A Glimpse at the Future





Disclaimer: We all know, I don't know it.
A/N: OK, I am so very sorry. My computer kind of messed up my story a bit. And I don't think I was clear, the beginning part one is really the past, and it's how everything is now. Desdemona's brother was killed. Keep in mind. This is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! Silver

P.S. I need a beta reader, my handicapped mind is driving me insane.


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Desdemona woke cold and damp in the tree house. She had finally gone to sleep. After she watched the people in the black burn her house to the ground, and listened to the blood-curdling screams of the house-elves. Her mother came home at mid-night, and Desdemona watched, watched as they stripped her mother of her clothes and raped her, then they waited until her father came home, at dawn, and tortured him too. Then as the sun hit the coast, they killed them and vanished. It was then she fell asleep.


"Desdemona?" She heard from the distance. She sat up with a start.

"Grandpa Dumbledore?" She whispered. She narrowed her eyes and crawled to the edge of the tree house and peered over the side. A head fall gray bobbed back and forward.

"Grandpa Dumbledore!" She climbed down the ladder and ran to him. He opened his arms to her, and enveloped her into a warm hug. She hugged him back. Closing her eyes, allowing her self to cry the first time.

"Oh, hush little one." He said. He picked her up and carried her to his coach. Rocking her gently. He opened the door and immediately Mrs. Weasley took her from him.

"Albus. What are we going to do?"

"We can give her to Ronald. He and Hermoine can take care of her. Then she'll go to Hogwarts and be on her own after that." He said, closing the door behind him.

"Do you think...do you think that Cornelius would want to take her in for questioning?" Molly asked looking up at him.

"No, she's far to young. Contact Ronald for us Molly, this young one has something that Voldemort wants."

Molly looked at him fearfully. "Do you mean...?"

Dumbledore nodded. "She's the one we've been waiting for. She can give Voldemort what he's been wanting, immortality and Harry Potter."

Mrs. Weasley gasped and looked at the weak 4-year-old girl in her arms.

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Desdemona woke up, for the second time that day and looked around. She wasn't home, and she wasn't in the tree house. She stood up and walked out of the room to another room, a room filled with cases of books and of old looking people in pictures talking to each other. The door to the room burst open and Dumbledore walked in with a tray of food upon it.

"Grandfather?" She mumbled.

"Dear, you shouldn't be awake as yet." He walked to the desk and rested the tray on it and sat down. Desdemona walked to him and sat on his lap. She remembered when she found out Dumbledore was her Grandfather, how everything changed, how her father changed considerably. She nuzzled her nose into his chest.

"Grandfather...is Edward OK?" She asked.

Dumbledore sighed, and held her close to him. "No Desdemona, He's not. I'm afraid to tell you, Edward's hour has passed."

Desdemona looked up at him confused. Not understanding the concept.

"He'll never come back Desdemona. He's passed away, so has you mother and your father."

Her eyes widened. Even though she knew that her parents were dead, she didn't know that Edward was dead also.

"Desdemona. I have something for you to do for me; it's something very big. You don't have to do it. You could turn it down, right now"

Desdemona contemplated on her choices. "What is it?" She asked meekly.

Dumbledore smiled. "Things in another universe isn't going as well as they should be, your mother and your father aren't getting alone at all. So says the young woman I have monitoring them. They are hateful to each other than they ever were in any of their alternate past lives. And at the rate they're going, they will never have Edward, or you."

"Isn't that good though?" Desdemona asked bitterly.

Dumbledore chuckled. "No my dear child. You see, this would be the only time you exist. You would never come to life in any other timeline but this. And therefore, upsetting the balance of time."

Desdemona looked around. "I'll do it."

Dumbledore smiled, the same twinkle. He took out his wand and handed it to her. "Tap this on your head three times and say, 2002. You'll be expected there by one o clock. Remember, you can't tell them the real reason you're there ok?"

Desdemona nodded. She took the wand from him and went back to the room. She tapped the wand against her head and whispered " 2002"

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PRESENT (Well, this is BEFORE Desdemona came.)

Ginny sat in front of the school councilor with Draco Malfoy sitting next to her. Ms. Batwell the private councilor hired for just Ginny and Draco looked at the two.

"You two need to at least talk to each other." She said soothingly.

"No, we don't." Draco snapped at her.

"Are you sexist?" Ginny asked.

"No I'm not, are you?" Draco asked, looking at her.

"Of course. But I don't snap at any guys now do I do?"

"You're snapping at me now!"

"I didn't think you were a guy"

"You third-class b-"

"Mr. Malfoy!" Ms. Batwell stood up pounding her tiny fist on the desk. "Now you two need to calm down!"

Draco sighed. "Pardon me, I have detention to serve." He got up and looked at Ginny, before walking out.

"Ms. Batwell," Ginny said moving up into her chair. "There's something wrong."

"Really Ms. Weasley?" She asked, sarcasm evident in her voice.

"Yes, you see, I have these dreams. These dreams about something, and it is have very frighten affects on me. I don't know what it about exactly. But I know, it means something. And I've been seeing and hearing things, I can even touch them. I touched it once. And it giggled and ran"

Ms. Batwell looked at her. "Maybe, it's a prank. Mr. Malfoy maybe trying to get you to say you're crazy. You might never know his motives. But be careful Virginia. He's a trickster, and you know it."

"Yeah" Ginny said loosen her tie. " Pardon me Ms. Batwell. But I have a potions test to study from."

Ms. Batwell sat back and smiled. "Yes Ms. Weasley, you're excuse." Ms. Batwell took a piece of parchment and wrote something on it. "Don't forget, our session tomorrow at 8."

"OK." Ginny took the piece of parchment from her and walked out of the council room. She walked up the stairs to the Gryffindor dorms.

"Watashi na otetsudai*" The portrait opening to and allowing her in. Ginny crawled through the portrait whole and walked up the girls dormitory. She opened the door to the 6 years dorm and went in. She changed out of her school clothes and into her pajamas. Yawning she crawled into bed. And fell asleep.


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AN: I need a beta reader, BADLY. Like I said, I'm grounded. Oh! And Watashi na otetsudai is Japanese and means, I'm trapped in here. And as you know, Ms. Batwell is one of my characters. And this is where you came in with the snakes and other creepy-crawlies PLEASE! I NEED A BETA READER!!