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Chapter 7

Adora Potter had been working for Dumbledore's Order for a while and Dumbledore was very thankful of her Seer skills. But it was known that Voldemort had his own seer, of course his wasn't as good as Adora and that's why she had a huge target on her head. All summer Adora had been cracking into Lord Voldemort's mind and his best Death Eaters to know where attacks were going to be and who was a main target. All summer Adora had been in Hogwarts castle or her Arabella's home. It was the only two safe places in the Wizarding World during this second war on Lord Voldemort.

Adora knew what Autumn Lewis had fled the country with her bastard child, and her boyfriend soon ran after her. Adora had of course informed Dumbledore of this. Adora found it harder to concentrate on school work as Voldemort's Seer was always trying to break into her mind.

Adora began to wake up in hot sweats and the shakes. Voldemort coming after her family and two she holds very dear to her heart die. She'd seen their deaths too many times and every time it made her sick. She couldn't think losing them, they'd come so fast into her life and she couldn't lose them. She shook herself and knew that no matter what she did this was a Seer's curse and that she would lose them and soon. Best thing to do was to spend as much time as possible with them.

"Dora, you alright?" Harry asked stumbling sleepily in his aunt's bedroom.

"Fine Harry just a bad dream."

"Again?"

She nodded, "Has your scar been hurting you lately?"

"Yeah now that you mention it, it has. But these days I feel a sting everyday."

"You should go see Professor Dumbledore about it."

"Why?"

"Trust me Harry. Go to bed." She rolled over and tried to sleep, but sleep didn't welcome her back.

"Adora?" Ron asked poking his girlfriend with the feather end of his quill in the middle of Transfiguration while McGonagall was lecturing again. "Are you actually sleeping in class?"

"Yes and leave me alone." She growled and he listened as for once he copied down notes.

The only reason McGonagall hadn't woken Adora up was because she heard from Dumbledore the pain that Adora went through everyday whether she was awake or asleep.

"Hello again, Adora my dear. It has been a while now hasn't it?" Came a too familiar voice.

"Hello Cassandra," Adora said as she looked down and she was in a royal blue renaissance gown as Cassandra was always in her scarlet one.

"Something bothering you?"

Adora shook her head, "Not that I know of."

"Something has to be because you are back in my presence."

"I've seen them die."

Cassandra nodded, "I figured that's what this was about. You can't try to save them, you'll mess up time. Death is time and death has a unique structure."

"But I can't watch them leave me too!" Adora yelled, "I've lost my mum and sister. Add my adopted parents too, my brother James and my sister-in-law Lily! I never met them!"

"I know, but know you know how Bridget feels. You know Harry and Susan blame themselves for Lily's death."

"Why!"

"They were Gryffindor heirs. Harry blames himself for both of his parent's death as he was the one prophesied about."

"Oh bother."

"What day are we at dear?"

"November twenty-fifth, nineteen hundred and ninety-nine."

Cassandra nodded knowingly, "Roselyn just turned one and Harry and Ginny are about to get married. The battle won't be much longer."

"I know and that's what scares me…they'll die at the final battle."

Cassandra's head hung low, "Unfortunately they will, but you'll know where they'll be."

"That's not comforting."

"I know dear, but you know those powers of yours are getting stronger and stronger everyday. Watch your step, watch your back, and watch your family…"

"I know a traitor is on the lose."

"Not just one my dear, but two."

"Two!"

"Yes and they've both been invited to Ginny and Harry's wedding."

"I've got to warn them!"

Cassandra shrugged, "Do it. You know it won't make a difference."

"I hate being a Seer."

"No you don't, you just hate keeping the secrets. Hang on to Bridget and pull her under you left wing."

"Why?"

"Her powers are about to be released, of course not as powerful as you but as powerful as her grandmother."

"Are you serious!" Adora said her eyes popping out, "You think this wise!"

"Me? Ha! It's in the stars my dear, out of my control."

"And why hasn't Susan begin to get her powers?"

"She ignores them and pushes them aside. She doesn't use them properly as you and Bridget do. Bridget has seen so much and keeps it inside, why do you think she pushes Mr. Wood away? Her love and their love last month brought her powers to life. She's been seeing things clearly since November first. Too scared to admit it yet."

"She pushes sweet Oliver away, because she sees battles with him in it…she's afraid to see him die."

