DISCLAIMER: I didn't create Harry Potter, however much I wish I had. All characters and everything else from the books are the property of JK Rowling. Andromeda walked out of Herbology an hour later, her fingers full of bites from the Venomous Tentacula seeds and her mind full of thoughts about Lucius Malfoy.
"Forget about him, Andi!" Charlotte said firmly as they walked to Divination. "Come on—last year you wouldn't even look at the guy. Now you're spending every waking moment thinking about him. He's not worth it."
Andromeda shrugged and started up the silvery ladder leading to the classroom.
The Divination classroom was notoriously cold and dark. Sybill Trelawney told Andromeda during one of their winter lessons last year, "If I ever teach Divination here, a fire is going to be burning. All—the—time."
"Andi, listen to me," Charlotte begged as they took seats in the front of the classroom in overstuffed armchairs. "Forget about Malfoy! You could start going after someone else! What about...like, Ted Tonks? You're always joking around with him, right?"
"Well, yeah," Andromeda admitted, "But he was brought up by Muggles, though, which presents a problem."
"I don't see any problem," Charlotte said indignantly. "What's wrong with being brought up by Muggles?"
"Charlotte," Andromeda said impatiently, "Mother would kill both Ted and I if I ever brought him home or if she found out we were dating."
"Well, I still think you ought to—,"
"Welcome to Divination, class," a soft, smooth voice rang through the room, and their teacher, Professor Caelaen, was brought into view by the single lamp lighting the classroom.
Morgan Caelaen was a very young, very pretty woman. She had gorgeous long, curly blonde hair and was dressed in rich purple robes that glittered softly when they hit the light. She turned her head toward Andromeda and stared at her for a moment.
"Having troubles, my dear?" Professor Caelaen said softly, leaning across Andromeda's table to whisper confidentially, "Family troubles?" she paused, then with a small smile, whispered, "Boy troubles?"
Andromeda nodded and traced a tiny burn mark in the table with her finger.
"Andromeda," Professor Caelaen said, standing up straight and looking down at her. When she continued, her voice was firm and loud. "You have the Gift, Andromeda. You have the Gift to See. You can See what will happen in either scenario, can you not?" she winked at Andromeda and clapped her hands, "Right then! Bring out Unfogging the Future, review the chapter on crystal balls, and then you can get started with the crystal ball on your table. For homework: a detailed essay on what you Saw, to be handed in on Thursday. All right, get started!"
As this was a N.E.W.T. level course, there were only six students in the class—Andromeda, Charlotte, Sybill Trelawney, Ted Tonks, Thia, and a Slytherin named Andrew Cartwright. Andromeda gazed around the room for a moment before she opened Unfogging the Future. Ted and Sybill were paired at one table. Ted was staring hopelessly at the crystal ball while Sybill read bits of the chapter out loud to him. Thia and Andrew hadn't opened their books but were flirting very obviously with each other.
Shaking her head, Andromeda opened her book and skimmed the crystal ball chapter very quickly.
"Empty your mind of all emotions and concerns and look deep into the ball," Charlotte read aloud. She looked up at Andromeda. "You're better at this than me. You try."
"Okay," Andromeda shrugged and pulled the crystal ball closer to her. She focused on a point deep within the crystal ball and gazed at it for a moment until her mind was completely clear. Then she began to See.
Swirling fog clouded the ball for a few seconds, then the figures within it came into sharper view—Larissa Black, Narcissa, and Lucius Malfoy, sitting in the parlor of the Blacks' home, talking. Andromeda couldn't hear them, but by the way they all looked grave and pale and were leaning in to talk to each other, she could tell it wasn't a very happy subject. Lucius stood up very suddenly and said something to Narcissa, who shrugged, nodded, and turn to appeal to her mother—but her mother wasn't there anymore. Narcissa looked down and let out a scream that was silent to Andromeda. Their mother was lying spread-eagled on the cold stone floor, motionless.
