Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters that are from the original cannon. All those other chars that don't appear in any other story but mine are my own intellectual property blah blah blah.

Authors Note: This is a sequel to Harry Potter and Voldemort's Bane. Please read that story before starting this one. For those who have been patiently waiting here is the Prologue and 1st chapter. Enjoy.

Prologue

Harry sat on the ground and smiled at the company. The boy who he sat next to was a good friend of his daughter Alice. Harry had known Mathew Andrews and his family for six years. They had been guests at his wedding and Mathew himself had been a frequent visitor to Harry's house while visiting his daughter. Harry had first met the Andrews when he began to live as a muggle.

Harry looked at the boy who sat in front of the lake at Hogwarts with heavy bags under his eyes. It looked like he had not slept in weeks. Harry heard from his daughter and Albus that Mathew was not sleeping well during the last few weeks of his second year. The pressure of becoming famous for his fortune telling was wearing on the boy. Mathew Andrews did not know at the beginning of his first year at Hogwarts that he could write prophecies. At the end of his second his abilities were developing so fast he had to be trained by several seers in their arts. Mathew had taken to each of them like they were created just for him. He could understand his own visions better than anyone else and could interpret any kind of fortune telling with accuracy that no one living has seen before. But with it came a price - those who understood his skill spread word of such a talented seer.

Harry saw the boy Mathew sigh. He wondered how Mathew was handling everything. "Has it been getting harder?"

Mathew did not look at the person who had visited him. It was tiring trying to second guess himself. He would get images in his mind and he could not tell if they were of the past, present, future, or what he actually saw at the moment. It was hard to ignore his classmates and the private tutoring with Professor Dumbledore was not aiding his ability to control his mind. Occlumency was fine for those who are protecting their thoughts from others. But the skill was pointless to one who was trying to protect himself from his own thoughts. "It has. And I already know this is the tip of the iceberg." Mat looked at the lake and saw a tentacle of the squid flap at a bird flying over head. "I just can't keep strait what's happening or when in my own head. I don't want to think about those images."

"One bugger of a headache, eh?" Harry looked at the boy who only nodded. Harry looked at the water and smiled inwardly to himself. "The headache is so bad that you can't think it will get worse and the large crack in your skull only fans into more…" Mathew looked at Harry in surprise. "There is a pressure in your head that wants to find a way to escape and there is none, so it just builds until your whole body can't stand it, only it does…" Mathew looked down and nodded. It had hurt and it was worse when his class mates did not understand that. It seemed no one did until now. Harry didn't look at the young prophet. "The world shakes and your vision blurs while those images that are not your own are thrown at you while you only have seconds to understand them…" Mathew was a little scared at his headaches being described so accurately and began to feel a small tear form in his eye. Harry finally looked at him and smiled. "I know what its like. My head aches were caused by someone else, but I have a good idea of what you are going through."

Mathew nodded. He looked at his neighbor and asked, "Who was it that was in your head?" Harry raised his hair and the scar appeared on his forehead. He merely tapped it and Mathew lowered his gave in understanding. They both sat in silence until Mathew asked, "So how did you make the headaches stop?"

Harry smiled. "I stopped fighting them."

"Stop? How did you fight them?"

Harry laughed. "I guess 'fighting' is the wrong word, it was more of 'not wanting it to happen'. What ever your mind is showing you, don't resist. Welcome it. There is a reason why you are seeing those pictures. Being able to let go will help you stop having those headaches."

Mathew thought of all the times he had a headache and leaned back onto the grass. "That's it?" His voice was a lighter when he spoke.

"Yeah. Have any other questions?"

Mathew looked at the clouds passing above them. He smiled to himself now that he had some good advice he knew he could use. "Anything to suggest what to do about my wanting to do one thing and thinking I should do something else? There are times where I want to do two different things at once and I don't know what to do. I have gone both ways and one is not much better that the other. I don't know if one choice is better than another."

Harry thought about what Mathew was saying. It was confusing the way he said it all at once but he thought of his heart, instincts and head all fighting each other for dominance in a lot of situations. Harry leaned forward and threw a stone into the lake. It landed in a loud plunk. "The best advice I can give you is to ignore everything and trust your instincts. Your gift is merely an extension of those instincts. All wizards are gifted with some form of limited divination. It's why we all have the potential to learn some aspect of it. I would like to think that my instincts are similar to how yours want to pull you in a direction you would not normally go."