"But I haven't seen it, so it won't happen."

Cassandra smiled, "Dear you won't see everything."

"So you're saying Oliver will die!"

"Not saying anything. I'm just letting you know for later on, that you can't see everything…just remember that."

"Adora? Adora!" She opened her eyes to see herself in the Hospital Wing and a very frightened Ron.

"What's going on?"

"You tell me! You were sleeping and then you began to freak out your whole body started shaking and they made Harry and me bring you here."

"Damn her!"

"Who!"

Adora shook her head, "No one important." Voldemort's Seer knew she was having a vision, she wanted Cassandra's secrets. Never.

That night Bridget came to visit Adora, and Adora smiled at her. "I know."

"Know what?" Bridget asked honestly confused.

"About your 'dreams.'"

"How!" Bridget gasped.

"I've seen them too."

"You know," Bridget sobbed. "I'm going to lose him aren't I?"

"I like you have no idea. Cassie talked to me today."

"She did!" Bridget sounded excited but Adora saw that Bridget was just hiding her fear of losing Oliver. "What did she say?"

"She told me since November first your visions are becoming more clear, that you need my help." Adora held out her hand, "Adora Aimee Potter, Seer extraordinaire, at your service."

Bridget giggled, "But why am I seeing and Sadie isn't?"

"She doesn't want to."

"What! Why?"

"She wants to stay safe in her bubble, but after a while it will break through. It does it all to us Potter women."

"So should I go to Dumbledore yet?"

"No not yet. I don't want you to become as big of a target as I have. Stay low and tell me whatever you see. I'll tell you whether or not you need to go see Professor Dumbledore. Got it?"

Bridget nodded, "Got it."

"So how's it going with Neville?"

Bridget got a look upon her face that looked disgusted, "He asked me what's going on with Oliver and me."

"How did he find out?"

"Yesterday I cried myself to sleep outside of Oliver's office after a fight and he brought me into his chambers to rest. Neville was in the shadows, he's furious."

"Why didn't you dump him?"

"Something about him scared me…I couldn't. I told him Oliver and I are just friends and we were just arguing. But he heard Oliver tell me that he loved me."

"Oh no."

"Tell me about it," she gave a sigh. "I'm sick of boys, think I'll turn gay."

Adora blinked twice, "Are you serious?"

Bridget shrugged, "Don't know yet. I have no set destiny so why not?" Bridget left the room with Adora stunned.

Adora felt a sudden spinning and fell into another vision:

"She's pregnant master," Voldemort's Seer Anastasia, meaning resurrection.

"What!"

"Yes, bringing another 'Potter/Gryffindor spawn' into our world."

"It's disgusting."

"That's it! We'll strike in three days at noon."

Adora shook herself, okay who was pregnant and how far into the future was this? Tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year? It could be Susan…she was married already, or Bridget…she'd slept with Oliver, or Ginny…she was getting married soon…or heck this could be so far ahead it could be herself!

Adora shook herself this was getting to complicated, she took the sleepless potion Madam Pomfrey gave her so she could have one night of decent sleep. Within a minute, Adora was out like a light bulb.

Neville had been furious since he'd seen Oliver carry Bridget into Oliver's quarters. Neville had attached himself to Bridget's hip so that she couldn't sneak off and see him. But every time Neville had Quidditch practice, Neville had the feeling she was probably cheating on him with Oliver.

There were rumors flying all over the school. But what was known was this: the night of the Halloween ball after Neville passed out, Bridget was spotted with Wood. That she had left the ball with him before the ball ended and wasn't seen until the next day at lunch. The rumor was that they'd slept to together that night.

Neville looked at his watch and had been surprised when Harry cut practice an hour short, for the Wedding planning. But Neville was angry at the moment.

Neville stopped, he'd heard a loud moan and a door rocked in it's jam. Then a giggle, a very familiar giggle. Neville looked around and turned green with envy, he was outside of Wood's office. Neville's fist went into the nearest suite of armor.

Neville's face went into an evil grin, he walked to Oliver Wood's office door. Neville heard some shuffling around and Wood opened the door looking a bit shuffled around himself.

"Longbottom? What can I do for you?"

"Looking for my girlfriend."

"She's not here."

"Well we got out of practice an hour early and she's not in the library studying like she told me she'd be."

