Chapter Fourteen Future

"How was it Harry? Was Snape dreadful or what?" Hermione sat down beside Harry in the library.

"Angel's teaching me." Harry said, not looking up from his work.

"Well.. How was it?" Hermione pushed.

Harry shrugged.

"Harry. tell me."

"Nothing you would understand."

"How do you know?"

"I just know, okay."

"Hey, Hermione. Hey Harry!" Ron sat down on the other side of Harry. "What are we fighting about?"

"Harry won't tell me what happened during Occlumency class." Hermione puffed, crossing her arms and leaning back.

"Well, maybe he doesn't want to talk about it." Ron argued. Harry never liked his friends better.

"Oh, grow up Ron! Harry needs to talk to us, we're his friends!"

"We don't talk to him about everything!"

"Yeah, but our everything isn't like his."

"How so?" Ron snapped.

"Well, his is important and difficult. He needs our help."

"What if he's doing fine on his own?"

Harry shut his book. Hermione and Ron didn't look at him, barely noticed his being there. He smirked widely. He put the book back in his back and snuck his wand out and held it under the table.

"Harry needs to tell us so we can help!"

"Hermione, leave the guy alone. Everyone is always jumping down his damn neck for information!"

"Legilimens" Harry said under his breath. He was staring intently in Ron's eyes. Ron straightened up and his eyes were held wide open. A bear changed into a spider.a howler hissing at him..a boy, swelled with pride tied to a pale, scrawny man..fury, hatred and loath arose from somewhere when Victor Krum and Hermione were dancing at the Yule Ball..

"What. was. that?" Ron breathed when Harry broke the connection.

"What was what?" Hermione barked.

"I saw things. images of when I was scared or mad.."

"What?" Hermione said a touch of disbelief.

Ron and Hermione looked over at Harry. He quickly shoved his wand in his pocket. "What did you see?" He asked, as though he didn't know.

"Err. well. Fred and George changing my bear into a spider. mum's howler. walking out with Pettigrew.. Kru.. How come it happened?" Ron saved, not wanting to say the last part.

Harry grinned. "What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked, looking at him.

"Nothing!" Harry chimed standing up.

"Are you smiling because I'm scared of my bear changing into a spider because if you are."

Harry chuckled, "No, it's not that. How about we go see Hagrid?"

"Can't," Hermione said.

"Why..?"

"Because he's gone to the Order. left right before we found you."

"Oh," Harry sat back done.

The next morning Harry was the only one in the dorm to wake up early. Hermione, Neville and Ron didn't have class till after lunch. Harry really wanted to sleep in like them, but his curiosity about what his private class today would be got him out of bed. He ate with Mark and Ginny and then skipped off to the dungeons. This time when he entered to room, it wasn't empty. Angel was sitting on the desk. She was leaned back on her hand, her eye partly closed.

"Good morning Professor!" Harry said as he took the only seat in the room.

Angel didn't answer. and it was doubtful she heard him.

"Angel? Are you okay?"

Angel sat up straight. "HE WHO LIVES AMOUNGST THE DEAD IS NOT GONE FOR GOOD. ONE WHO TRULY SHEDS HIM LOVE HE WILL BRING HIM BACK, BUT BE WARNED. THE DOG OF THE NIGHT WILL NOT REMEMBER PASSED HIS HAPPIEST TIME." Angel said mysteriously.

"ANGEL!" Harry tapped her on the cheek.

Angel shook her head, "What Harry?" She demanded.

"What were you talking about?

"What do you mean by that, I dozed off."

"You had a trance." Harry instated.

"Really?" Angel said, now smiling like a fool. "What did I say?"

"Something about someone living among the dead is not gone for good and when someone loves him he will come back. I don't know."

Angel started crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was smilingly wider than ever. "Harry, you have to remember. did I really say that?"

"Err. yeah." Harry was completely confused.

Angel went on shaking her head. "Sorry Harry!" She said joyfully, still not able to wipe the smile off her face. "Okay, this is the experiment. You see, your dad's cousin was a very, very skilled seer. Since it is in your blood, we were going to try it out."

"Divinations." Harry groaned. "But I hate that subject."

"Between you and me. you weren't taught properly. Harry grinned slightly. "Don't get me wrong, I love Trawnley, she just can't control her sight."

"Right.."

"Anyway. we are going to try a charm. it's one where you can read minutes into the future, its quiet neat." Angel was still smiling. "Okay, Furo-Five" Angel closed her eyes. "Humm. Mark is going to hit his head on a table in Charms and have to go to the hospital wing. might have to go check on him."

Harry laughed and said sarcastically. "Nice one.. What now. is a dragon going to swoop down upon the castle?"

"It might," Angel said, "Charlie has to take me to the Order tonight for some business. don't know how though." Harry dropped his mouth open. "Anyway, you try it Harry. Just concentrate and keep your mind clear."

"Okay." Harry gulped, closed his eyes and waved his wand in the air. "Furo-Five." Harry was waiting for a whispering voice or a mystified scream. but nothing. "I don't hear anything."

"Clear your mind Harry, the only reason you aren't hearing anything is because you aren't listening."

"WHAT?" Harry was getting very angry now. Not listening. what was he listening to?

"Calm down Harry. you'll understand. a bit odd at first, but just calm down and try it again." Angel said sweetly.

