and it just stops there.
"The rider crosses and dismounts. He bends down to the river, drinks, and washes his face free of the paint. As he cleans himself the horse fades away, leaving him alone with a book where the horse used to be. He reaches down to the sword that suddenly appeared strapped to his side. It's a broadsword, rather big, and the sun gleams off the blade. With quick movements he raises the sword and cuts off most of his hair, leaving it about one inch long all around. He picks up the book and walks away from the river.
"As he walks his clothing changes. It seems to shift from style to style, from culture to culture. The landscape changes with him, showing scenes from all ages all over the world. Finally everything stops shifting and he's standing on a sidewalk in a busy city street wearing modern muggle clothes. I'm across the street from him, and he turns.
"He looks strait at me and smirks. He raises his hand and places a finger to his lips in gesture of silence. A buss passes between us and when it passes, he's gone. I run across the street, but all that's left is a book. It's bound in dark brown leather and has a blue symbol embossed on the cover. It looks like a V or a bird in a circle with stars. It blows open on it's own and a few pages turn. I look at what's written on the pages.
" 'My name is Methos, and I am Immortal.' I pick up the book and flip through the pages, but I can't read anything else that's written in the book. I go back to that page and the words have changed. They are now in a deep red, like the color of dried blood. This time it says, 'They're coming. Revelations 6:8'
"I look around for him again, but he's nowhere to be seen. Just before it ends, however, I hear a voice chanting, 'Trust the raven. Trust the hawk. Trust the owl. Thrust the phoenix. Trust the dog. Trust the wolf. Trust the dragon. Trust the panther. Trust the lioness. Trust the lion.' Then it started over again with the raven. Over the chant I hear a laugh, but it's gone with the wind and then here I am."
He looked around at their faces. Hermione was looked worried about him, but at the same time was obviously thinking very hard about something. Harry smiled at him, offering him comfort. Dumbledore was watching Methos and Cassandra, his face blank. Cassandra looked both excited and grim. Methos just looked pale, worried, and a little ill.
"Professor Pierson? Are you alright?" Methos manages a weak smile.
"Yes…I will be. It's just, well, I'm the leading authority on Methos and if what you described is what I think it is, then we're in a lot of trouble…especially since they're supposed to be dead." Cassandra glared.
"All but one." Methos shook his head glaring back.
"All are dead." Cassandra made a disbelieving snort. Methos turned back to Ron. "Was that all you saw? Did you recognize the language in the book?"
"Yes. No." Methos blinked. "Yes, that was all I saw. No, I didn't recognize the language." Methos nodded. Dumbledore cut in.
"I believe it is time for us to take out leave. Madame Pomfrey will want to kick us out soon, and I do not wish to argue with her. Ron," Ron looked at him, "Tomorrow we will work on interpreting your vision and we'll set up a schedule for private training with Professor Cassandra here." Ron looked confused.
"Private training in what?" Hermione broke in.
"Don't tell me you haven't figured it out by now. You're a Seer, Ron!"
"A WHAT!" He blinked a few time before a grin broke out over his face. "Wicked!" Dumbledore smiled.
"I must want you, Mr. Weasley, that the life of a Seer is not an easy one. The training regimen is very difficult, and their lives are very dangerous. There are many out there who want a Seer for their own purposes." Ron shuddered. He could just imagine who would want him. "This must be kept a secret. I believe that I can trust you?" They nodded. Harry spoke.
"But Headmaster, what about the rest of your class? They know what happened." Dumbledore smiled.
"Do not worry about that Harry, it's been taken care of." Harry nodded. "Now, I suggest that we let Mr. Weasley get some sleep. He's gone through quite the ordeal." They said their goodbyes and Cassandra and Methos left, followed by Dumbledore. Harry turned to Ron.
"Wow. A Seer. Very wicked, Ron!" Ron grinned back. Hermione looked at them.
"Yes, it is a very interesting talent. We're going to have to read up on this," Ron and Harry gave her a look, "ok, I'm going to have to read up on this. But Dumbledore is right, Ron. It is very dangerous." Ron nodded.
"I know but now I different. I mean, I have something other than 'the youngest Weasley,' or 'Harry Potter's best friend.' I have something that's mine!" Herm smiled.
"I know Ron."
"Me too. Say, do you think you can tell me what the Slytherins will do in the first game? I could come up with some awesome plays." Ron laughed.
"I wish, but no. I can't control them. Maybe by the end of the season." Harry nodded and Hermione rolled her eyes at them. True to her character, Madame Pomfrey entered at just that moment and chased Harry and Hermione from the medical wing to let her patent sleep.
In Dumbledore's Office
"The Horsemen couldn't be back, could they?"
"No. They're dead. McLeod and I split the Quickenings…do you think it's related to Voldemort's latest project?"
"Probably. At this point in time, however, all we can do is wait and see."
"And pray."
"And pray."
TBC
A/N: Well? What do you think? You like the vision? Has my foreshadowing completely ruined the ending? Huh? Huh? Tell me!
