Chapter 2

Scratching noises where heard as crayons met paper, drawing pictures. The little girl was bent over her picture. Shouting was heard from the hallway.

"I'm gonna go down there and stick that little red pen that you like so much in your eye and......shit," a cellphone was closed as a man entered the room.

"Sorry I'm late," he said and put the cellphone in his backpocket. The little girl slung her backpack over her shoulder.

"I'll be in the car," she murmured and walked into the hall. The man turned to the teacher. It was just the teacher and himself now.

"Mr. Potter, I would like to discuss some things that are bothering me..." the teacher explained.

"Harry."

"What?"

"Call me Harry." The teacher gave a small smile.

"Yes of course," she mumbled. "Carol is such a good student." Harry nodded his head with a smirk.

"I never have to tell her to do anything," she told him.

"And if you think of that as a ad thing, you'd be the only teacher that ever said so," Harry snapped. The teacher glared at him and pulled something out of the drawer beside her.

"I want you to see something. Carol's been drawing some things that have been disturbing me," the teacher explained. The drawings where of a girl who was on the floor in a pool of water, a t.v. near by, water pooled by the door.

"That's Hermione," Harry breathed.

"Yes, that's what disturbing me...I know Carol just lost her cousin and seems to be suffering emotionally and these drawings are...," the teacher murmured.

"Carol's way of working it out," Harry cut in.

"But.. she seems to be suffering emensily," the teacher said.

"She knows I'm there." Harry had a stern look on his face.

"Yes, I'm sure she does but...."

"Look, Carol just lost her cousin 3 days ago and she seems to be fine...I've got to go...."

"Wait, Mr. Potter. You said her cousin died 3 days ago." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes...so?"

"Carol drew these a week ago."

Harry was driving the car, totally amazed. 'How did she know?' His emerald eyes flicked over to Carol who was sitting in the backseat, gazing out the window. She caught him looking at her.

"What?" she asked. Harry jerked his head away from her image in the rearview mirror. He couldn't help it, he looked again.

Carol lay in her bed, only an alien night light brightning her room. Her father walked in her room. He sat on her bed.

"You okay?" Harry asked her, pulled the covers up to her chest.

"I'm fine." Harry was about to walk away when.

"I don't have much time left," Carol called after him. Harry turned to her.

"What?"

"I'm going to die soon, you know."

"No you're not, no one even knows when they are going to die so don't worry," Harry comforted her.

"Hermione did, she told me," Carol told him with wide hazel eyes.

"Hermione knew she was going to die?" Harry asked. Carol jerked her head and turned away from her father.

"Good night Harry."



~i only own Carol and i don't own the plot either *gasp* i only own the fact that the HP characters are in The Ring movie, that's it!!! Please R&R, I know a couple of people have been waiting~