Mathew hmm'ed to himself. "So let my mind go during attacks…"

Harry smiled at his long time neighbor and friend. "And always trust your instincts."

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Harry Potter and the Prisoners Predictions

Part 1 Broken Will

Chapter 1 The Fog of War

One Year Later...

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Harry opened his eyes.

The world was below him.

It was the same dream again.

Harry closed his eyes from the world.

He had been repeating this dream every few nights for almost a year now.

Harry felt his body fall.

The dreams never stopped.

He was deaf. The only sound was the rushing wind in his ears.

Meditating never phased it.

Harry felt his body go numb from the cold air.

Talking it out with his wife Susan never dissipated it.

Harry could see the ground was both a world away and approaching him in speeds he rarely achieved.

And Harry said the same thing every time he finally reopened his eyes.

"WOOHOO!" His voice echoed in the vastness as he fell through the open sky.

It was more of a memory than a dream. Once he had completed creating a spell to contain the curse that bound evil to him, Harry Potter, the strongest wizard alive, apparated hundreds of meters above the nearest peak and let himself free fall in celebration. The burden of constant control was lifted and the young man had not felt so free since before he knew that Voldemort wanted to kill him.

Harry felt the wind fly past him and laughed uncontrollably. Harry heard a voice reprimand him for being so careless and Harry smiled widely as Phor appeared next to him in his own steep dive to keep up with its flailing creator. The silver bird of prey was a magical summon who is part of a new magic Harry had created years ago. "Do you really think that is a good idea?" Phor asked irritated.

Harry laughed again feeling free after two long years of fighting the curse every second. "Guys come on! I haven't felt so free!" There was a hiss and growl in Harry's mind and Harry turned his body so the ground was to his back. There was still several hundred feet before he would apparate again to higher ground somewhere else around the world. This was now his third jump and it was near the Alps. "Guys come on out the wind is fine!" Harry laughed uproariously as Arvalis, a silver snake, wrapped himself around Harry's spinning body, and the look on Argent, a silver wolf, when he tried in vain to find something to plant his feet on.

"I hate you." The silver wolf's voice screamed as he lost control of his body and began spinning at odd angles.

Harry spun his body quickly for Arvalis' benefit and heard echoing chants of, "I hate you," from his two land-based summons. Harry apparated himself and his summons toward some islands in the middle of the world. Harry laughed loudly when his stomach did several flips from no motion to complete free fall again. The wolf, snake and bird all said in unison, "Stop it!" Harry laughed at the three and the summons disappeared. Harry concentrated his magic and felt his body slow dowd. When he was at a complete stop, he apparated to the Monastery that he had been living at. It was a small temple somewhere in Asia. Harry himself never knew where it was as he simply felt drawn to the small palace at the base of the mountain this temple rested upon.

When he arrived, he bowed to his master. "Thank you for the meditation. It has helped me with my demons."

The Monk bowed in return. "It may have helped, but your demons are not conquered." The monk eyed him sadly. "They will not be until you can let go of who you want to be, and accept who and what you are."

Harry's smiling eyes became serious and he was about to ask what that meant when Harry woke up.

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Harry slowly opened his eyes and sighed. He was used to waking up quietly from any kind of dream. It was the only way he was able to gain some kind of peace after a vision or nightmare from his friends while he was in his final years of school at Hogwarts. Harry thought it was wonderful that he could see his summons after nearly three years of sealing them away, but the dreams left him feeling frustrated. He never did get an answer from that monk. This particular dream was making him remember that he still had those 'demons'. Harry rolled over and his wife Susan murmured something before grabbing his arm and pulling it back over her. Harry smiled and just held her thinking of the dream again. He had taken Divination more seriously after his godfather, Sirius Black, died. Those studies were telling him that he should pay attention to this one memory that has been repeating itself for so long. It had been nearly seven years since Voldemort died at his hands and yet Harry for all his freedoms, happy life, and promising future of his family, could not shake the feeling that he was not supposed to be granted these gifts without finishing something…

It was unidentifiable to him and only the seals that showed on his skin while he slept reminded him that, despite that he was happy, he will always be dangerous. Harry pulled his wife closer to him and she sighed happily in her sleep. He had naturally spoken to her about his dreams and she said that he should just keep an open mind for things as they come. Harry rolled his eyes at the memory. He loved his wife dearly but she had a way of making everything that he would be worried about nothing more than a simple matter. Harry kissed his wife's forehead and wondered at times why his early life was so cursed, and now his present life is so blessed. Was this life making up for past mistakes or is this simply a calm in Harry's hectic and usually violent life.