See, I can do more than one chapter a week…even if it does take me all day…
Next time…I haven't figured that out yet, exactly…I don't know when it'll be out, either. Probably next week sometime. I'll get it out as soon as I can.
The Light Goddess…As far as we know…his real name IS Methos. He doesn't remember any other before that. Some say it was different. I've read storues where it was Mele-Mateos (don't remember what story that was), Idyian (Ghosts of the Past by Rachel Trench. It's at Seventh Dimension. http://www.seventh-dimension.org/TitleG.shtml It's a very good story…I suggest you check it out. Methos loses his memory and an even older immortal shows up. It's part of a series.) , and others which I don't remember.
Vertigo…sorry. Didn't mean to leave ya hanging. Here's the next chapter. I have a similar accent myself (when I get upset and Mom ain't around)
Vampire Child…I hope you're puppy is ok! I have a little doggie who had surgery recently. You were right. I'm glad you like my work.
Stacey…check your e-mail. If you even read this far
Lady Cinnibar…Yep. Um…maybe. Wow…it is? Cool. Thank you. I'm glowing with your praise. Wink check my snowflkes story for an update soon, as well. I'm gonna make that into a longer story. Hope you like!
AlmightyTuba…GEOMETRY IS HELL!!!!! ARGH!!!!!! I need you back. You're the only thing keeping me sane in that class…well, and writing this. Come back soon!
Chapter 22:
"…fell down holding his head…"
"…had a headache. It looked bad…"
"…has the signs. Appetite, growth spurts; the only one hard to prove is the mood swings…"
"…did he see?"
Ron came to slowly, hearing the voices of his friends and teachers and snippets of conversation. He heard the question through the fog in his brain and realized they were talking about him. He answered.
"riders." The fog was clearing and he saw the others stop and look at him. "I saw riders." Hermione jumped off the chair she was sitting in and ran to his side. Harry was already there. He distantly realized that Hermione was talking, but he didn't hear her. He was focused on a face across the room, one that seemed so familiar, yet it couldn't be. Dumbledore silenced Hermione and asked Ron.
"How are you feeling Ron?"
"Not great. Not terrible. Confused." Dumbledore nodded.
"What did you see Ron?" That man cut right to the chase. "Tell us everything." Ron took a deep breath and began his story.
"I saw a desert, but it wasn't like when I went to see Bill in Egypt…there were more plants and water…but it was still a desert. There weren't any dunes, but there were mountains in the distance. I turn around and I see a village, and old Muggle village, like, and ancient village. The men are all in the fields and the women are near the huts with the children. It looks very peaceful…until I hear the noise.
"It's so loud…like I'm in a thundercloud. I turn again and I see four riders coming strait at me. When they come closer I can tell the differences between them. Three are dressed in dark colors, mostly black, and the fourth is dressed all in white. They're wearing masks of metal and their hair is long and wild.
"They come down on the village, chopping down everything in their path, men women, children, it doesn't matter. One of the dark ones enters a house and brings out a woman clutching a baby. The baby is torn from her arms and killed before her very eyes. She screams and he slaps her and throws her to another dark one who ties her to the other women. He burns the hut and joins the others in their pillaging. They take women and children and kill the men. They take food and valuables. They finally ride away, the village burning behind them.
"In front of them I see a giant green bonfire spring up and the three dark ones ride through. The one in white stops. Whether he can't or won't go through I can't tell, but he does. He turns from the flames and rides away. The fire starts to stretch, following him, trying to take him, but it cannot catch him.
"He pulls off his mask and throws it behind him. The fire consumes it and continues after him. His face still isn't clear, but I can tell half of it is painted blue. He's shedding clothing as he goes until he's dressed in a simple white tunic. Then the bags of loot start to go. The flames eat each thing, but it's still after him. They come to a river and cross, but the flame cannot. The water seams to have confused it, and it just stops there.
"The rider crosses and dismounts. He bends down to the river, drinks, and washes his face free of the paint. As he cleans himself the horse fades away, leaving him alone with a book where the horse used to be. He reaches down to the sword that suddenly appeared strapped to his side. It's a broadsword, rather big, and the sun gleams off the blade. With quick movements he raises the sword and cuts off most of his hair, leaving it about one inch long all around. He picks up the book and walks away from the river.
"As he walks his clothing changes. It seems to shift from style to style, from culture to culture. The landscape changes with him, showing scenes from all ages all over the world. Finally everything stops shifting and he's standing on a sidewalk in a busy city street wearing modern muggle clothes. I'm across the street from him, and he turns.
"He looks strait at me and smirks. He raises his hand and places a finger to his lips in gesture of silence. A buss passes between us and when it passes, he's gone. I run across the street, but all that's left is a book. It's bound in dark brown leather and has a blue symbol embossed on the cover. It looks like a V or a bird in a circle with stars. It blows open on it's own and a few pages turn. I look at what's written on the pages.
