Alright, so here is Chapter Two. I hope you enjoy it, and please review!!!

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Chapter Two

"Professor-" Harry stopped imedatly as Evelyn's hand shot up. Her face seemed cold and girm, and Harry suddenly became awear that this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation. Sifting nervously in the chair, Harry watched scilently as Professor Evelyn drew herself up a chair and sat down.

"Harry, I dont fully expect you to understand what I'm going to tell you, but I ask that you at lest listen." Harry nodded slowly, "Over time, things change. We grow, and we become who we are, by the decisions, choices and the actions we take. Not everything we decied to do, we are proud of, but everything we do, will effect us in some way or another. Yet, there are some things that can't be controled, like our family, our blood, our gifts, and our cruses. As I know, you are well aware of, Voldermort transfered some of his power's to you when you where a child, and gave you a gift no money could buy. That same gift, is the large cruse and burrened anyone could carry, yet leaves simplest mark. Do you know what that is, Harry?"

"My scar?" Harry asked, unsure. Professor Evelyn smiled at him.

"Yes, Harry- your scar. What appears to be a simple lightning bolt, holds to key to all of our future's. I thought, foolishly I might add, that I understood the full extent of what the scar has given you, but I must I am wrong.

See Harry, when you passed out in the hall, you expreanced a vision. From what I'm told, this isn't your first one. However, I do believe this is your first one where you are not in the presents of Voldermort. This vision came from your own mind, and wasn't a solid picture, in fact, it was many distored I do believe?" Harry simply nodded, "Yes, but you see Harry, I do not know if these abilities where tranfered to you when you where first attacked as a child, or if was already in your blood, and I may never know. But, I do know that I can help you. I, myself, am a seerer, we are fairly common on my mother's side of the family, you see. I am worried about you, and what you saw. There is more to what you saw then you know. Unforantly, most visions are not crystal clear in there meaning, you have to deceiver them, and well one thing may mean something to one person, it could mean something compeletly different to an other. You must reach down into yourself to discover what they mean, and no book can help you with that. Which, quite frankly, between you and me, is why I dont believe Divinations can be learned in school, but dont tell your Professor I said that." Evelyn winked at Harry.

"So, you're saying that I need to look at what I saw for myself and decied what it means?"

"That is indeed what I am saying."

"But how will I know what each thing means?"

"When you sit down and think, you must open your mind up and think. Like I said, I can help you with opening your mind. If you like, I can go over this vision with you, and we can talk about it- give you a feel for determining your visions." Harry looked at Professor Evelyn, and then nodded, "Alright, when would you wish to?"

"Well.. quite honestly Professor, I would like to know what I'm up against as soon as possible." Harry commented, innoccently. Professor Evelyn nodded slowly.

"Yes, quite right." she agreed, "What did you see first?" the whole vision quickly flashed accross Harry's mind, but too fast for him to think about what he was looking at.

"I dont know.. it all happened so fast."

"Relax yourself, take it frame by frame." Harry closed his eyes, and carefully thought. The image suddenly seemed to burn itselfs into his mind.

"Draco Malfoy. He's on his broom, wand drawn and laughing." Harry answered. Harry looked up to Professor Evelyn in shock, "That's why you cancelled Quidditch!"

"Unforantly, yes." Professor Evelyn sighed, "You see Harry, much like Professor Snape when you did Occlumency, I can see bits and parts of your visions if I so choose."

"What was he planning to do?"

"I'm afraid I dont know the answer to that. As I said, I only see bits and parts, it was your vision Harry, not mine." Harry again nodded, mostly to himself, and then looked back up at Professor Evelyn as she cleared her throat, "What was the next thing you saw?"

Harry closed his eyes, the image quickly shifted back to Draco Malfoy in the long black cape, as a Death Eater. He was chaseing Harry, "Draco." Harry muttered, without opening his eyes, "He's chaseing me, and I'm trying to get to Ginny."

"Running away Home, Potty?" The words seemed burned into Harry's mind. Running away. Ginny.

"What do you make of this?"

"Malfoy... he's a Death Eater." Harry answered, quickly opening his eyes. Thousands to answers seemed to fill into Harry's head, "Ginny... I feel I have to protect her,"

"Yes, but you have always felt you have to protect people, not just Ginevra." Professor Evelyn commented, "There is more to it then that."

"More to it?" Harry echoed. Harry suddenly felt his head begin to ach. Professor Evelyn sighed deeply, as Harry's hand automatically reached for his forhead. His fingres where cold agest the burning forhead.

"I believe, that this is enough for tonight Mr. Potter."

"But, there's still more in the vision Professor-" Evelyn raised her hand to scilence Harry once again.

"And now, Mr. Potter, is not the time. You've given yourself a headach, it's quite common. I still get them sometimes when I force my mind to return to a vision. You need to get a good night's sleep. Turn the vision over in your head as you did here with me tonight. If you need to talk to me, you know where to find me."

"Yes, Professor."

"Alright then, come now- off to bed." Harry stood up, and began to walk towards the door, "And if any one gives you trouble, tell them you where with me, and they can talk to me if they do not believe you."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Professor Evelyn." Harry deprated from the Staff Room. The halls seemed strangely empty. Harry walked slowly back to his dorm, the dark quite of the school was almost comforting, no one was talking to him like he was about to die, or avioding him like the plauge, or crowding him like an angry mob.