Harry heard the steps of his daughter Alice running on the hard wood floor down the hall. Harry was too tired to call her to ask his adopted daughter where she was going so early in the morning. In truth it was relatively late, and if Harry Potter had a normal job, he would have been late. It was summer time, and Susan had no obligations to the school other than to write an article for the medical journal she subscribed to. Harry himself had trained Aurors in limited wandless magic. The Auror Academy was in between training camps so Harry relaxed on his bed with his beautiful wife still thinking of why it was so important to think about a memory that had happened more than five years ago. Harry sighed. A dark thought passed through his mind.

Because there is always more to it.

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The visitor had not come by in a few weeks.

The cell door began through a series of clanks and screeches. The cell was more of an independent flat than a prison cell. It had furniture, a kitchen, bathroom, shower and bedroom. The living quarters were actually made years ago when the island was originally planed as a safe house to move the Minster into hiding during major war. With the destruction of Azkaban Prison eight years ago, it quickly began to be reworked as the new wizarding prison, Bakan Prison.

The woman who lived in this living space had become known to a select few as one of the most powerful analytical minds of the wizarding world. Even now with only the power of a muggle she could still be a threat or a great ally. Cyan Niete was known as a terrorist who had tried to assassinate the Minister Granger three years ago. What many did not know was that Cyan Niete believed that the only way prevent Wizarding Britain from going to war was to remove Minister Granger from office. When her uncanny insight to political maneuverings was known, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger-Weasley agreed to persuade the Wizengamot to have her sent to life in prison instead of death.

She helped stem off several assassinations attempts and aided in foreign affairs for the past three years as a political analyst. She has done this job very well and only Cyan andthree people aside from the visitor knew that she regularly received a guest. Cyan looked up from her stack of books and nodded to the woman who entered her domain. "Hello Minister, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Hermione took off her glasses and looked at the older woman and back to the tablet she held in her hand. "This is the transcript of the last Wizengamot."

Cyan took the tablet and browsed it. "Your Cold war is getting a little more vicious it seems." She read through insults traded between Hermione and the Minister of France. It was obvious now that they realized who was truly behind the destruction of Clavis, the refuge city that was destroyed by Harry Potter during the last war.

"They are not willing to bring charges. If that is from my own influence or something else I don't know. The court has all but vocally agreed that my position has supreme mandate. I have tried to break the notion but with little influence."

Cyan nodded and turned to her books and ran hands over spines until she pulled out one about the history over the Southern Confederation. They held the most opposition to Hermione's influence. "You need to be careful with most members now don't you?"

Hermione nodded. It was beginning to become increasingly hard to stabilize the council now that most of the good will of reconstruction was over from the last war with Voldemort. Many wizards and witches from the council were relieved when Harry Potter refused an offered seat on the council. "It is difficult. Almost all of the members seem ready to turn on me. I wonder if it is not a good idea to simply remove myself from the council."

Cyan closed her book and stretched. "There is nothing you can do, if you leave, Britain loses their only voice. The problem isn't you. The council has not grown in members since the changes of several confederacies to becoming independent countries. Not every one is represented at the Wizengamot."

Hermione smiled weakly. "I think the council realizes that but does not want to change their ways. And this constant tension when we meet is killing us."

Cyan grunted and stood up to get some water. "From the transcript there is more going on." She read over several lines to herself while drinking her water. "LeBlanc seems to be convincing himself of something rather than ridiculing you." She sat across from Hermione and finished her water. "I think you really should tighten security around the Ministry. I still think that you will be the first person anyone will go after. That or Albus Dumbledore, but he can protect himself as much as Harry Potter." Hermione stirred slightly but nodded. Cyan had always wanted to ask why the Minister was so concerned with Harry but never got a strait answer. She let the matter drop and the two exchanged a few more pleasantries before the Minister departed and Cyan returned to her books, journals and news papers to see if there was something she was missing.

