A/N: okay. So this chapter is going to be longer than others because I have more to write… Well not really, but if I don't make the chapters longer my bud Kara will slaughter me… and my mom's face. Don't ask. Its easier that way. Anyhoop…

DISCLAIMER: my hands are cold… oh and I don't own Harry Potter… I do own Lilian though. I forgot her last name… better look it up lol.

Chapter Six: Vision

Why was Hogwarts always freezing no matter what time of year it was?Harry wondered as he walked through the darkened castle set off in the direction of the headmaster's office.

After the girl fainted outside of the portrait hole, Harry propped her on his back like he was giving her a piggy back ride. The girl he was carrying was as light as a feather, but that didn't surprise him. She didn't look very well nourished.

Harry looked to his right, where the girl's head rested peacefully on his shoulder. He could tell by looking at her that she could be beautiful, if she took care of herself. Her hair was a deep red, a darkened auburn almost, and it lay in a long matted ponytail off to the side. It looked as if she had neither cut her hair, nor ran a comb through it, since birth. That had to be at least fifteen years ago, she had to be around his age. At least he thought she was.

Harry faced forward once more. He had almost made a wrong turn, staring at that girl. "Feh… Who are you?" He asked the girls limp form. "Lilian…" Replied a whisper so faint it almost wasn't spoken. "Uh…" said the girl moving her hand up to her fore head. After a few seconds the girl's head snapped up as she realized she was being carried. "Put me down!" She demanded, struggling against Harry's grip. "Stop or we're going to…" but he never got to finish his sentence because the next moment they were sprawled on the floor.

Lilian jumped to her feet and began to sprint down the hall, but as soon as Harry realized what was happening he was up, as fast as lightning, chasing after her. He caught up to her easily enough, grabbing on to her wrist. She tried to get away by swatting at him, anything to get him to release her. But he wasn't giving in.

"Calm down. I was trying to help you," said Harry in an angry voice.

"I don't need your help. Just let me go!" Lilian responded.

"Not until we see Dumbledore. I know he'll w-" Harry was cut off,

"Dumbledore is here? Still? I thought for sure he'd be dead. Hes got to be really old."

"Well yes I s'pose he is… wait… you know Dumbledore?" Harry's mind was racing with questions as to how this girl knew about Sirius and Dumbledore… and why the idea of Sirius' death seemed to hurt her so.

"No. I don't know him. I know of him… Fine. If you must take me to him then I'll go without a fight." Lilian let her arm lay limply at her side. She knew Dumbledore was a good man. Sirius spoke highly of him. Not much could have changed in fifteen years, right?

Harry looked at the girl strangely. Why was she here? He wasn't sure that Sirius was her only reason for breaking and entering.

The two continued walking side by side. Harry didn't trust having the girl behind him, he knew enough to know that not all magic required a wand. Finally, they reached the statue of the phoenix, when Harry said the password, and the statue began to move, the girl jumped. She stared at the ascending staircase with true curiosity. Harry had to chuckle at this, and it didn't make Lilian too happy.

Lilian gave him a glare that could have stopped a fully grown mountain troll in its tracks. She was basking in his fear as Harry straightened up and put on a serious face.

"I was just..." Harry said clearing his throat, "going to tell you to step on. It's much faster if we let the stairs take us rather than climbing."

Lilian stepped on the climbing stair case. When the staircase stopped they still had quite a few stairs to climb.

They began their assent to the top. They climbed the stairs in silence for what seemed like an eternity, when Lilian began to feel nauseous. "Oh no…" was all she said before her eyes closed and she fell backwards. Harry, hearing her words, turned around just in time to see the girl fall. With lightning fast reflexes, Harry caught Lilian in time to hear the words coming from her mouth.

Lilian looked up. She was inside another vision. They always seemed to come to her when she least expected them to.

She was standing in a huge room, filled with things she had never seen before. The back shelf alone had hundreds of silver gadgets lining it. She was busy gazing around the room; the walls were covered in pictures of old, sleeping men. She glanced behind her, and that's when she noticed she wasn't alone in the room.

There was a short, stout man in a bright green hat, and a tall, thin old man, with half moon spectacles. The old man, whom by Sirius' description she assumed was Dumbledore, began to speak.

A/N: Ooooooo… I wonder what's going to happen next…stay tuned for the next installment of Harry Potter and the Prophetic Prisoner. LoL. I could have made this chapter even longer but this class is almost over so I have to stop.. BYEEEEEEE!