Disclaimer: Bush might be our president, but J. K. Rowling is our queen (take that England!). She owns everything in this story and pretty much in this world.

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Chapter 2: Ron's Task

The next day, to Ron's annoyance, he had to befriend Lavender.

"Hey Lavender." He said, sitting next to her in the library. She was sitting alone.

"Hi." She said, looking puzzled. "What do you what?"

"Nothing. Just to talk." Ron said, thanking Merlin that none of her friends were there to witness this embarrassment.

"Okay." Lavender said, still confused.

"What are you reading?" Ron asked, not really interested but trying to keep up a conversation.

"Hogwarts, A History." She said.

"You've got to be joking me." Ron said, lightening up a little.

"What?" Lavender laughed. "It's very interesting!"

"No it's not." Ron said. "Hermione has recited practically the whole bloody book to me, it's boring." He laughed.

"Oh my gosh, do not mention that bitches name to me." Lavender said. Then, catching Ron's glare said, "Sorry. It's just, I don't like her."

"Well, that was kind of obvious." Ron said with a laugh.

"She always thinks that she's right." Lavender sighed.

"She normally is." Ron said.

"But she wouldn't even listen to me when I told her that Neville was going to hurt himself." Lavender said, hate in her voice.

"How did you know?" Ron asked, hoping that it wasn't too soon to bring it up.

"I-" Lavender started, but stopped herself. "I just. I just knew." She said simply, to Ron's displeasure.

It had been over a week, and Lavender and Ron had become great friends. But she still didn't tell him about her premonitions. They had a great time together, to Ron's surprise. They were very close, but Lavender still kept her secret.

"This isn't working!" Hermione exclaimed one day in the common room. "She should have told you by now!"

"Why don't you just tell her that you know?" Harry asked.

"Because if she isn't ready to tell on her own then she won't be ready to tell what she is actually predicting." Hermione said. "You'll just have to get closer to her." She told Ron.

"But we are close." Ron said. "Close as friends can get."

"Then you'll just have to be more then a friend." Hermione said.

"You want me to humiliate myself and ask out the prettiest girl in our school?" Ron asked, Hermione glared at him.

"You'll live." Hermione spat, a little jealous that Ron thought that Lavender was prettier then her (someone has a crush!).

So the next day, Ron did what he had to do, for Harry's sake.

"Hey Lav? Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked her at breakfast. Lavender got up from her seat with her friends, and followed Ron out into the entrance hall.

"What is it?" Lavender asked when they were away from everyone else.

"I just want to. ask you something." Ron said, mentally slapping himself for being so bad at this.

"Okay." Lavender said with a smile.

"We are. really good friends, right?"

"Yea." Lavender laughed at Ron's lose for words.

"Well, I was thinking. maybe-" Ron stuttered, but was cut off by Lavender.

"I would love to be your girlfriend." She said, to Ron's relief. It suddenly dawned on Ron that Lavender must have predicted this happening. He smiled to himself, wondering, 'how long did she know?'.

So Ron and Lavender were a couple (how cute!). The letters kept on finding their way to Harry, getting more scary each time.

You know Potter, I could kill you right now and no one would notice. But don't worry, when I do kill you, then it will be when you least expect it.

"That's it, we have to tell Dumbledore. He'll know what to do." Hermione said, but before the last word left her mouth, the letter disincarnated, right in Harry's hands.

"It's no use. I checked the box that I was keeping all of the letters in, and they're all gone. Must have disappeared like this one." Harry said, looking gloomy.

"We really need you to find out what Lavender is seeing, Ron." Hermione said. "Before it's too late."

"Fine. We're going on a date tonight. I'll bring it up then." Ron said, hoping that it would go over well.

Ron and Lavender went to the Three Broomsticks for their date.

"Lavender-" Ron started.

"Ron, I have to tell you something." Lavender cut in quickly. "I know that you already know this, but I'm psychic."

"How did you know?"

"Ron, were you not listening? I'm psychic. I knew a week ago." Lavender said.

"Oh, well, can you see everything?" Ron asked.

"I don't think so. Not yet anyway. The day we met in the library I wasn't looking at Hogwarts, A History."

"Thank God." Ron said.

"I was looking at books on predicting the future. They said that it usually comes when the person is in their teens. It takes a few years, and a lot of self control, to see everything." Lavender whispered, not wanting everyone in the place to know.

"What have you seen so far?" Ron asked, hoping that she wouldn't change the subject.

"Well." Lavender said, thinking hard. "I knew about most of the relationships between people a day before they did. Like Fred and Angelina."

"Fred's going out with Angelina?!" Ron asked with surprise.

"Not yet. But by tomorrow they will be." Lavender said with a smile, liking that she knew something that someone else didn't. "I also know that Malfoy is going to fall off of his broom during the next Quidditch match." She said with an evil grin. "I don't think I'm gong to warn him about that."

"Do you normally warn people?"

"I try to. But they never believe me. So I just keep them to myself now. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just." Ron said, trying to not make it seem like he was using her to get predictions. "Harry has been getting a lot of threatening letters lately, and I was just wondering who it was."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I have had any premonitions about that." Lavender said truthfully. "I'll tell you if I do. How bad are the letters?"

"Bad. They keep threatening to kill him. Saying that they are even more powerful then You-Know-Who." Ron said. Lavender looked worried.

"You know, I've read about trying to control what you predict. I could try to find out who it is. It just takes a lot of energy." She said.

"Really? Thanks." Ron said with a smile, seeing a little hope. "What is it like when you get a premonition?"

"It depends. If it's something small, like knowing that something is going to fall over, it's nothing. It takes up no energy, and it's not noticeable at all. It just looks like I've zoned out for a second. But if it's big, like someone dieing or something, then it's like I've fainted or something. It takes up tons of energy." Lavender said, but added, "I haven't had any of those yet."

"Does anyone else know?" Ron asked.

Lavender thought for a second, the laughed, "No, I guess not. You're the only one I've told." Then added, "Please don't tell anyone. I don't want people to start asking me to predict their future."

"I won't." He said, making Lavender smile. "But you can't tell about Harry's letters." Lavender agreed, and they changed the topic to Quidditch.

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A/N: So how is it so far? Tell me!!! Please!!! But no flames, they hurt my already dangerously low self-esteem ^__^