I took a deep breath and calmed my shaking hands. The only way I was going to get this enormous responsibility of my shoulders was to tell him. But it was difficult, to scare and hurt him when I thought of him so dearly. Would he even believe me? Was this whole thing a sham in his eyes? Oh god please let him believe me!

"I need you to tell me Kilyn," he whispered folding his hands on his lap, "Just calm down and tell me, or what shall I say to comfort you?"

I looked up at his kind face and smiled lightly. I nodded my head and once again took a deep breath.

"Okay I am as calm as I'm ever going to get," I supposed feeling the pressure slide of my shoulders and the words come to my mind, "Professor this is going to be hard to believe but I know that it was Voldemorts handy work. I know that he will bring this pain upon my friends and on myself."

He nodded his clear eyes eye's unsteadying in looking at me. I felt those crystal blue eyes pierce through me like a dagger going through my heart.

"Well like all of my previous visions they acted like normal dreams," I whispered remembering vividly what I had been dreaming, "But like usual it then swirls and the colors become merged together. Creating a swirling vortex in which I have no choice but to go and see."

I paused feeling a little sick from knowing what I had to tell, or should I say reveal to Professor Dumbledore. Give me strength!

"But normally what my visions tell me is what the weather will be like or what kind of mess James is going to suggest," I smiled a little sensitive and at ease as I remembered my friends, "I came through expecting one of those things. But to my dismay I saw my friends all standing their looks of horror on their faces as I stepped through. I thought that maybe they were playing a joke on me. But still to my disappointment it was no joke. I saw Cleo step forward and be there to be blasted with the green light of the Avada Kedavra spell. Then I saw Sirius become wasted by Azkaban. After that I saw Peter being blown apart. James and Lily were killed by the same killing curse that killed Cleo."

I began to shake with the horror of reliving and retelling the whole tale of each of my friends demise. I was silent for quite a while awaiting Professor Dumbledores reply to my horrible vision.

"Kilyn," he whispered placing his withered hand on my own, "What about Remus?"

I swallowed I had forgotten about him. But I didn't want to tell Dumbledore about his ruin, how hard he had worked and all for nothing. I knew that I had to tell him.

"I saw Remus struggle with all his knowledge and still struggle in life," I stated feeling tears brimming at my eyes, "In everything he went to they wouldn't hire him, and all cause he was a werewolf. He died that way Professor, he died unable to do anything."

"Kilyn are you sure this wasn't just a horrible dream for you?" Dumbledore questioned drinking his tea.

"Professor I'm pretty sure if it was a dream I wouldn't be this troubled by it!" I stated my voice harsh and pretty level for the way I was feeling, "If for one minute you think that I like these visions that my accursed father left me. Then your wrong!"

I stood up feeling the anger that I had towards my father emanating from every part of my body. I hated these stupid visions, they caused me such pain that no body could ever understand. It felt as though someone performed the Crucaitus Curse on me countless times. I walked over to near the fireplace and sighed as I stared into the fire. What would I do if he did not believe me?

"Kilyn I would think that you liked these visions," he stated his voice sounding surprised.

"What!" I yelled, "These visions that my father passed down to me, they hurt and they tear my soul apart! I hate him for it! I hope that he rots in hell for the pain he has left me with! Him and all the others who have committed heinous crimes! I hate him!"

I banged my hand on the bricks that outlined the fireplace. I felt warm blood trickle down my hand as I calmed down. I heard the paintings around say "Why I never!" I did not care what they thought about this. How could any of them understand?

"Kilyn you don't hate him," Dumbledore said I heard him standing up, "In fact you love him all the more for giving you this gift of foresight. You love him so much that you feel it's your fault that they are dead and you still live. You feel the pain in your heart consume you, you feel that if you become angry and say you hate him that he'll come and comfort you. But Kilyn he isn't going to come back. I'm sorry but he is gone and it isn't your fault that they are dead! Do you understand me?"

I turned and saw Albus Dumbledore standing there unflinching at my anger.

"No you can't understand," I whispered feeling a tear slide down my face.

I walked out of the room and ran all the way to the Owlery. I stood there and looked outside. I felt the coldness of winter circulate around me. Feeling for once free and alive. No problems to worry about, and no visions of the future or the past bothering her. I looked outside and saw that they were coming back from Hogsmeade; they were all smiling and laughing. I screamed and screamed. I wanted to die! How could I say those horrible things about my father? I'm such a horrible person. I knelt down on my knees shaking with the suppressed emotions.