Wow, I found out that to complete the story I will need to post almost every four days or else cut out some scenes that I really wanted to have… but I will have it completed by the time HBP comes out (wimpers I hope…), I won't back down on my promise. For those who care, I think I did good on my AP test (crosses fingers in fifty ways) so I should be able to relax now, except my crazed English teacher who thinks its time to give us two presentations, one project, and a poem to memorize in only two weeks. And that isn't even the final project, I'll have another one for that…

This is 2.5 times the amount I usually do so you better be happy!

A Vision of Future Comings

Time had passed quickly for the Gryffindor Trio whether for the good or bad. The potion was going as planned though there were some times when the fact wasn't so sure. It seemed as if the Potions Master was always in his classroom so they couldn't get the Trumire Leaf, which creates the plasma base when ground and mixed with water, or the Distangion seeds, which clears thought the magical papers holding the bloodlines, for a day or two behind schedule. But right after they worked double time, even Hermione, by skipping homework for another day. They had always finished it by the time it was due, but it disrupted Hermione's homework chart. Actually, they hadn't noticed that their scores were rising, how Hermione's rose the professors are still trying to determine, as they were putting all of their attention to the potion and listening for any spells which would help them. The spells to get Sirius back would undoubtedly cause them time and energy which they have yet to accomplish. Their magical inheritance hadn't come yet, and will not come for years. But no matter how out of it they were about their surroundings, they could feel that they were being followed. Lachesis, who had taken to staying on Harry's wrist, would become restless around certain corridors though they could only imagine would be cause of the stranger. However, they could not make a connection between the Potion's classroom, Charm's corridor, and the doorway to the Astronomy tower. They could only hope that this person doesn't mean them any harm.

Everything seemed to be quiet around Hogwarts. The Daily Prophet would only contain useless information around England. Either the Order was trying to hush up any dark activity or Voldemort truly was laying low for awhile. It wasn't until one normal day, a Wednesday to be more specific, that the trio learned the truth about the situation. Ron and Harry were in the middle of Divination's class, why they took it again no one could tell, where they were "broadening their minds". In reality, they were sleeping or passing notes.

"I am sorry to waken you, my dears, but I feel a very strong force surrounding this room and I must learn from where it is coming from."

The class looked around confused about such a statement. At first they thought of Padma Patil and Lavender Brown but the only two who actually enjoyed the class seemed to be as confused as the rest, though slightly put out from not being the ones. A fly started flying in front of Harry's face, but no matter how many times he swatted at it, it would only come back in a vengeance. The professor continued to check each area of the room to find the force while Harry had his battle with the fly. He tried to look to Ron for help but he seemed to be doubled up with laughter. It was getting a desperate case and desperate times require desperate measures.

CLANK!

Everyone swerved in their seats to look at Harry. He had grabbed a nearby teacup and trapped the offending fly under it. But it was the crazed look on his face that caused the class the most concern. It seemed that he was trying to break the cup with his bare hands by trying to apply as much pressure he could humanly possible. He gave a sheepish smile and sad down. "There was a fly," he tried to explain to the speechless class. Professor Trelawney looked like she would blow up in any second. Ron just doubled up even more.

For some reason he felt really tired as if his battle with the fly caused him more energy than he had thought. The room started to sway in a mesmerizing faction and it was a war to keep his eyes open. When the class finally went back to their work he rested his hand on the goofy chair edge and drifted off to sleep.

The next thing he knew Harry was standing just off the throne room of the Dark Manor watching as Death Eaters left. He could vaguely see Lucius Malfoy talking with Snape in a somewhat heated argument. The vision didn't follow the argument as he had hoped but into the throne room itself. There sat the Dark Lord with his snake, Nagini, curled up around him. "What do you think of our Order snake? He has not come back with useful information since I have returned." Voldemort asked, obviously it was in Parcel as there were no other humans in the room to talk to. He couldn't understand the differences between normal speech and that of the snakes. There truly wasn't anything different to his ears or to his tongue and to the point he kind of wanted to ask old Voldie the question as well. That is if he wanted to risk his neck for the answer.

"Test him, Master," Nagini said moving her heard for him to stroke it, "and find out yourself if he is no snake but a rat."

Voldemort thought over the idea in silence continuing his attention to the snake. "We will call a meeting, this time without Snape and see if the Order comes to vanquish us. We will see if they still come, we will see if Snape is the man we want."

"Yes, so how will you do this?"

