Alright, everyone! We're gonna throw in some third person in this chapter to mix it up a bit. This originally was not in the story, but I wanted to introduce the relationship between my OC, Dumbledore, and Snape earlier on so there's a better flow so enjoy the bonus chapter.

Briar POV

Three Years Ago

"Briar! What's all the fuss about, child?" Dumbledore looks down at the eleven-year-old version of Briar with confusion. She stands in front of Snape and Dumbledore in Snape's office. Tears run down her face as she sobs in confusion and fear.

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore. I didn't mean to interrupt, but I think Harry is in trouble." Dumbledore looks at Briar and takes a few steps forward.

"Why would you think that, Ms. Griffin?" he asks cautiously.

"Yes, Ms. Griffin. How could you possibly know about Mr. Potter's whereabouts?" Snape asks her in his monotone voice with a stony face.

"I…I saw him in my…nightmare…" The young witch looks down at her hands that are now trying to ring themselves out nervously realizing how absolutely mad that sounds. "I know that sounds mad, but I just feel that my nightmare was real like some that I had when I was younger. It felt like I was there standing next to her." The second-year stares at the ground, but what she doesn't see is Snape and Dumbledore exchanging a look of surprise.

"Her, my dear child? Who was she?" Dumbledore takes another step towards Briar and takes her hands in his causing the witch to gaze up at him with glassy eyes.

"The Weasley girl. She was laying on the ground unconscious with a journal next to her. Harry was there too trying to wake her up and there was another boy I didn't recognize." Dumbledore looks to Snape and tells him to quickly tell Fawkes to go find Harry and then report back to him. Snape whips his cloak behind him and briskly walks out of the room without a backwards glance as the second-year witch stares after him in confusion. Dumbledore looks down at Briar and his face hardens slightly as if ready to tell the young child bad news.

"Briar, how long have you had the gift of sight?" With a confused tilt of her head, Briar stares at Dumbledore with a question swimming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Head Master, but what is the gift of sight?" Dumbledore goes around to the back of Snape's desk and takes a seat at his chair.

"Ms. Griffin, how much do you know about what Professor Trelawney does?" Unfortunately, the young witch is only able to remember what the other Slytherins think and that's that she's insane. She looks down in shame with guilt written across her face.

"Not much," is her meek reply.

"She has the gift of sight which means she tells prophecies and is very skilled in divination. What you did in your dream tonight is a gift of sight like her. If you're able to see prophecies, or rather things about to happen; you can hone that skill and use it to your advantage like she does."

"So what you're telling me is that Harry is actually in trouble and I might have just…"

"…saved his life? Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You're a very powerful witch, Briar. I would very much like to help you in developing them as you get older and help you harness them, if you'll allow me that is. Would you like to start training now?"

The young witch eagerly bobs her head up and down and listens to him with rapt attention on what he has to say next.

Six Months Ago

"Mother, I have to go! The tournament is starting and I told Cedric that I would go to support him. I can't let my friend down!" Fourth year Briar starts to walk away from her mother who had come for a surprise visit.

"Briar, don't you dare walk away from me! I came here to tell you very important news." Briar rolled her eyes.

"Yes, mother, it's always important news, but I have made a promise to Ced and I will not break it. I know you don't like that I'm becoming friends with more students, but I can finish my mission of getting information on Malfoy and the rest of the Death Eater children while enjoying my time here at Hogwarts as a normal student. Now, if you'll excuse me, I told Cedric I'd meet him at…"

"He's your half-brother!" Briar stopped walking and stared at her mother with a bewildered look. Helena Griffin stared at her daughter with watery eyes and waited for her to say something.

"…That's not funny, mother. I don't find that funny," she stated in a low voice. Her eyes flashed and her mother knew she was losing her temper.

"It's not a joke. Go to the last task. Let your head process that information and find me after the game. I have a lot I need to tell you. I'm so sorry, Briar."

While sitting in the stands, Briar looks around the crowd until her eyes fell on Amos Diggory. Grace and Briar wear yellow and black in support of their friend, Cedric, sporting yellow and black scarves, a yellow t-shirt, and black pants under their Slytherin cloaks. Grace nudges Briar and stares at her in concern.

"Mama Griff, are you okay?" Briar flashes her a look of sadness and Grace looks at her in sympathy as her friend had already told her the news. "Let's just cheer him on and then you can talk with him after the tournament. I'm sure he can answer some of your questions."

With a flash, Harry and Cedric appear on the turf and the band starts to play. Briar and Grace cheer Cedric's name and celebrate with the rest of the crowd until Amos Diggory's sobs were heard clearly over the hushed crowd.

"MY BOY! NOOOOOO! THAT'S MY SON!"

Grace looks to Briar in concern and notices the blank look on her face, however, she wasn't the only one to notice. A few seats down, a fellow Slytherin was smirking in triumph over the Dark Lord's success and was waiting for the opportune moment to use that information against the fourth-year witch.

Briar stares at Cedric's body as chills run down her spine. She walks numbly through the crowd back to the Room of Requirement with a vacant look in her eye. Dumbledore had helped her find it after one of her emotional bursts in training and she knew she would need it for the power surging through her at that moment.

She had only just found him, but now her half-brother and friend were dead. Her only thought in that moment was of the Dark Lord's demise and as she sat sobbing in the Room of Requirement, her mind was already formulating a plan to help Potter take down Voldemort. He would pay for taking her best friend and half-brother away from her so suddenly.