"Did you check the Gryffindor Common Room?" Neville nodded, "Maybe she's in her dormitory."

"Nope, asked Rose Burke. They share a dormitory."

"Hmm, no clue."

"Yeah right," Neville said walking off. He hid in the shadows. He was going to listen to the advice his new friends told him he should follow.

Five minutes later, Bridget Potter stepped out of Oliver Wood's office.

"He looked really mad Bridget, I don't trust him. I don't like him."

She giggled, the same giggle Neville had heard earlier, "You'll never like him." She said cupping his face with her hand and leaning down to kiss him.

Neville stepped out of the shadows, "Bridget?"

Bridget went rigid and she turned around, round eyes. "Neville?"

"How could you!" He yelled and grabber her by the arm dragging her as she tried to keep up.

"My friends were right about you."

"What friends!" She asked outraged that his friends were talking about her. Neville threw a body bind spell at her and did the trick to the Room of Requirement. And locked the door taking the spell off of her.

"What in bloody hell did that for!" She yelled when the spell was taken off.

"I know your dirty little secret," he hissed as his eyes looked on fire and he threw her on to the bed.

"Neville! What's gotten in to you?"

"Your sluttish ways."

"Pardon!" She asked outraged.

"I know you've shagged him!"

"Who?"

"Wood!"

"No I haven't," but her eyes gave her away.

"Don't like to me you slut!" He screamed slapping her in the face.

"Stop!" She screamed.

"You didn't tell Wood to stop!"

"Shut up!" She tried to run to the door but Neville caught her and threw her back on the bed. Forcing her down with the shackles that were connected to the king size bed in the middle of the room.

Bridget began to scream and Neville only laughed. "How stupid do you think I am?"

"I don't think you were stupid."

"Obviously you do!" He began to rip her top off.

"No Neville, please stop!" She sobbed trying to move her body as much as possible so he wasn't going to be able to do what she thought he was trying to do.

"You like it rough huh? Should have figured. You thought I was so stupid to not think you were with Wood and I wouldn't put a Silencing Charm so that no one could interrupt us."

"What do you mean…interrupt?"

Neville cracked a smile that scared her, "Wood has had his way with you, and since you are my girlfriend…it's my turn."

Neville cackled and ripped the rest of her shirt off. Bridget was crying her eyes out trying to figure what in Merlin's name had she done to deserve this. Neville slapped her in the face, "Shut the bloody hell up! You are ruining the mood."

"You fucking idiot! There is no bloody mood!" She screamed at him, "You are trying to bloody rape me!"

"I said shut up!" He slapped her in the face another time. "Silencio! There, that shut you up."

Neville finished ripping the rest of her clothes off, he couldn't hear her protests and she couldn't push him off.

Neville wasn't gentle with her as Oliver had been, he was mean and rough. As this was only Bridget's second time, it would still hurt a bit. Bloody hell! This was horrible. She sit in his face and she got another slap in the face and he spit right back in her face…with a few choice words thrown at her.

Once he was done he smiled with her, "Perfect."

Her eyes got big, was he being serious!

"In case you try to rat me out, I have an alibi. You act like a slut and I'll treat you like the slut you are. The shackles should be off in ten minutes. Same with your silencing charm. Later my love." He began to cackle again. He left her there, cold and helpless.

"Bridget!" Bridget opened her eyes, she must have fallen asleep. All that crying and abuse from Neville made her sleepy. "What in Merlin's name!" Adora looked stumped and got the sheet that had been on the floor at her.

"Adora did you find her?" Oliver ran in and saw the bruises and red marks on Bridget's face. "Leave us."

"What?"

"No!" Bridget sobbed.

"Leave us, tell Madam Pomfrey we'll be there soon." Adora nodded and exited the room.

"Get away from me," Bridget said trying to get away from him.

"I didn't…"

"Leave me alone!"

"Who did this to you?"

"NO ONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Oliver ignored her demands and picked her up in the sheet. Carried her in his strong arms to the hospital wing.

Bridget was to weak to fight Oliver, and she fell asleep again.

It was apparent to Oliver what had happened and Oliver would put all his gold on his bet of who did this to her.

Madam Pomfrey asked Bridget a thousand questions on the subject of who did this or what happened. Bridget stayed quite, she wouldn't say a word.

Sure Neville had an alibi, and one drop of Vertiserum would get him speaking the truth. But Bridget wouldn't spill the beans.