Andromeda shrieked and tore her gaze upward. Professor Caelaen came running toward her, crying, "What is it, Andromeda? What have you Seen?" Professor Caelaen was very pale and looked extremely anxious.
"My—my mother," Andromeda gasped and stared up at the professor. "My mum—she—she—she was dead."
"You're predicting a death, did you say?" asked the professor, who had gone very white. Andromeda nodded slowly. Professor Caelaen sank into the chair beside her and said, "Class dismissed. Oh, except you, Andromeda. I think we should talk about what you Saw—be very—very sure."
"I am sure!" Andromeda insisted. "Professor Caelaen, I Saw—,"
"Morgan," the professor said quietly.
"What?" Andromeda said, staring at her, her mouth slightly open.
"I want you to call me Morgan," she replied. "I am only three years older than you, after all, and when you are comfortable with someone—or your surroundings—it makes it so much easier to See."
"Oh...right," Andromeda said quickly. "Well, Prof—Morgan—I Saw my mum die. She was talking with my sister Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy—,"
"The one you are having problems with," Morgan interrupted. "His mother is Artemis Malfoy, yes?"
"Yes," Andromeda said, "but they were talking, and Lucius stood up and said something to Cissa, and Cissa turned to talk to Mother, but Mother was lying on the floor, dead."
Morgan's eyes narrowed. "Very well, Andromeda," she said and stood up. "I will, of course, be speaking with Professor Dumbledore about this. Oh, and one more thing, Andromeda. How, exactly, did you know that your mother was dead?"
Andromeda looked up at her. "I—what?"
"I said," Morgan repeated, "how are you so sure that you mother was dead?"
"Well..." Andromeda began, still looking at Morgan a little strangely. "I mean...she was just lying there and...and...well, Narcissa was screaming," she finished lamely.
"Did Lucius seem concerned at all?" Morgan asked, sitting back down.
"Well, no," Andromeda admitted, thinking carefully about what she had Seen. "He...he seemed...pleased about it," Andromeda realized. She was beginning to feel sick. "But Lucius..." she wanted to say that Lucius wouldn't be please about it, that he wouldn't do something like that—but she wasn't sure about that anymore.
"Andromeda, you know what you Saw," the professor said, and strode away into her office, closing the door behind her.
Andromeda was halfway to the trapdoor before she realized what her vision meant.

"You think Lucius is going to kill your mother?" Rory whispered as she dropped shrivelfigs into her cauldron. "But why would he do that?"
It was two hours later, in Potions class. Andromeda had just finished telling Liz, Rory, and Charlotte about Divination class. "I don't know," Andromeda sighed. "I do know that my mother always talks about Artemis Malfoy, and it isn't ever anything nice. But then again, hardly anything my mother says is nice."
Charlotte laughed. "Yeah, Andi, I can relate," she said. "But he'd kill your mum just because she hates his? Sorry, Andi. I saw enough detective television shows this summer to know that's not a good motive for murder." Charlotte lived with her uncle, who was a Muggle.
Rory, who didn't take Muggle Studies, swiveled around on her stool to look at Liz. "What," she asked, "is television?"
"A box," Liz began, quoting their textbook, "filled with moving pictures or images, usually telling a story or promoting a product, caused by—,"
"Can we stay on subject, please?" Andromeda cut in sharply. "I want to know why Malfoy would kill my mum."
"Muggles watch a box," Rory continued incredulously, "for entertainment?"
"Rory, ple—,"
"Yes," Charlotte answered indignantly. "It's very entertaining."
"A box," Rory repeated.
"Yes!" Charlotte screeched. Her face was burning as she glared at Rory. "I have half a mind to curse you until you—,"
"Knock it off, you two!" Andromeda cried. She dropped powdered unicorn horn into her cauldron and watched her potion intently as it started hissing and spitting lime green sparks.