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Albus had retired as Headmaster of Hogwarts a year ago, but he still had many jobs that he would do regardless of his age. One such job sat in front of him. Albus Dumbledore made many mistakes in his long life. A few he was able to rectify, others he was able to justify, but there were always still the ones that could never be corrected. Albus wondered how this young man stood in that sphere of mistakes. "Have the visions been getting worse Mathew?" Albus led the young man around the gardens on the south side of Hogwarts. It was mid summer and many of the flowers were just passing the flowering season. The two walked among the walk way that was littered with petals of over a hundred different varieties of flowers. Albus did not hear a reply and slowed to look at the young man. Mathew sighed and looked at the petal covered path. "Mathew?" Albus said gently but with a grandfather's force in his voice.

The fourteen year old grunted in frustration. "I get them as waking dreams now Professor." Mathew moved his hand through his hair and looked intent on focusing on anywhere but to the old wizard in front of him.

Albus waved off the title. "Albus please. I am no longer a headmaster or a teacher."

Mathew nodded. "Albus, I keep getting the same images." Mathew swallowed a lump in his throat. The last few months of the semester were hard for him. His abilities were beginning to become widely known at the school. Students begged for their fortune readings, what would be on the next tests, and Mathew had to constantly cope with the new powers that seemed to be constantly awaking. What really bothered him was the way a few students acted when he made an off hand comment about him getting sick of the harassment. A few students asked why he was being so secretive about what will happen. Others tried to see if they could trick 'The Oracle' into giving away something profound. Mathew finally looked squarely into the old man's eyes. "I need to be put somewhere safe. It's too hard not to start making people who know I am an oracle panic. A few of my classmates this past semester have been thinking I am writing death visions of them." Mathew snorted. "As if they knew the first thing of real divination." Mat rubbed his head again and refocused his wavering eye sight.

Albus nodded. Mathew Andrews was now a talented Oracle. His predictions have become more accurate and his own intuition to interpret them has made him the most powerful prophet of his generation and others are beginning to wonder if that will soon encompass being the most talented Oracle ever. Albus had seen the people panic when they heard this young man say anything that sounded negative. They believe they could interpret his actions as prophecy and see the future by simply watching him. "What do you suggest my boy?"

Mathew closed his eyes and turned his head in pain. "I just saw the scene again. Feathers and knives keep disappearing. That's all I can see." He said to himself. He looked up to Albus. "Anywhere I can be alone. And somewhere that no one except a few people can visit me would be nice. I don't care about being found, if they can't get to me." Albus looked at the boy. The young blonde man was great at Quiditch and had the muscles to show him a fine chaser. But while it was all well and good, the boy had already accepted the fact that he may never attend Hogwarts again. Albus was saddened that nothing could rectify what he himself felt was a mistake in nurturing such a gift. Albus looked at the young man and nodded.

"Would you like to continue your education?"

Mathew shook his head. "No, not for a while. I have read of a few oracles like me who were able to control to some degree the spontaneous nature of this skill. I need to do that first if I ever want to be normal." Albus smiled. He sounded remarkably like another talented boy with messy raven hair.

"I'll speak to Minister Granger." Albus stood and shook the boys' hand. "May I suggest that we find someone who can mentor you?"

Mathew looked at him gratefully and nodded. "If you please professor, but we have already tried a few people before. What makes you think this will be different?"

Albus looked at the scroll in front of him. "The major difference will be the focus of just the mentor and little else." Mathew nodded. He said his good bye's and left for his room in Ravenclaw Tower. He had started living at the castle the previous summer when he was no longer able to hide his ability from the public. His parents would visit him and his friends came by regularly. Albus thought sadly that those friends only numbered four.

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Mathew entered the common room and heard a book slam shut. He grinned at his visitor. "Hello Alice, how are you doing?" Mathew stood a little straighter and grinned at the beautiful girl in front of him. In the past few years Alice had dressed decidedly muggle. It caused some resentment from the pure blooded crowd, but many students began to think of it as trendy and started to dress the same. The popularity this girl had both suffered and enjoyed only encouraged many bold young men to try and court her as a noble woman. While Owen and Mat privately agreed that she was gorgeous, it was the mob of boys in school who had really made her aware of her looks. Alice stood up and moved her dark dyed brown hair out of her eyes and gave him a warm hug. He melted in the embrace and stepped away when she let go. He already knew there was no place in her heart for him and he didn't want to waste time trying to make one. He had short enough time dealing with the influences of his foresight.

She smiled back at him. "Good, Owen should be here soon." Mathew smiled at that. Owen and Alice broke up over a year ago and they still remained best friends. He chuckled over a few of their awkward moments as a couple and later as renewed friends and wondered what fate had against the pairing.

