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Several people stood in the infirmary, hovering around just one single bed. The loud ruffle of firm, staunch sheets filled the air. The persons whom lingered responded to such noises by promptly leaning forwards, as if to have a closer look at the occupant of the bed. A low moan then separated the air, causing them all to drop back.

At the sound of this, a pleasantly plump woman scuttled into the crowd, loudly shooing the rest of the people away.

"Honestly, do you expect the girl to be able to breathe with all of you hovering like that?" Madame Pomphrey said shrilly, her keen eyes washing over all of the onlookers. A rather tall, silver-haired man simply smiled an stepped backwards politely. The man then tapped a messy black-haired boy on the shoulder, and directed him away from the group.

"Are you positive she said nothing?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes trusting but wary. The boy shook his head and began to walk away. Professor Dumbledore reached out a gentle hand and stopped the boy. "Harry. you can tell me anything," He said honestly. Harry Potter turned his head and met the old man's gaze, coals burning in the back of his gaze.

"Funny. You can't seem to tell me much," Harry replied hotly, shaking the man's hand from his shoulder and returning to the crowd. Dumbledore sighed sadly and shook his head, his nimble fingers stroking his silver beard.

Faces, many faces, intermixed as Amy's eyesight slowly began to focus. A beacon of red hair slowly became recognizable as Ron's, just as Hermione's bush revealed the clever girl to her. To her right, she noticed that Professor Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, and Erin were all standing clustered together, peering down upon her. All of them but Harry were smiling. The boy's gaze was off elsewhere, a small fire burning in his eyes. Amy lightly shook her head and propped herself up. Well, attempted to.

"Well, hi!" Lexi exclaimed brightly, just two inches away from Amy's face. Amy immediately collapsed back onto the bed, her eyes fixated in a most awkward look of surprise. Madame Pomphrey then took the liberty of stomping forwards and attempted to remove Lexi. But the girl refused to go. Instead, she sat herself on the left edge of Amy's bed and gripped the head railing with both her hands. Meanwhile, she gnashed her teeth at the nurse, as if daring her to try and make her move again. Amy then shook her head and re-propped herself up. Then, the memories came flooding back to her.

"Dumbledore! I-" She began to explain. Unfortunately, Ron cut in.

"What the hell happened to you, mate?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Amy whipped her head in his direction (at the foot of her bed) and glared at him rudely.

"I was saying-"

"Ron, why is it you always seem to interrupt people, hmm? Can you not keep your trap shut for five seconds, mayhap? Is it impossible for you to at least try and hear out the person who is speaking?" Hermione fumed, her eyes locked on the red-haired boys in anger. Ron took a step back and then shuffled forwards, pointing at Hermione.

"You bloody hypocrite! The girl was trying to speak and you cut her off! So don't you dare tell me to-"

"OUT!" Madame Pomphrey roared, escorting the pair by the ears out of the infirmary. The door slammed shut behind them, echoing fiercely behind her. "Now, dear, do explain to Professor Dumbledore what happened," The woman said kindly smiling as if she were a saint. Amy cocked her left eyebrow and studied the woman for a few seconds. And then, she relayed her story.

"Professor," Harry began after Amy had finished, his eyes on Dumbledore, "She was whispering incoherent things when she blacked out." A grave, defeated look swept through the boy's emerald green gaze. Dumbledore simply nodded and turned away from Harry.

"I see," Professor Dumbledore said firmly, before pacing back towards Amy. "You will need to be watched profusely. You have already sustained injuries from your…gift…or curse, as it is turning out to be. Miss Amy, you will need to be with a person, or many people at all times," He paused, and glanced around the room. "Mr. Potter, Erin, Lexi: The moment she leaves the infirmary, you are responsible for her. If she falls under another 'vision', I expect one of you to be running up to my office immediately. You already know my office's password thanks to Erin," At last, he finished, and slowly walked out of the hospital wing. The moment he left, Madame Pomphrey ordered the rest of the group to leave.

On Sunday, Amy was released from the infirmary. She was happily greeted by Erin and Lexi, but Harry was no where to be found.

"We can't find Harry anywhere," Erin said slowly, as if reading Amy's mind.