"Simple, quite simple. First we will…" Suddenly the room seemed to shake, but the Dark Lord and his pet didn't feel it. Harry wasn't able to hear the plan Voldemort was trying to use to catch Snape but he could always wait for the next vision. From a distance he could hear his name being called, over and over again but he resisted. Why should he go back to reality if he could find out the plan to trap Snape? The fog cleared slowly, bringing him back to the Divination classroom. All around him were concerned students and one very frightened Ron next to him.

"You have another vision, mate?" he asked as quietly as possible. It wouldn't do well for the class to be frightened by the possibility of Voldemort.

"Of course he had a vision, my dear!" Professor Trelawney called out, pushing student out of the way to make a grand entrance. "What did you find in the Great Beyond? Please enlighten us of your journey and the many lessons you have learned because of it. Come, come, don't be selfish. Don't you want everyone to learn the lessons you were taught?"

She didn't even allow Harry time to talk, she just kept telling him tot ell the class what he saw. She truly was infuriating. Everyone in the class, even Professor McGonagall, wondered why she hadn't been fired once they got Frienze to actually teach them something important. But Dumbledore was too much of a kind soul to fire anyone who does not produce a threat to the children, and even then in the case of Snape that line was blurred. He gave up trying to figure out Dumbledore's reasons on anything.

"I saw a field that was cheerful giving a sense of peace," he lied, "a butterfly landed on my hand and flew off into the distance. I tried to follow it as I felt a sense of foreboding within me thought the filed remained cheerful. But suddenly everything grew dark as a blast-ended skewart appeared out of nowhere and ate the poor butterfly. The filed grew barren slowly and the earth quaked as I was brought back to reality."

He ended his tale with Ron quivering with suppressed laughter, Professor Trelawney hanging on his every word, and the rest of the class either not caring or confused beyond all else. Professor Trelawney turned to Ron, frowned, and rose to the extra shawls in the corner. She dropped one over his shoulders. "You must be strong for your friend," she exclaimed, patting his shoulder, "he will need you in the future complications. Oh, poor soul, having such hardship at such a young life!"

"Should Dumbledore be told?" Harry asked hopefully. He would do anything to get out of this stuffy classroom."

"Ah yes, he should be made aware of the dangers ahead," she answered, practically floating back to her seat. A gauzy handkerchief was taken out to dab her damp eyes, "you poor boy, poor, poor boy… Having to endure so much… oh and bring your friend to the infirmary, would you? He seems to be too frightened to continue the class this afternoon."

Ron quickly ran next to Harry's side, praising all the deities that he was able to get out of the classroom as well. Look at the luck! But once they got out of hearing distance, he burst out laughing to the point where he was only standing up due to the hallway railing. "Did you see her face? That was priceless! How did you come up with the butterfly and the skewerts? Genius!" he continued laughing until a sobering thought crossed his mind, "What did you really see? Was it You-Know-Who?"

"It was… apparently he is questioning Snape's loyalties. He was talking with that damned snake, oh she scares me…"

"Now that amazes me, you being afraid of snakes and all. You have Lachesis, don't you?"

"I just hate that one! The last time I saw her, in person mind you, Voldemort told her that she could eat me! Do you know how that feels? Knowing that you could be eaten by a snake which is twice as long as you? Lachesis is okay, she's good to me and she can't eat me…"

Lachesis's tiny voice poked out, causing Harry to shiver in response.

"You aren't helping!"

"What? What did I do?"

Harry just shook his head. "It wasn't you, it was Lachesis. She just told me "Not quickly" and that wasn't something I rather hear…"

Ron was hit with yet another laughing spell as they separated ways. Harry headed off to the Headmaster's office while Ron escaped back to Gryffindor Tower. Apparently Harry's news was important, though there wasn't much to tell. He was instructed to watch his dreams very carefully in the next few weeks and report anything of interest.

And he would have something to report, if he had remembered the dream the next day. He didn't understand why he was dreaming of standing in a middle of a sunny field with a butterfly fluttering around him.

"Who does he think he is? God? You-Know-Who doesn't even like him. He failed! He had to get his hide saved from the dementors to even be in the position he's in."