"I am afraid we still can't go beyond Hogwarts grounds. I can't be too far away in case I get another vision." Alice smiled and nodded. Mat's smile faltered when he thought of where he would be moved to, moved being the operative term. He lost much of his freedom and childhood to his gifts. Mathew both regretted and would never take back the experiences he was blessed and cursed with. He accepted long ago that he would just have to live with the way his life is.

Alice grabbed his arm. "Let's go already. Owen should be coming through the gates soon and we can pelt him with snow balls." Alice cackled as she conjured a single ball of snow and pelted the Ravenclaw before he even noticed her wand pointed at his face. Mat laughed and wiped his face. The two left the common room and swiftly made their way to the doors of Hogwarts only passing the Bloody Baron on their way out.

They both stood behind the gates and waited for a few minutes. Owen had owled both Alice and Mat that he would be late since he needed to go to Hogsmeade before visiting. Ten minutes later Alice and Mat still leaned against the gate walls waiting impatiently. Owen was very punctual about his arrival time and it was odd that he was running this late. Alice sighed in frustration. "What is taking him so long?" Mat chuckled. He conjured and threw a snow ball at Alice.

She screamed a protest. Mat just laughed. "That was for getting me in the common room." Alice giggled and sat back down waiting for Owen to show up.

Mat was looking intently at the path from Hogsmeade and almost didn't recognize the flash memory of a few moments into the future. He had enough time to groan before he felt himself buried in several feet of snow. Alice groaned as she looked up to the top of the stone wall and saw Owen smiling at the two. Mat and Alice dug themselves out and cast drying charms on themselves. "That is so not fair." Alice looked at Owen with a spell her adopted father showed her in a class he had taught at Hogwarts. She whistled. "You are too good at that. I couldn't even trace where you came from." Alice felt the magic from the wandless application disappear and she looked at Owen with her normal vision.

Owen smiled. "I needed the practice, the Auror exams are in March next year before I take my NEWTs." He jumped off the high stone wall and landed in a deep crouch. He banished the snow to the side of the road and gave Alice a hug and Mathew a handshake and a pat on the back. "Its good to see you both before the term started. So what are we going to do?" Owen smiled as he waved his wand and conjured several horses and each student mounted one.

Alice just scowled at him. "Show off."

Mat and Owen laughed. Owen was not the most educated student at Hogwarts. It was with his own innate understanding of how a skill he learned from Professor Potter named 'condition' that he was able to perform well beyond that of an adult. Many students were in awe of him. Those from the original 'Advanced Magics' class were in awe of some of the things he could do with just condition, knowing that he had never been able to summon.

Alice huffed at the two boys before clucking at her horse to move ahead of them. The three circled around the castle and raced around the gardens before they trotted their horses to the lake. They had been talking of their summer, their plans for after school. Alice who is a student prodigy in her own right could have graduated years ago but decided to fill out all her education. She would be graduating one year early along with Owen. Mathew heard of what she had planned through rumor only and was surprised that she would be entering into politics at so young of an age. "So what does it mean to be aid to the Liaison of the Interior?"

Alice smiled at Mathew's question. "I help the people who talk to the Muggle Minister of Britain. I will organize his speeches and arguments to persuade the Minister of Britain to aid us whenever we need it or have him turn a blind eye to those who needed to be tried in our law system rather than the muggle one. Quite a few criminals will often break laws in the muggle world and weasel out of more heinous crimes they had committed in the magical world."

Mat and Owen smiled. It was not often they would see Alice this excited over anything, much less a future job position. "But that is in a little over eleven months away. I need to take my NEWTs and then prepare myself for the interview with the Minister of Magic and her heads of office of Aurors, Liaison, Foreign Affairs and Interior."

The group approached the lake and Owen charged his horse into a gallop. Owen jumped off his horse as it disappeared and dove into the lake. Mat and Alice laughed as they dismounted their horses and ran towards the water, transfiguring their own clothes to join him. After a half hour of dunking each other and greeting the merfolk the three got out of the lake and dried before walking back to the castle.

"Dad wanted to know how you are holding up Mat." Alice walked in between the two boys.

Mathew hesitated and it showed in his step. The group slowed down while Mat thought of what to say. "I am doing better, but I am pretty sure that I won't be attending Hogwarts this year."

Both Owen and Alice immediately began to argue when Mathew raised his hand to stop them. "It's something that I had been thinking about for a while now. I think it's for the best. I'll make sure that you can both visit. While I am gone I will hopefully be able to work on a way to control my ability." Mathew exhaled the last few words. He gave a clear indication that he did not want to think about the arrangement. Both Alice and Owen nodded.

