Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, but I do own Ickle Catherine (Catherine kicks me) Ow!

Author's Note: Another lovely chapter coming up. Sorry for the delay. I've been working on Two Worlds Fight Together and sort-of A Mission (which I've given up on temporarily because of the homework load)

Catherine: Then why didn't you give up on this one? (smiles sweetly)

CrystalSparks: (hits Catherine on the head) Shut up, Cathy. You wouldn't want anything to happen to you, would you?

Blaise and Draco: Leave her alone!

Blaise: (adds) You big meanie!

Catherine: (rolls her eyes) So immature, Blaise.

Draco: Shut up.

CrystalSparks: On with the story, kids!

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"This is so stupid," Ron remarked at Divination, yawning. "Why do we have to get tested to see if we're true Seers?" Harry opened his mouth to reply, but quickly shut it. His word to Dumbledore couldn't be broken.

"I dunno," he finally answered, rolling his eyes. "Professor Trelawney isn't exactly an ordinary teacher, if you get what I mean."

"You can say that again," Ron mumbled.

"Patil, Parvati! Potter, Harry!"

Parvati, the dark Asian girl, giggled and rushed forward, disappearing behind the misty curtains. Harry sighed. He wasn't a Seer. He scowled. Why had he copied all of Ron's subjects in third year? Reluctantly, he slowly tiptoed through the light, airy curtains.

Behind the pink curtains, Professor Trelawney was sitting royally on a comfortable chintz chair. Parvati was there, her brown eyes wide at the silvery orb floating in midair. Harry groaned. Professor Trelawney ignored it.

"You first, Miss Patil. Don't be afraid," she said airily, waving her hands graciously. The orb floated toward Parvati and landed in the place where her heart should be. They waited. The orb turned bright blue.

"You've passed, dear," Professor Trelawney soothed kindly at Parvati's perplexed, frightful expression. The sixteen-year-old girl smiled brightly and marched out of the curtain. Harry could hear giggling. Lavender and Parvati.

"Now, Mr. Potter, would be the right time for you, dear," the old Seer said to him, waving her hands. The orb shot through the air rapidly, unlike it had done for Parvati. It landed on his heart with surprising gentleness. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, his mind and soul at peace. Then he heard the loud squeal of Professor Trelawney. His green eyes fluttered open, wide and alert.

"What is it?" he asked the excited professor urgently. He didn't pay an ounce of attention to the glowing green orb on his chest.

"You have the Sight, dear boy! The Sight!" Professor Trelawney screeched. Harry looked down at the orb, which was glowing bright green, as green as his eyes.

"But I couldn't possibly—"Harry began, but the teacher was trembling in excitement, and cut him off.

"You will be going into Advanced Divination with a few of the other blue and white students, Mr. Potter. Good day to you," she said, smiling brightly. Harry exited the room, scratching his head.

I have the Sight, he thought. The Heir of Slytherin was a great Seer—maybe I'm—

"Harry!" Ron cried. "How did you do?" Harry shook his head.

"What do you think, Ron?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. His friend grinned broadly.

"See you in the Common Room, mate!" the redhead called as Harry walked away, his head full of thoughts.

As the sixteen-year-old turned a corner, he saw none other than the famous Slytherin Queen Catherine Saber. But there was someone with her. A girl with shoulder-length golden hair and brilliant color-changing eyes. She looked about fifteen, and tall for her age. What was sixth-year Ravenclaw prankster Crystal Sparks doing with her worst enemy's best friend? Sensing danger, Harry leaned back against the shadows.

"A certain very naughty, ugly someone in this corridor is really bugging me," Catherine said, her sweet voice tinted with icy coolness.

"Yeah, someone very ugly is bothering me too, Saber. Hmm. Let's see. She has black-and-purple hair, huge navy eyes, and is friends with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini," Crystal said thoughtfully, saying Blaise Zabini's name with full hatred.

Harry could see the Slytherin's jaw tighten. He smiled. Crystal could always get a job well done. Why else had the staff let her skip fourth year for?

"Come on, Crysie. She isn't worth it," a voice said urgently. For the first time, Harry noticed a boy about fifteen standing nervously against the wall opposite him. He had spiky hazel hair and kind color-changing eyes. He was pretty tall, the same height as Crystal and Catherine. Of course, Harry thought. Crystal hardly ever goes anywhere without her twin brother Kevin.

"Kev, how could you say that? This little wretch's been making our lives miserable ever since her arrival. She even convinced Professor McGonagall to move me to Ravenclaw!" Crystal cried.

"And I'm proud of it," Catherine said in her sugary voice, smirking.

"Shut up," Kevin told her. "Go back to Ickle Zabini and dear old Malfoy, will you?" Harry couldn't help but snicker silently.

