Please enjoy my very vague reference to whatever the big awful thing that would happen in book 5 would be. Since there was no book 5 yet, I went as non-descript as possible.
Chapter 23:
Michelle had stopped walking. She stood in front of the window again; this time looking at Harry rather than the outside.
"How long have you being dreaming about him?"
"I've been having visions specific to Voldermort for about a year now..."
"Then you saw what he did last term..." Harry got up and made his way to her.
Michelle made herself stand still. "Yes...or rather I saw visions of what he planned to do."
"Did you try and warn anyone?"
"Yes, once I understood the signs I did." Michelle could feel herself on the verge of tears. "I messed up the first time...I misread some of the visions...by the time I figured out what was really happening it was too late."
"How late was your warning?"
"I sent word the day it happened."
"And you thought you would be able to help, sending it out that late..." Harry was trying to stay calm, but the memories of his last meeting with Voldermort were rising up in his head.
"I'm sorry. I tried to do the right thing. My visions get clearer as I get older. I was just too young to understand what I was seeing. I can't tell you how awful I felt..."
"That's supposed to make it all better then..." he turned away, confused by his anger.
"No, I know it won't. I just wanted to tell you what happened."
"And this vision you had tonight, did you see Voldermort? Did you see 'the one with the scar' ?"
"Not exactly, I saw Voldermort and a knife. But, I still don't know if 'the one' is you."
"You 'still' don't know? Have you had this dream before?"
"I've been having it for months now. It's always in my head. I'm constantly trying to figure out what it means...I don't want to make a mistake this time."
He could see she was being honest with him. "I don't want you to make a mistake either." He paced the floor. "Does anyone else know?"
Michelle shook her head. "No, Dumbledore told me it would be safer if I told no one. The teachers only know I'm a Seer. They don't know anything about my dreams. Except one teacher..."
Harry interrupted, "Trelawny."
Now, Michelle was surprised. "How did you know that?"
"I saw you talking to her late one night."
"She is the Divination professor. I can ask her questions about what happened to Seers during Voldermort's reign. She's my best hope for understanding what could happen to me..." Michelle's voice dropped off. Harry could see genuine fear on her face. His anger began to subside as he looked on her. He sat back down on the bed and motioned for Michelle to join him.
"What are you going to tell the Weasleys?"
"Ron's parents figured it out so I told them most of what I've told you. They are going to explain things to the rest of the family...leaving out certain details of course. I'll be going back to school tomorrow."
"You're leaving?"
"It would be better if I did. I could have another vision. I've already scared the hell out of Ginny...she doesn't need to see that again."
"What if you do have another vision? Who'll be there to help you?"
"I'll have to talk to Dumbledore. Maybe he'll know how I can control my actions during a dream. Plus, tonight may have just been a fluke. I haven't had my dream since the night Hermione got ambused. Things were probably just building up in my head. This is the first time I've said the whole 'one with the scar' thing." She took hold of Harry's hand. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you fast enough last year; I'm sorry I've ruined things here at the Weasley's; I'm sorry I wasn't able to stay away from you..." She smiled weakly, "I'll be sure to not bother you at school or anything."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not exactly the ideal girlfriend now am I? If Voldermort finds out about me, he could try and use me against you. I can't let that happen."
"It's not going to happen. He won't find you. I won't say anything and neither will Ron or Hermione. He's taken away too many people I care about...he doesn't get you."
They fell silent for several minutes. Finally, Harry asked Michelle about the letter opener. Michelle went on to tell him the gash was a bit of a mystery to her. She remembered the knife she'd seen in her dreams before, but she wasn't sure who was stabbing whom. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, suddenly looking more weak than she had since she'd woken the house.
"You look like you've been through the wringer." Harry got up off the bed. "You need to get some sleep."
"Hopefully, I won't have another vision."
"Just in case, I"m getting rid of all the sharp objects in this room." He started opening up drawers.
"Don't bother, Mrs. Weasley already thought of that..." She slid under the covers and had started to lay down as Harry pulled one of the other beds next to hers. Harry sat his glasses on her nightstand, almost tripping as he walked to his bed. He crawled in under the covers as well. Michelle raised one of her eyebrows at him.
"I'm not letting you hurt yourself again tonight." He sat up a little. "Damn, forgot the lights."
"Not a problem..." Michelle waved her hand and the lights went out.
"Cool." Harry lay still not quite sure what he should do next.
Michelle rolled so she was to the very edge of her bed, facing Harry. Harry did the same, bringing himself closer to her. Carefully, she reached out and rested her hand on his arm.
He stroked her forearm with the long fingers of his free hand.
"Is this alright?" he asked quietly.
"This is perfect." She smiled before closing her eyes. They were both asleep within minutes.