"At least we can have a sending off party to where ever you go if it's beyond Isles." Mathew stopped completely. He looked at his two friends worriedly. It had never occurred to him that he might go well beyond a place where his friends could visit him.

"Thanks guys." Mat said quietly. Alice and Owen looked concerned before Alice hooked an arm around both men's elbows. "Let's get some real food! I am sure a few house elves would be willing to fetch us some fish and chips from a muggle restaurant." She giggled while pulling both boys into the castle.

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Tonks had been working with Harry in organizing Aurors for the inspection for the past few days. Since he had finished his official duties as instructor for the season she kicked him out so she would be able to work with her own troops in peace. It was hard enough to make sure every single person concentrated on the difficult spells they needed to master on their own, forget about having the famous Harry Potter in the room scrutinizing them as well.

"Laura, I need to send out this report to the Ministry. Give it to Dawn. She'll make sure Hermione gets it." The young Auror nodded. She did not comment on Auror Tonks' familiarity with the Minister or her assistant. When she left a soft knock sounded from her door. "Come in."

Tonks looked up and smiled. "Hello, Cho." She looked behind her and her smile faded. "What's going on?" Tonks stood up and saw Cho's entire team behind her.

"We think the cold war is going to break into a full one." Tonks nodded and called an order for her contingent to assemble.

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Tragedy begins the final stand

Soils of greed lay their outward plans

Fruits of labor describe the end

Soldier's new and old, domains regained

Slay the starter destroys the world

Spare the man, prepares the sword

Lives are spared by neither choice

The ones who fall will gain the voice

Hark the dangers of fools and faith

Armies control the faceless wraith

End of ends has comes at last

Prepare thy self and accept the past

Mathew woke up with the voice chanting the poem repeatedly in his head. He turned his head and sighed. It was early and he would not be leaving for the House of Vanguard for several hours. The family volunteered to help the young man with his gift as many of their own members had what Mathew understood as the third sight, a very weak off shoot of his own abilities. The next three hours trudged along while he had his belongings packed and he took a long walk around the halls of Hogwarts. I wondered if he would ever return here as a student and ignored the impulse to sigh in disappointment. It was not fair for him to give up this school and those who meant a great deal to him. Mathew spoke to each professor that was there and finally made his way to the entrance escorted by Headmistress McGonagall.

"I will miss it now that I am leaving." Mathew looked at the Great Hall fondly before turning his back to it and walked towards the entrance to the castle.

"We will all miss you here Mr. Andrews." The new Headmistress smiled at the young man. "I hope that you do plan on finding time to visit the students once or twice a year." Mathew perked up at the thought. He did not think that he could visit rather than have others come to him. He smiled his gratitude before stepping outside.

"Oh my God." Mathew stumbled before looking at the carriage. It was surrounded with a black aura. He never saw death so tangible before. He turned to his former teacher. "There is something wrong. I don't know if it's the Vanguard family or if I go there, but someone is going to die." The Headmistress nodded and left quickly to her office.

Mathew slumped to the stairs and sat watching the aura as it contorted around the carriage. He could almost make out the outline of a threstral while the aura was going around the magical beast. Mathew looked at his watch and saw that he should have made it to Hogsmeade and been entering the castle where he would have trained soon. The black aura began to become thinker. It was not long before he could no longer see the carriage itself.

The aura of the carriage seemed to grow with every passing moment. The young man stood to take a few steps towards the carriage and immediately became sick. It smelled of decay. Mathew turned his head and retched out his lunch. He seemed to not want to look away from the aura. It was a strange sense of morbid curiosity at seeing the essence of death. With each passing moment the black aura began to grow beyond the carriage and slowly swept through the yard of the castle. Mathew gasped as he felt the aura envelope him and the castle he leaned against. Mat stood up and ran to the headmistress's office. He knew that he needed to leave. He had never ignored a warning before and this was screaming in a loud voice in his mind to run.

Mathew ran past the gargoyles that stood aside with the gate opened. He ran up the stairs and into the headmistress's office. "Professor McGonagall!" The older woman saw the young man and closed off the fire connection to the Ministry.

"Thank you Mathew, I am unable to contact the family. I was talking with the Minister to have Aurors investigate the scene."

