A/N: Hi to all my readers! It's been awhile since I last posted and I'm so so sorry! Better late than never though. Here's the next chapter! I still don't know where I'm going with this story really, who knows what might happen. *Hums a nameless tune* Oh, yeah on with the story then…

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, which is killing me because I wish I did… satisfied?

Chapter 3

It was a long day.

Although the teacher was far more cheerful than Snape ever was, they still had to deal with the Slytherins. It didn't help that one of them just happened to be their future potion's teacher. He sat two seats in front of them and kept on glaring back at both the Marauders and the dream team. He especially glared at James and Harry. Rumors of Harry being James' long lost twin had quickly spread throughout the school causing there to be much chattering and whispering around Harry and James, much to Sirius' entertainment. If it hadn't been for the 'incident', which Sirius swears was just Snape tripping on his own flat feet and spilling potion on himself, the class would have seemed to be stuck in time.

"At least she was nicer than Snape," said Harry in almost a whisper.

"Harry, Fluffy could have been our teacher and have been 'nicer' than Snape." Hermione slapped Ron on the shoulder and made shushing noises when he said this.

"You don't want them to hear do you?" By them she meant the Marauders and Lily, just ahead of them. Ron merely grumbled something about pestering girls who worried too much under his breath in reply.

"Professor Henkel was a nice teacher though. She actually smiled, and more than once too," said Harry attempting to break the tension building up between his two friends.

"Personally, I think she had some fascinating outlooks on the theories of potions."

"Yeah, though I don't find her idea of homework very 'fascinating'. A two page essay on the many theories of potions is not the way to start off with a new teacher," replied Harry with a look of distaste on his face.

"Well if you don't wait until the last minute like you usually do, you won't have to worry. At least she's allowing us more time than even Professor Snape on a good day would give."

"Did my ears deceive me, or did I actually hear an insult directed towards a teacher come from your mouth, 'Mione?" Hermione glared at Ron in a way that said, 'don't push it or else.' Ron noticed this and suddenly became very interested in his shoes.

"Hey, Harry, Ron, Hermione. You don't want to be late for class do you?" They looked up to find the Marauders looking back at them inquiringly.

"I'll see you two in care for magical creatures then," said Hermione. Then in a lower voice she said, "Don't get into trouble you two." She then went down another hallway to follow Lily to her Arithmancy class before Ron could make any protests. Ron grumbled a little more but set his mind to getting to Divination.

"Well let's see how much this divination's teacher is a fraud as Trelawney was. Hey, maybe they'll predict your death too Harry." Harry chuckled a little at this and then went to catch up with the other boys, Ron not too far behind.

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They made their way up to the tower, climbing the all too familiar ladder to the divination's class. What Harry and Ron faced next confused them immensely.

"No chairs or tables?" Harry looked around to see candles randomly placed around the floor with several large plush pillows circling each.

"Usually we have them," said James. Apparently they weren't the only ones confused by this display, "I wonder what's up." They all took a seat each on one of the pillows, hoping that the teacher would soon explain. Students filed in and took seats with confused looks in their eyes. Chatting started and soon the whole room was abuzz with talk. Ron turned to Sirius who was by him then.

"Who's the teacher Sirius?"

"Professor Kismet. She can seem like a bit of a crack pot at times but she's actually quite good." Their conversation was cut short by a door opening at the back of the room. The room became immediately quiet as a woman in her mid thirties stepped in. Her emerald robes swished with every movement she made, causing the silver embroidering of roses encircling the sleeves to catch the light of the candles, which had immediately lit themselves when she entered. As she walked along the open space, gazing down at her students with shining honey-brown eyes, the lights of the lamps slowly dimmed until all that lit the room was the candles. Ron leaned over to Harry, lowering his voice so that he alone could hear.

"You have to admit, she's got a heck of an entrance." Harry nodded but kept his eyes on the teacher. There was something about her that was more… real. She didn't have such a false act around her as Trelawney had. She soon reached the place where Harry and Ron sat and her gaze finally fell on them. The candlelight illuminated her face in a way that made her appear ageless.

"Ah, Harry, Ron. Welcome to my class. As I am sure your fellow students have told you," her eyes quickly flicked to Sirius then back to them, "I am Professor Kismet. I hope you find me more… genuine than your previous teacher, though I'm sure she had the true sight at times." Both Harry and Ron nodded and smiled. Harry felt a bit unnerved, though his outward appearance was unfazed. What she had just said was practically what he was thinking before. And she said she, she! They could have had a male teacher but she chose to say she. He stored this information at the back of his mind when she turned to the rest of the class though, for further inspection later.

"Class, I'm sure you've all been wondering why the classroom is like this today," she made a gesture, taking in all of the pillows and candles. Several heads nodded and she continued, "Today I would like to teach you how to see the future through meditation. It is similar to telling the future from dreams, but with less of the nonsense that usually is included in dreams. What you see can either be symbolic for something or it will show what exactly happens. The symbols are usually more surreal than the true vision though." She walked to the end of the room and turned to face the entire class again.