"Ron and…Hermione haven't seen him all day either," Lexi countered, her tones acting as if poisoned by saying Hermione's name. Mentally, Amy noticed this, but shook it from her mind. They had large issues to deal with right now than Lexi's developing crush on Ron.

"Well, I don't really want any other hawks flanking my side at the moment," Amy said boredly, casting an odd glance to both of her friends. Lexi rolled her eyes and then released her thick, curly brown hair from a scrunchy. Amy and Erin ducked out of the way jokingly, looking rather alarmed.

"I'm going to buy you a warning signal for your hair," Erin said nonchalant. The brunette glared at her and pretended to smack her, which Erin mocked by acting hurt. The trio of girls then fell into fits of laughter.

"Come on, I want to see the grounds," Amy said decisively, before trotting off down a staircase. Once on the platform she motioned for her friends to follow. Erin and Lexi glanced at each other and then giddily walked after the blonde.

Before stopping by the lake, Erin insisted they check for Harry in the Gryffindor Common Room. Lexi aggressively supported this idea. A glance between Amy and Erin relayed that they understood exactly why Lexi honestly wanted to go. Amy remained silent about it, but Erin decided to act on the idea.

"So, Ron, huh?" The dirty blonde asked Lexi, nudging her in the ribs. Lexi looked shocked and began to explain but Erin waved her attempts away. "I approve, don't worry," Erin said honestly, glancing over at Amy.

"I concur!" Amy declared before adding, "Though Hermione may not." Her playful tones earned her a smack in the head from Lexi, who then laughed and nodded.

Once they reached the infamous portrait of the Fat Lady, they were surprised to find Harry walking out, muttering curses beneath his breath. But such was not what the trio was surprised about. In various places, Harry had dyed chunks of his hair green- the colors of Slytherin. The boy noticed them staring and snarled at them just slightly.

"What?" He asked mock sarcastically.

"Nothing," Amy responded sternly, before walking past the boy and her friends, heading down the stairs and eventually towards the lake. Lexi shrugged and followed, Erin in tow. Harry gaped after Amy, surprised she had stood up to him. He then slowly followed after her.

"I'm only here because I have to be," Harry said icily, chucking a large rock at the lake.

"We know," Erin, Amy, and Lexi said in unison.

"'Dunno why I even listen to the old fool," He added.

"We know," The girls chimed boredly.

"I'm leaving," The black-haired boy announced as he began marching off into the Forbidden Forest.

"'Riddance," Erin cracked, rolling her eyes. "Amy, he's worse than you." Amy looked offended and shot back, "What's that supposed to mean?" Erin merely rolled her eyes again as Lexi chuckled.

"I'm going after him," Amy said suddenly, dusting her robes off as she rose. The blonde quickly broke into a run and bounded after the boy, quickly catching up with his slow-steady stride.

"Go away," Her remarked. Amy ignored his comment and followed at his side leisurely.

"I've always wanted to go into the forest," She said off-handedly. Harry cast her a sideways glance.

"Why? All that's in there is eminent death. Werewolves and giant spiders," He spat.

"I don't mind the werewolves. Besides, I have faith in you," Amy responded lightly.

"You shouldn't. I'm not "The-Boy-Who-Lived" anymore, alright? I don't want to be."

"I know you're not. You're "The-Boy-Who's-Dying."

Harry stumbled slightly as he heard this, and watched as the girl bravely advanced into the forest. He then contemplated turning around, leaving her there. But a voice, that strangely resembled Hermione's, was not about to allow him to abandon her.

Scream.

Amy had screamed. She was in the forest. Alone.

Harry darted forwards quickly urging his pace into a run. The boy passed through branches and a small thicket, his mind set on one destination. He hoped she'd start calling out to him, give him some sign as to where she-

Scream.

Amy screamed again.

He darted out from the thicket and into a clearing, where he found Amy, her hair still neatly wrapped up in a rubber-band; her clothes were unrumpled. She was fine.

"What the hell do you think you-" He began to yell, before he noticed a girl, whose dark blonde hair was matted with sticks and leaves, her eyes glazed over with a black tint, standing three feet in front of Amy. He jogged up to her side and quickly asked, "Who's she?"

"Sheridan," Amy answered.

A/N: Sorry, had to leave ya' with a cliffhanger ;D

Also! All chapters are going to be revised/bettered. So! yeah.