Mathew exhaled. He did not want to let panic grip him while he did not know what was occurring at his supposed new home. Mathew felt the Aura of death begin to taint the air and said to the Headmistress. "I need to leave."

"Why is that? I would think you would be safest here. We do not believe it was an attack on you."

"Professor, please," Mathew looked back towards the door and the black aura began to reach the last peaks of the castle. "I am in danger here."

The Headmistress nodded and threw floo powder into the fire. "The Ministry of Magic!" The older woman grabbed the young man and they both disappeared into the fire.

The secretary began to drone off information and to hand them her wands. Mathew felt the sickening aura here as well. He tugged the Professor's sleeve and shook his head when she looked at him. "It's here too." Mathew took in several long breaths to steady himself.

"We need to speak Minister Granger now!" Snapped the older woman.

The secretary began to skeptically file out the necessary forms. Professor McGonagall just walked by the woman and dragged her student behind her. Several people approached to stop her but her glare made them slow and they then recognized who it was. The Headmistress of Hogwarts ignored everyone and entered the Ministers office ignoring the female assistant who protested. "Hermione!"

"Why are you here Professor? I thought our floo call..." She noticed the young man behind her and looked up to the older woman.

"This is Mathew Andrews. He is the one who gave us the warning. I think what ever is going on it is truly directed at this young man rather than the Vanguard. Mr. Andrews knows something is warning him."

Hermione of course had several conferences over what to do with the boy and his talents. She knew who he was and how he had found of his powers. She never put much stock in divination, but that did not mean she would ignore it. She had enough experience with that branch of magic to know when to take it seriously. "How so?"

Mathew had began a cold sweat since they had entered the ministry. He looked up to the Minister of Magic. "The black aura is everywhere." His voice was quiet. "It is telling me I am going to die." Mathew shook and the Headmistress placed a steady arm around the boy. "It's here too, warning me, telling me that it is going to happen soon."

Minister Granger felt her heart go out to the boy. "Is there a place you think you can go and not be in this aura, and out of danger?"

Mathew shook his head then looked up suddenly. "I think there is a way to find a place. Do you have a map of the Isles?"

Hermione ignored her status and ran outside and grabbed the map that her assistant had on the wall. She ran back in and slammed the door shut and locked before placing several more charms along with the Headmistress around the office. Mathew smiled. The black fog lightened slightly. Hermione placed the map on her desk and Mathew closed his eyes to concentrate on the map to allow himself to focus on the islands. He opened his eyes and felt despair grip his heart. The whole map was black. Several grey holes littered the blanket of dark shadow. "Are you alright kid? You're crying." Mathew looked to the Minister and shook his head.

"There is no where." He looked at the map carefully. He concentrated on several holes and saw one in the middle of the ocean. He smiled slightly when it was white. "Here." He pointed to the spot. "It is the only place where what ever wants me will not reach."

Hermione looked at the map and almost laughed. "I would hope that place is secure. Are you sure you want to leave for there? Hogwarts is not safer?" Mathew's body began to shake at the memory of Hogwarts. Hermione saw the reaction. "Alright I guess not. Well, I'll have a large contingent of aurors escort you then."

"Wait what is it?"

"I can't tell you that here." Eight aurors entered the room and the Minister wrote out orders. "Take care of this young man." The guards saluted.

"Good bye Professor. Thank you Minister." Mathew ignored the blackening aura that had steadily becoming thicker while he was in the Ministers office.

"Follow me." An Auror looked at the young boy and then looked at the Minister to confirm where he was taking the boy. She gave a firm nod. "I will be sending a detailed message as soon as you leave." The group saluted and left with the young man in the middle of them.

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Hermione saw the boy leave and then looked to Minerva. "He will be safe. I promise." The Head mistress nodded and left. When the door closed Hermione shouted. "DAWN!" A young witch ran into the office breathless. "Get me five squads of Aurors to aid in the investigation of the Vanguard estate!" The assistant gave an affirmative yip before she ran out of the room. Hermione saw the aid leave and sighed that this was not something that will be blow out of proportion.

