Authors note: This is dedicated to y'all who are in love with Sirius and are extremely mad that J.K. Rowling could even think about killing him off. Disclaimer: It's all Jo's…

Destiny

Crystal Nightmares

Magdalene was not an ordinary witch. At birth she was cursed, the curse being that she could foretell the future but no one would ever believe her. Not even her parents. She had to live with this curse all her life and she had to keep it secret. Or people would call her crazy, delusional, or even insane. Sometimes she felt she was insane.

Magdalene was beautiful, even though she didn't know it. Beautiful ripples of raven hair fell gracefully to her back. Her eyes were almond shaped and a dusty brown. Her robes were specially made of the finest black satin, and hugged her figure. Because she kept herself hidden with enchantments and spells, in the past years at Hogwarts so one noticed her budding beauty.

Last night she had a nightmare, a nightmare that forced her to come out of hiding. She could remember the dream so clearly like crystal water falling from a dark storm…

Fire roared around her home, licking the door and consuming the people inside. She was outside and was being held by the Dark Lord himself as she heard shrieks and terrifying screams from her family inside. She wept for her parents and sister Berry who was only eight. She struggled and choked against the Dark Lords grip, but he only laughed and held her closer, his spider like arms wrapping around her. The dark rain that pelted down did not stop the evil fire ensuing the house. "Please! My sister is only eight! Spare her! She is no threat to you! Kill me instead!" Magdalene screamed at the dark power holding her. "Why should I kill you? Why should you not stay alive and watch your pathetic traitor family die?" He lowered his mouth down to her ear and whispered like a snake would hiss. And he held her tighter as she was forced to watch the magical fire slowly eat away her home and family.

Magdalene knew it was more than 'just a dream' as her family had said. She wanted to tell someone, but as the curse was an unbreakable curse she knew no one would believe her. Magdalene walked faster. She had to get to the divination tower before the bell rang.

Divination was her favorite class even though it was extremely boring, and she knew her teacher was a fraud. Professor Haroldina Maysee knew her divination and all the aspects of it, but she couldn't actually see in the future or make prophesies of any kind. She was reduced to have them read their signs in her book of horoscopes or occasionally look in the crystal ball, other than that, she would talk about famous Seer's over previous generations. Very boring. She wasn't the only one who was bored in divination, except they were not solemn and quiet like her. The four Marauders; Remus Lupin, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew were sniggering happily in their usual corner. They were doodling on pieces of scratch parchment and pushing each other around, joking off like usual. Her attention drifted away from them and she just starting to slowly fall asleep, watched Professor Maysee talk and talk and talk. That was before she heard her name, however.

"Magdalene, would you please come here and show us the correct way to read the crystal ball?" Professor Maysee asked absently.

She was shocked, the professor never called on her. So apparently was every one else in the room, she was sure most of them had never noticed her before. "Yes professor," she said quietly. All eyes turned on her including the four maurders who she was sure had never actually seen her. Her black satin robes rustled behind her, and her black raven hair shone silkily as she walked down the stairs to the small table bearing the crystal ball. As she walked past Sirius gaped and James soon forgot his crush on Lily Evans as he stared at her flowing black hair. Even Remus glanced up, but Peter Pettigrew cowered as she walked by, he was plainly scared of her. But James, Remus, and Sirius weren't the only ones who were awed by her. Many of the boys had eyes on her and some of the girls muttered to each other. "Who is she? Wow! Is she new?" Sirius repeated the other girls in the room with a hoarse whisper. Remus shook his head. "She's in Ravenclaw, a sixth year, and her name is Magdalene, but I haven't seen her come out of her shell like this for years." "What do you mean 'come out of her shell?' and how do you know her?" James asked. "I'll explain later" he waved them away. Sirius still couldn't stop staring; there was something about her that was bewitching. Maybe it was the way her hair swayed or the way she spoke like a pure melody. James nudged him, and he looked over to see a smirk playing on his face.

The professor told her to place her hands on the orb and to tell what she saw (if anything). Everything around her melted away as she looked in the ball and concentrated on the white mist that swirled around and around in the ball…

A black archway that reeked of death was drawing closer and closer to the edge of the glass. A gaunt man with long black hair that she knew to be the adult Sirius was falling back. A grown Remus Lupin was holding a boy just a couple years younger than her, back, the boy was screaming and he looked incredibly like James Potter. James son. She saw Sirius fall and disappear behind the curtain on the archway. Falling faster and faster he did not emerge. Gone forever.

"NOOOOO!" Magdalene shouted as she stood up from the chair and swiped the ball down towards the ground and it smashed into thousands of pieces but the fragments of the vision remained with the pieces of glass. It was then she saw every ones eyes on her. Concerned, scared, and worrys marred everyone's faces. Magdalene was breathing heavily and said slowly, " I need to go to the hospital wing." Professor Maysee snapped out of it and nodded, "Black, Potter, take her," She said hurriedly. James and Sirius looked at Magdalene who was silently crying. "Of course." James said.

Crystal nightmares pull my heart and thoughts

too pieces. Dreams so real it's hard to break them. I'm awake in the infinite cold. Words come from my heart and soul, but aren't believed. So take me away from here. To a brand new place where I can sing at the top of my lungs, truth doesn't matter and neither do lies. So I'll sing as loudly as I can and everyone will hear. No one sees and no one believes. I'm invisible as air. But my voice will be heard as long as the curse that eclipses my soul will leave. But its still there and when I speak no one can hear.