" 'My name is Methos, and I am Immortal.' I pick up the book and flip through the pages, but I can't read anything else that's written in the book. I go back to that page and the words have changed. They are now in a deep red, like the color of dried blood. This time it says, 'They're coming. Revelations 6:8'
"I look around for him again, but he's nowhere to be seen. Just before it ends, however, I hear a voice chanting, 'Trust the raven. Trust the hawk. Trust the owl. Thrust the phoenix. Trust the dog. Trust the wolf. Trust the dragon. Trust the panther. Trust the lioness. Trust the lion.' Then it started over again with the raven. Over the chant I hear a laugh, but it's gone with the wind and then here I am."
He looked around at their faces. Hermione was looked worried about him, but at the same time was obviously thinking very hard about something. Harry smiled at him, offering him comfort. Dumbledore was watching Methos and Cassandra, his face blank. Cassandra looked both excited and grim. Methos just looked pale, worried, and a little ill.
"Professor Pierson? Are you alright?" Methos manages a weak smile.
"Yes…I will be. It's just, well, I'm the leading authority on Methos and if what you described is what I think it is, then we're in a lot of trouble…especially since they're supposed to be dead." Cassandra glared.
"All but one." Methos shook his head glaring back.
"All are dead." Cassandra made a disbelieving snort. Methos turned back to Ron. "Was that all you saw? Did you recognize the language in the book?"
"Yes. No." Methos blinked. "Yes, that was all I saw. No, I didn't recognize the language." Methos nodded. Dumbledore cut in.
"I believe it is time for us to take out leave. Madame Pomfrey will want to kick us out soon, and I do not wish to argue with her. Ron," Ron looked at him, "Tomorrow we will work on interpreting your vision and we'll set up a schedule for private training with Professor Cassandra here." Ron looked confused.
"Private training in what?" Hermione broke in.
"Don't tell me you haven't figured it out by now. You're a Seer, Ron!"
"A WHAT!" He blinked a few time before a grin broke out over his face. "Wicked!" Dumbledore smiled.
"I must want you, Mr. Weasley, that the life of a Seer is not an easy one. The training regimen is very difficult, and their lives are very dangerous. There are many out there who want a Seer for their own purposes." Ron shuddered. He could just imagine who would want him. "This must be kept a secret. I believe that I can trust you?" They nodded. Harry spoke.
"But Headmaster, what about the rest of your class? They know what happened." Dumbledore smiled.
"Do not worry about that Harry, it's been taken care of." Harry nodded. "Now, I suggest that we let Mr. Weasley get some sleep. He's gone through quite the ordeal." They said their goodbyes and Cassandra and Methos left, followed by Dumbledore. Harry turned to Ron.
"Wow. A Seer. Very wicked, Ron!" Ron grinned back. Hermione looked at them.
"Yes, it is a very interesting talent. We're going to have to read up on this," Ron and Harry gave her a look, "ok, I'm going to have to read up on this. But Dumbledore is right, Ron. It is very dangerous." Ron nodded.
"I know but now I different. I mean, I have something other than 'the youngest Weasley,' or 'Harry Potter's best friend.' I have something that's mine!" Herm smiled.
"I know Ron."
"Me too. Say, do you think you can tell me what the Slytherins will do in the first game? I could come up with some awesome plays." Ron laughed.
"I wish, but no. I can't control them. Maybe by the end of the season." Harry nodded and Hermione rolled her eyes at them. True to her character, Madame Pomfrey entered at just that moment and chased Harry and Hermione from the medical wing to let her patent sleep.
In Dumbledore's Office
"The Horsemen couldn't be back, could they?"
"No. They're dead. McLeod and I split the Quickenings…do you think it's related to Voldemort's latest project?"
"Probably. At this point in time, however, all we can do is wait and see."
"And pray."
"And pray."
TBC
A/N: Well? What do you think? You like the vision? Has my foreshadowing completely ruined the ending? Huh? Huh? Tell me!
See, I can do more than one chapter a week…even if it does take me all day…
Next time…I haven't figured that out yet, exactly…I don't know when it'll be out, either. Probably next week sometime. I'll get it out as soon as I can.
The Light Goddess…As far as we know…his real name IS Methos. He doesn't remember any other before that. Some say it was different. I've read storues where it was Mele-Mateos (don't remember what story that was), Idyian (Ghosts of the Past by Rachel Trench. It's at Seventh Dimension. http://www.seventh-dimension.org/TitleG.shtml It's a very good story…I suggest you check it out. Methos loses his memory and an even older immortal shows up. It's part of a series.) , and others which I don't remember.
Vertigo…sorry. Didn't mean to leave ya hanging. Here's the next chapter. I have a similar accent myself (when I get upset and Mom ain't around)
Vampire Child…I hope you're puppy is ok! I have a little doggie who had surgery recently. You were right. I'm glad you like my work.
Stacey…check your e-mail. If you even read this far
Lady Cinnibar…Yep. Um…maybe. Wow…it is? Cool. Thank you. I'm glowing with your praise. Wink check my snowflkes story for an update soon, as well. I'm gonna make that into a longer story. Hope you like!
AlmightyTuba…GEOMETRY IS HELL!!!!! ARGH!!!!!! I need you back. You're the only thing keeping me sane in that class…well, and writing this. Come back soon!