Severus Snape was not in a good mood. Not only was he assigned fifteen potions to create in one week, but Lucius Malfoy would not get off his back about Draco. Fifteen potions in a week! Was the Dark Lord mad? No one could create so many in such a short time, at least not to the quantity and difficulty he was demanding. He would have to make it during class time to make it by, and time it exactly right so they would all be resting when he would sleep. Unless he made his class make certain potions of it and just use the ones which are plausible. But then again if anything went wrong, it would be his hide, not the students. This wasn't about some useless House points, it was between life and death. No matter how much he complained about it, his life was not worth giving up

His apartment was dark, not even the fire was lit. He usually didn't allow the house elves in the place, bad memories as a child, but he wished this once he bent his routine. The place was unbearably dark to the point where it felt as if it were devouring his very soul. It was worst than even Dumbledore's eyes when you had done something wrong, much worst. At least the eyes had some color. Thought being asked if wanting a lemon drop would fit in quite well in his given situation. But before he could turn on a lamp, one was shined in his face.

"And who would you be talking about? Father no doubt." He was right, the little blitter was always right. How? He really didn't know, but he was talking about the elder Malfoy. "Ah yes," the teen continued as if reading his mind, what has he done this time?"

All the elder man could do was smile, well smiles as much as a Snape could, and it sat adjacent to the "dishonorable Malfoy" and told his tale. Draco made only the necessary noises, calmly allowing Severus to vent to his little heart's content. He told of the unthinkable amount he was to produce before the next Death Eater meeting and Lucius berating him about withholding Draco from the man. For two hours straight he had to hear the man moan about Severus apparent disrespect for the Malfoy elder by making decisions only a "Father has the right to." He went on how Lucius bragged about his money, though he doesn't have control of most of it, most likely to prove that Draco likes his biological father better then his godfather. All in all, he spilled everything that was bothering him, and Draco took it calmly as could be. They had never experienced such a situation before, yet it came naturally to them.

"He is trying to convince the Dark Lord that I am not a liable person to be in charge of you. There have been many questions towards me concerning my excuses during the first way of terror before Potter got rid of him."

"Ah yes, dear Sansone," Draco broke in, "you never answered whether or not you are going to tell him."

Severus acted as if he didn't hear the comment. "I am going to file for custody of you."

Well that wasn't expected by the minor. Severus had always bit his tongue about the custody the Azkaban escape had over his son. The ministry at least admitted Voldemort's activity and the break in, but logic told them that he would have gone back to the Malfoy's mansion, but they didn't even check. They expected Narcissa to turn in her husband if he turned up at the home. Almost every conversation the two Slytherin's had with Lucius was brought up including at least an inkling thought of taking over custody, but he hadn't done anything yet. He never thought he would actually, just thought of it as talk. "I would be Potter's brother?"

A pause. "In a way, if he accepts the fact."

"Or if you do."

Hint: the butterfly scene might appear again, so remember it for future chapters. This is subject to change however.

IMPORTANT! I have had numerous people ask me if I was going to continue the point system. Quite frankly, I have lost my list of how many points each house had, however, I could always go back to see how many houses had got the correct answers. But that will take a lot of time that I don't want to waste if I don't have to. So I have a poll:

How many people want me to continue the House Point system? Who thinks its stupid and wouldn't answer to the questions anyways?

Sindauviel: Alas someone who partakes in the pain I endure of exams. I am half way done! I will survive! trips over ant well that's ironic… Anyway, don't worry, I have it all planned out on how Harry will find out about his parentage. Hopefully from this chapter you have found out as well, if not, well then read on I guess… I too have read the whole "Harry, I am your father" and quite frankly, I stopped reading Severitus Challenge fics because of it. Now I just continue my own.

mAlFoYiSaWeSoMe: I am so sorry to burst your bubble, but according to my sources, Malfoy won't be turning to the good side in the regular books. Though I agree that it is something that would improve plot (great plot twist, it is), I have read in an article that JK has told reviewers that Malfoy won't be turning good. I believe she doesn't even like the character, actually. But I guess you are like my sister and love him (she would absolutely kill me if I killed him off…).

Wytil: Well, I think I know what school I want to go and I already have started the admissions process, well all that they will allow me… I'm thinking of going into an Engineering major at USC (though CalTech is my school of my dreams). Because of my PSAT scores, I got a letter from USC and I've filled out everything. I now have an account with the school and a counselor from the school to answer any questions. Hopefully that's what you mean. Sadly, my librarian couldn't help (she's kind of aloof about that sort of thing). And don't think of yourself that way! The can't just tolerate you because of your wife (though I believe I'm making a hypocrite of myself as people only tolerate me because of my knowledge no one wants to be my partner because of me as a person, but because I would get them the A they want). But if that's the truth, well it's their lose. I'm pretty much a loner at school, and surprisingly its better than trying to fit in. Whatever, to each their own…