"Harry, come out of there," Crystal ordered. The black-haired boy groaned. Crystal's expert hearing. He made his way into the corridor, clear in sight.

"Eavesdropping again, Potter? I shouldn't wonder," Catherine mumbled, her navy blue eyes turning to him, sending a chill down his spine. She started to walk away.

"Oh, Saber," Crystal called. "Send my love to Zabini!"

"Don't worry, Sparky," Catherine said clearly. "I will. Mark my words." Harry could imagine the famous smirk on her face.

"Well, I guess we should go to the common room," Kevin stated, and started to walk in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Crystal followed him.

"Er, Crystal," Harry said. "Shouldn't you—"

"Don't worry, Harry," the girl replied. "I know where it is, and I know the password, too. Remember?" Harry nodded.

Finally, they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Hello, dears," she greeted them. "My, Miss Sparks! I was wondering when you'd come back." A smile lit up her rosy face.

"I'm not," Crystal answered sadly. "Catherine Saber's moved me to Ravenclaw."

"Pity," the Fat Lady said in the same tone of voice. "Vi and I miss talking to you. You're always welcome to visit, miss."

"Thanks," Crystal said brightly with a nod. "Caninia Laprisco."

The portrait swung open, revealing the scarlet and gold common room.

"Gosh, I miss being here," Crystal sighed. "Ravenclaw isn't the same."

"And we miss you, Crys," Ginny murmured over her Transfiguration essay.

"Ginny-bean!" the girl cried, flinging her arms over her redhead cousin.

"Way too emotional," Harry and Kevin muttered. Ginny grinned.

"Ron's waiting in the boys' dorms for you, Harry. Kev, I think you want to stay here," she said, motioning to the stairs.

"Thanks, Gin," Harry thanked her, climbing the steps to the Gryffindor Sixth Year Boys' Dormitory.

"Hi, Harry," Hermione's quiet voice greeted him as he stepped into the room.

"Hermione?" Harry said, bewildered. "But you hardly ever—"

"I know, I know, but this is an exception. Ron?" Hermione called her other friend. Ron's tall figure slipped out of his bed.

"Harry, mate, we've been wondering if there's something you want to tell us," he said cautiously. "You know, what happened in Dumbledore's office and why you were called there with Malfoy, Terry, and Susan."

"We expected you to tell us, like you usually do, but you didn't," Hermione added. Harry could see they were disappointed.

"Well," he started. He couldn't keep it from his friends any longer than this. "Well, um." He told them all about it.

Hermione landed exhaustedly on Seamus's bed. "You mean to tell us that there are real heirs of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Merlin?" she asked. Harry nodded.

"Whoa! This is really cool!" Ron gasped. "Do you have any idea who's Slytherin's heir?"

"I dunno, but I think it's Saber or Malfoy," Harry replied. "They seem like the type."

"What I'm more curious about is Merlin's heir," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I mean, whoever it is has to be very powerful, don't they?" Harry and Ron nodded.

"And who're the Lily and the Keeper of Time?" Ron said.

"We haven't found anything out about Lily, but Malfoy said that the Keeper of Time kept the time. So whoever it was, they would have thought the time we went with the Time Turner must have been appropriate," Harry answered.

"Bloody—" Ron started to say, but Hermione interrupted by saying, "Ron!"

"And I've just found out that I'm a good Seer. I mean, really good," Harry said. "If Trelawney's right."

"I really doubt it," Hermione cut off. "She's a fraud." Ron agreed.

"I hope so, Mione," Harry said softly.

Author's Note: This chapter was really hard to write. WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!!! Ugh.

Aqua Mage: Don't worry. Harry will be an heir. I promise. (grins knowingly) Well, no duh. I'm the author!

Crystal: Whee! I make an entrance!

Blaise: Sparks? What're you doing in the story?

Crystal: 'Cause CrystalSparks the author put me in here!

Blaise: Did you really?

CrystalSparks: Yep. Thank me!

Blaise: Did you really send me your love?

Crystal: (rolls eyes) You'd better shut up if you know what's good for you. (takes wand out)

Blaise: Catherine, save me!!!!!!!

Catherine: Don't feel like it, Blaisie-boy. Sorry. Ask Drake.

Draco: Don't call me that, Cat. Hi, everybody.

Kevin: Hi, Malfoy—wait, what am I doing, greeting Malfoy?

Crystal: Dunno, bro.

CrystalSparks: You all shut up! I wanna deliver my message!

Crystal: I can read your mind. 'Loyal reviewers, R & R!'

CrystalSparks: (gasps) Wow! You're psychic!

Crystal: (rolls eyes) No, I'm you!

CrystalSparks: (hits self) I'm an idiot.

Everyone else: Yep.