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Mathew felt several times where he knew he would spew but kept his mouth shut. The black fog was so thick that he stumbled a few times before he decided to not look at the aura of the people who had come to escort him. The Aurors escorting Mathew took him to the registration office that issued portkeys. "I need two class A portkeys to Field 1." The clerk nodded and several minutes passed where Mathew felt like he would pass out from the black fog that had settled around him. He could not hear the voices that ordered him to grab a hold of the portkey. He barely registered the hand moving his own to grab the book that held his final destination. Mathew took in several deep breaths of air as he felt his body over come from the lack of pressure. He collapsed to the floor while he let his swimming mind settle before looking at his surroundings. Mathew found he was on an island. He felt a chill go through his back at one look at the water. The black aura was here too, it just stopped at the edge of whatever wards hid this place.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" Asked a younger Auror. He was closer to Mathew's age than the Ministers. The other Aurors looked at him grimly. Mat did not know but his face was still a chalk white.

Mathew looked at the Aurors. "I am fine." The young oracle sighed. He was glad to no longer feel sick and looked at the building on the island. His eyes widened at the fortress that was imbedded into the very stone of the island. It was not carved. It was molded right from the very stone, as if that was how the mountain had always been. The intricate patterns around the buildings were each powerful wards that the young man could feel with every fiber of his sixth sense. Whatever this place was, it was the safest place his mind could be. No stray thoughts, directed malice or even his own thoughts seemed to hold much resonance here. "Where are we?"

The leading Auror smiled at the boy. "Welcome to Bakan Prison."

Mathew looked up in surprise. He never gave much thought what the highest security prison would look like but he had always thought it would be like a dark dungeon rather than this palace. The Aurors escorted him through the upper levels. When they stopped at a door, only one Auror escorted him in. The Auror saluted to the man at the desk of the richly furnished office. The Auror looked to the boy, "This is Granza Archensen. He is the warden of this facility and will arrange your living quarters."

The middle aged man looked over his mustache and beard and down to the boy who stood in front of his desk. He nodded to the child. "I do not normally run a hotel here, but as this is the most secure part of the world it is understandable that such measures are needed." He said the words carefully and delicately. Mathew understood this as he saw the fluctuating aura of the man. It argued that the boy should not be here, that the Minister is wrong and that he should never be in charge of children regardless of their abilities and age.

Mathew said equally as carefully. "Thank you for your hospitality, I am sure you are not used to a presence of a guest, much less a young one. I will be as forth coming with my needs, and not with my wants. I just need a place to be protected, not a place to be waited on hand and foot." The old man smiled at the boy.

"Very well. We have arranged rooms in the Maximum security wing as they are the only rooms available away from the hardest criminals and the have the most accommodations."

"The Maximum security wing?" Mathew looked at the man disbelievingly.

The man coughed. "There is only one person there that occupies a cell, or rather room. And she is little threat to anyone."

Mathew nodded and a few short minutes later he was taken several hundred feet below the top level to the Maximum security wing. He noticed a room he passed that seemed to be an apparation point. It looked to be only two exits out of this wing. Through the one way door where he arrived or through the apparation point that had several different doors to go through. The auror who escorted him asked several questions to keep the tone light. Mathew smiled at the attempt and said a few words sportingly in return.

Mathew was taken through a single long hall before he found a center room. The room was a large circular room that connected half a dozen halls like spokes in a wheel. There was an auror stationed at two of the hall entrances. The Auror who was leading him was about to lead him down one hall on the far side of the large room when Mathew stopped. His mind told him to go down the other hall that an Auror was guarding. Mathew looked at the hall and turned to his escort. "What is down that one?"

"That is the only prisoner at this level. She is pretty quiet except for the single guard that she talks to regularly."

Mathew looked at the auras of the hall and the men guarding it. They both felt it was a waste of time guarding that post while the aura of the hall was almost serene. "I need to go down that hall." Mathew felt positive that he needed to see for himself what kind of person has a life imprisonment sentence that these Aurors would think would not need to be guarded. He ignored the protests of the Aurors around him and had he been paying attention, he would have seen the look of fear in their faces. They no longer saw a boy walking in front of them. They saw a powerful prophet. Mathew never understood how famous he was. But everyone knew what he will be and who he is now. This boy commanded as much respect as many of his elders.

Mathew walked down the hall in a daze. The lining carvings and the enchantments that lined the walls were barely noticeable to him. He stopped at the door at the end of the hall and without knowing how, it opened for him. The Aurors stood behind him watching him but not daring to touch him. He entered and found the room much like any household. A single woman sat at a table stacked with books and scrolls. When she looked up Mathew felt that he found what he had been looking for. The confidence and stability this woman exuded was enough for him to understand a little of himself. Mathew turned to the Auror who had escorted him. "I have found my teacher."