Hours later, Andromeda was collapsed on an armchair in the common room, her head throbbing. She was sitting staring into the fire, with one hand pressed against her forehead. "Headache?" Ted Tonks had dropped into the chair across from her. "Yeah," Andromeda answered. She sat up a little straighter and turned away from the fire to watch him. "It's probably because of Rory and Charlotte fighting; they've been going at it since lunch. Right now, they're up in your dorm chucking things at each other," Ted told her, his dark green eyes shining and a grin spreading across his mouth. "Doesn't surprise me," Andromeda sighed. Her head was hurting more than ever. "It's more like they've been going at it since our first year. They drive me crazy."
Ted ran a hand through his curly brown hair. "Anyway, Andi, I was just wondering if you saw the notice board..." he pointed to it, as though he thought Andromeda might have forgotten where it was, "where it says we're going into London on the 21st?"
"Oh—yeah, I did," Andromeda replied. "So, um—you going?" As soon this was out of her mouth, Andromeda desperately wished she could take it back. What a stupid thing to ask, of course he was going, he had to.
Ted grinned at her. "Yeah, thought I might," he said. "D'you...um...want to hang out with me while we're there? I mean, to—to help each other with the assignment and all, you know."
Andromeda looked up at him again—his green eyes, dark hair, tan skin, great grin and all the rest—and thought briefly of what Lucius would say. Then images of him with her sisters forced their way into her mind, and she made her decision.
"I'd love to," Andromeda said.

Three weeks passed very slowly, and on the morning of September 21st, Andromeda met Ted outside the Great Hall. She walked up to him after she had eaten. Smiling, she said, "Hi," and he grinned back at her.
"Morning, Andi," he said, still grinning, "You look great."
"Why, thank you," Andromeda replied, striking a pose and laughing. She was wearing faded bell bottom jeans and an unzipped navy blue jacket over a dark pink tank top. A purse was slung over her shoulder and she had braided her hair so it fell in a thick plait down her back. "You do, too," she added, looking him up and down.
"Thanks," Ted said. He was wearing jeans and a white tee-shirt with "OXFORD" stamped across it in bold letters. "Here, let me carry that for you." He picked up her suitcase and immediately pretended to be knocked down by the weight of it. "Andi," he grinned at her again. "You do know we'll only be there for three days, right?"
"Oh, shut up," Andromeda answered, making a face at him. "I packed all my Muggle stuff I bought over the summer. You know, just in case I need it all."
"Ah, I see," Ted nodded. "So you had to pack fifty shirts and ten pairs of jeans and three pairs of shoes, just in case you might need them."
"Exactly," Andromeda said. She glanced at his tiny duffel bag. "It doesn't seem like you're following the same philosophy, however."
"Nope," Ted said, lifting up his bag with his pinky finger. "I pride myself on my ability to go three days on one pair of jeans and two tee- shirts."
Andromeda laughed. She began to talk, but was cut off by the sharp blow of a whistle.
"That's Conner, let's go," Ted said. He hoisted up both of their bags and led the way to the grounds, where their class was assembled, ready to go to London.
In the middle of the group was their teacher, Professor Conner. Conner was a loud, friendly, middle-aged man. As soon as Andromeda and Ted joined the group, he beamed around at the students and said at the top of his voice, "Welcome! I hope you've packed some good Muggle clothing, but if you haven't we'll just send someone down to the shops to get you some. You all look excellent, great job dressing. Anywho, we're going to be walking down to Hogsmeade Station and taking the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station. From there, we will take Muggle cabs to Cromwell Inn, a bed-and- breakfast outside of London. When we get there, you'll receive a schedule of the trips we have planned. Understand? Good. Let's go."

And that is the end of Chapter Three. Hope everyone liked it. It took me so long because I had a huge case of writer's block for like weeks. Finally, last night at 1 in the morning I just sat down at my desk and wrote until 2. So...review and comment! -Rachel