Adora and Oliver figured she was afraid that the person would do it again. It wasn't that…it was the fact that Bridget was embarrassed that this had happened to her.

As a matter of fact, Bridget wouldn't even speak a word.

Everyone was afraid of what would become of Bridget. Harry swore that when he found the guy who'd done this, he would look more banged up then Bridget had looked.

Oliver visited her constantly, but she wouldn't speak a word to him…until he finally pushed a few buttons.

"You know their relaseing you tomorrow, right?" Oliver got no response from her…like every time.

"You know what really burns me up?" Still no answer, Oliver nodded and went on. "How your own 'boyfriend, Neville doesn't even stop by to see you."

Bingo! Bridget began to blink furiously to hold her tears back, "He knows I don't want him here."

"And why not?"

She turned to Oliver and shot him daggers, "Because he knows that I don't trust men that are outside of my family. That includes you."

"And Colin?"

"He's gay, he's no threat."

"so are you going to become a lesbian now?"

"Maybe or become an old hag. Haven't decided yet. You can go now."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Madam Pomfrey!" Bridget yelled, "This boy is bothering me!" Oliver was told off by the nurse and he had to leave.

Bridget had only spoken to one other person, Colin Creevey.

"Tell him it's over for me."

"Why can't you?"

"Because I can't."

"Fine, later Bridget."

December had entered and Quidditch season was up and going. Harry was so disappointed when his baby sister refused to go to his games, when he knew full and well that Bridget was as much a Quidditch buff as he was and now she wouldn't go to the games. Harry asked Ginny to talk to Bridget, but when Ginny tried she just got Bridget screaming at her and then locking herself in the bathroom. Harry asked Susan to and as soon as Susan went up to her baby sister Bridget broke down and ran off….it was if she had some of Adora's telepathic stuff going on.

When Harry approached Adora she shook her head, "Absolutely not Harry."

"Why not? What do you know that I don't?"

"All I know is that she's hurting tremendously but she's put up wall…a barrier that even I can't get around. Something has happened to make her Seer powers shoot up."

"Then why hasn't Susan's?"

"She won't let them, she ignores them because she's afraid of what will come. Trust me, she sees things but she pushes them away."

Harry, Susan, and Ginny tried to read what was going on in her head, but like Adora said Bridget had put up a huge barrier that no one could get around. Everyone was amazed that the most powerful seer in a century, Adora Aimee Potter, couldn't break this barrier. But everyone's real question was could she really not break her niece's barrier or was she just refusing?

Bridget was walking around the castle as she was sure she was the only one left in the castle, she refused to go to the game of the season, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.

"Bridget?" She turned around to see Oliver and she felt her throat get tight, she'd been avoiding him and he looked as torn up as she did.

"Go away."

"Quit pushing me away."

"I'm not," she always lied horribly.

"Liar."

"I've got to go."

"Go where? Sneak into Hogsmede to join the Hogsmede night life?" Bridget looked at him speechless, he knew her little secret. "I saw you sneaking out the last few nights."

"Why didn't you rat me out?"

"I figured that something horrible happened to you and you are spiraling out of control."

"I'm not an immature child, Wood!" She screamed and he looked at her oddly, she never referred to him by last name.

"Oh you're not immature are you? But I hear your buying Muggle drugs from a dealer here, is that true there's a dealer here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied again.

"You are a terrible liar. Who's selling you this?"

"I don't know what in bloody hell you are talking about!" She screamed at him lying again.

"I saw you last night at that new hot club in Hogsmede, you were high."

"No I wasn't."

"You were acting as if you were on Ecstasy."

"How would you know what it is?"

"I've done it before."

"No!"

"I know you were doing it last night Bridget, you are spiraling out of control and I think I know why. Longbottom raped you."

"NO!" She sobbed.

"I knew it that mother…."

Bridget slapped him in the face and then gasped as she stumbled back.

"You hit me." He said blinking at her, "I understand you're upset."

"No!" He tried to get close to her to console her. "No stay away!"

"Bridget I love you."

"No!" She screamed and ran away.

Oliver confirmed Adora's suspicions had been correct. First, Bridget had been raped. Second, Neville had raped her. Third, she was spiraling out of control. Last but certainly not least, she was hooked on the horrible Muggle drug, Ecstasy.