"Okay." Harry gripped his wand again, now feeling extremely stupid for waving his wand around in the air and nothing happening. "Furo-Five!" He shouted. 'Clear your mind. no thinking no..'

His mind blackened and he appeared in a dark room. He saw a chair's back. "Let me go!" Hissed a familiar voice.

"Must we go though this again Sibyl?" said a high pitched voice from the chair.

"I told you, time and time again. I don't know what you are talking about!" Trawnley cried, kneeling on the floor.

"Sibyl, Sibyl. don't make me do this again. tell me the prophesy!" The man from the chair screamed.

"I don't know the prophesy, I don't know. I don't know I don't know!" Trawnley repeated over and over again.

"I gave you a chance! CRUCIO!" The man hissed and Trawnley fell to the floor screaming.

"Angel.Trawnley. Prophesy. Curse. Help. Now!" Harry stammered, breathlessly.

"Good job Harry, I really didn't except you do to that well for some time." Angel said happily. "So how about we."

"Do you not understand the words coming out of my mouth or what?" Harry screamed, finding his voice. "Voldemort has Trawnley and he's cursing her because she won't tell him the Prophesy!"

"I know," Angel said sadly.

"And haven't you done anything about it!" Harry demanded.

"Because I've seen it too. saw it as soon as Bellatrix grabbed her. we've tried, but it's too risky." Angel whispered.

"Just brake in and get her!"

"Oh come off it, how dumb would that be? Half the Order would die trying and it's not even guaranteed that we will get her alive."

"What if they get the prophecy?" Harry was now nervous than ever. Not because his teacher was near death but because his and Neville's life and of everyone actually was in trouble.

"More than likely they won't. When you have such a prediction, you can't recall them. like the one she had about Peter returning to his master and me not knowing what I said when you walked in. For telling Prophecies is something no human can do. it's like a magic force or something like that speaking through those who are open enough to let them. when you become open enough there isn't much room for your senses to take in what they're saying."

"Okay, that makes no sense at all." Harry cut his hand through the air.

"Well, I guess we aren't very good at avoiding traumatizing events, so we'll end there. Just practice that spell, and if anything more than what you saw happens, go straight to Dumbledore, don't bother with me, okay."

Harry walked out of the class room hating Angel more than he thought possible. He hadn't seen into the future and neither had she. Mark didn't even have Charms that morning. and if she really believed him about the Trawnley thing, she would have done something about it, not blow it off. What he saw was probably Voldemort trying to get him to come save his teacher or something, or stop him from getting the Prophecy. Harry wasn't going to fall for that again; as much as he hated Angel right now he did believe her about one thing. what she said about Trawnley not being able to tell anything about what she said 17 yes ago. Yet, perhaps it was Harry truly wanting that to be true that he believed it so willingly.

"HARRY!" Miley was sprinting toward him. "I've. been.looking.everywhere.for.you." Miley said, out of breath. "He.vants.to.see.you."

Miley forced her hand in Harry's and drug him down the corridor, up some stairs, down some stairs. "Miley, where are you taking me. who want to see me?"

Miley did answer, she just threw open the hospital wing door and pushed Harry inside.

"HARRY!" an excited small voice squealed. "I hit my head. isn't that great!"

"Deary, hold still. hitting your head isn't great, let me pack you up. Markus Evans!" Pomfrey yelled when Mark jumped out of bed and showed his bright red hair passed the curtain.

"Mark! You hit your head!" Harry said in disbelief. His mouth ran dry and he couldn't move. Angel had been right.. "Where." Harry said dryly.

"On the Charm desk!" Mark piped sitting back down for Madam Pomfree to take care of him.

"But you didn't have charms this morning." Harry debated.

"I was going to ask Professor Flickwick if Professor Sprout could borrow a spell book. Adam McCabe went with me and thought it was funny it he made me slip. I fell and hit my head on the corner of a desk." Mark was talking so fast word where slurred together.

Harry blink, opened his mouth, shut it again and then opened it again and shut it once more.

"Hello Mark! Are you okay?" Angel came walking into the hospital wing.

"How did you know?" Mark gasped.

"New travels fast in Hogwarts." Angel winked at Harry, but he turned his head.

"Just stay in here the afternoon so I can make sure that everything is okay and the womb won't open again." Madam Pomfree threw the curtain open and left for her office.

Angel sat down on the bed opposite of him. "Feel okay?"

Mark grinned and went into a full detailed description of what Madam Pomfrey did to him. Harry was glued to the spot, not moving closer or farther ways.

"Black, Potter. Oh my, kind of scary saying those names together." Harry turned his head to see McGonagall standing in the door way.

"And why is that scary?" Angel asked sweetly.

"Well, just odd I guess. a Potter, a Black and my word, even an Evans!" Professor McGonagall made a cross on her chest with her hand. "Those three minus Evans and adding Lupin made Hogwarts about as unlivable as ever! Fred and George gave them a run for their money, but I don't believe they were as trouble-some as Potter and Black."

"We will have to keep that in mind, won't we Harry." Angel winked.

"Oh, my. I'm giving you ideas!" McGonagall threw he hands up in the air with a great sigh. "You too need to leave Evans to her. his sleep. Lunch is already on the table." With that she left.

"Hey Harry." Harry looked around to see Angel coming to him. "I say we do our fathers proud."

"How.?" Harry said with a grin.