"Now, I want you all to make sure your legs are crossed. Girls may kneel but it can be uncomfortable. Now rest your hands on your knees, palms up or down whichever feels right to you," She waited as everyone got situated and then continued, "Once you have done this you need to fix your eyes on the candle before you. Watch how the flame flickers…"

Harry watched the flame of the candle waver in the faint breeze of the room.

"… Think of nothing but this flame and my voice…"

Her voice seemed to slow its ability to sink into Harry's thoughts as he watched the flame. The flickering seemed to become more of a dance before his eyes and the sound of Professor Kismet's voice, the beat that it turned and twisted to.

"… Just relax… relax your mind and watch the flame…"

He did relax. Though his eyes still steadily gazed upon the flame as if in fascination of the elegance that something so minute could carry, the rest of him seemed to go slack. He still sat in a sitting position, but it looked more relaxed. As he continued to watch the flame dance to his surprise, yet he felt as if he expected it all along, the flame fanned out. It grew, thinning itself to the transparency of glass. It grew into a pillar up to two feet high. He watched in amazement as it bent before him.

Suddenly without warning it shot out at him, straight for his eyes. He could not react to it, except to stiffen in surprise. He braced himself for what he expected to be a searing of his retina, but instead encountered a warm sensation in his eyes.

He was then hit with several pictures at once. It took mere seconds for them to sort themselves out into order and then they flashed through quickly, like a muggle movie on fast forward. Scenes of burning houses flashed then disappeared, replaced by several women children and men running. Their screams seared into Harry's mind like a hot poker. He felt himself bite into his lower lip to hold in the scream that wanted to emit from his own mouth, drawing blood. The scenes seemed to jump back to normal speed as they landed on a scene of four figures. The figures came closer and Harry could now see them as a stag, a dog, a rat, and a girl. He knew immediately who the animals were and by the red hair, he could tell that this was Lily. They all crept along the school grounds, hiding themselves in shadows. As they passed through one shadow near the school, the dog and the stag turned back into James and Sirius. Sirius picked up the rat, which was Peter and gently placed him in his pocket. James, Sirius, and Lily then disappeared underneath the invisibility cloak. This wasn't the end of the scene though. Harry's 'eyes' seemed to follow where they were though he could not seen them. He suddenly felt cold, very cold. He could feel himself shiver and the scene before him seemed to darken. Three dark hooded figures glided along the school grounds heading straight for where Harry could feel the presence of the cloaked friends. They were moving fast. Soon the three dementors circled the friends and out of sheer fright the cloak was dropped. Lily fell to her knees, a silent shout of terror coming from her mouth. James wrapped an arm around her protectively, but looked drained himself. Sirius moved in closer to his friends, the effects of the dementors causing him to recoil into an appearance that gave the impression of a dog with its tail between its legs and ears laid flat in fright. Peter couldn't be seen but one of Sirius' pockets shuddered.

The dementors moved slowly closer…

Before Harry could see what happened to them, a light flashed and the warmth receded from his eyes back into a flickering flame before him. He then looked around to see everyone staring at him, some in awe and confusions, others suspicion.

"D-Did anyone else see that?"

"See what Harry?" Ron looked at Harry in confusion.

"The flame! Didn't it grow and then shoot towards anyone elses eyes?"

"All I saw was you stiffen and then your eyes started to glow. After a few seconds you shivered and we could see your breath, as if it were suddenly cold but it wasn't cold one bit in here," James put in, who was right across from Harry.

"Harry," He looked up to see a serious faced Professor Kismet looking down at him, "What did you see?"

"I… I saw, burning houses. People running, screaming. I could… hear their screams. It was so real, and then…"

"And then," Kismet encouraged. Harry didn't want to continue though. His eyes quickly shot to where the Marauders sat and then back to Kismet. He calmed his nerves and then made sure to have his mind shields fully up, assuring that there would be no invasions to his memories of the vision. He then looked the teacher straight in the eyes.

"And then the light retreated back into a flame." Professor Kismet looked ecstatic, ignorant to the fact that he had hidden something from her.

"It would seem you have the gift Harry. Not many can see this way, not even the greatest of seers. Usually those with this gift of sight though, can only see the future this way and through dreams I'm afraid. It is far more accurate than nearly anything else though." Harry merely ignored her joyfulness and looked over towards Ron. Ron noticed him and gave a short, quick nod telling that he understood. The bell suddenly rang for the class to dismiss and Harry jumped up and quickly headed towards the trap door.

"Harry, dear. I look forward to the next class," Harry heard from Professor Kismet before he was fully down the ladder. He ignored her though and headed off to his next class, only waiting long enough for Ron to catch up.

"You going to tell me what happened," Ron asked out of the corner of his mouth. Harry looked back towards James and his friends, just getting down the ladder and now heading towards them.

"I'll tell you later. This is something both you and Hermione should hear... and Snuffles. We can go to his office after class." Ron nodded and they continued on to their next class, Care of Magical Creatures.

A/N: Cliffie!!! I hope you like this chapter and I hope that you review. The more reviews I get, the happier I am, and the happier I am the more I want to write!

*The sun rises, mist dissipates. Time for Mystic Winds slumber.* Day bad, night good. (And that's the honest truth.)