A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, been busy with schoolwork, etc.

Disclaimer: Despite what you may think, I still don't own Harry Potter.


Twisted Premonitions

Chapter 3

"Lesser Evils"


"Harry? Are you going to wake up anytime soon?" Harry heard a female voice in his sleep. Even as tired as he was, he automatically registered the voice to be that of one of his best friends: Hermione. Then, he heard a voice he didn't expect, which made him get up with a start.

"That's not how you do it, Granger. POTTER! WAKE UP!" As soon as it registered that it was none other than Draco Malfoy, his school rival for six years, speaking, he instinctively reached to pull out his wand.

"Looking for this?" Malfoy said, as he tossed Harry his wand. Harry finally had waken up enough to notice that he was in Grimmauld Place, and to see Draco, he had noticed he looked paler and thinner than usual.

"What are you doing here?" Harry had tried to hide the annoyance in his voice, but failed spectacularly.

"If you wanted to know, Potter, I was the one who carried you here, so you should at least a little grateful. And I saw your spectacular broom wreck – I haven't seen such a fall since the dementors' surprise attack on our Quidditch field in our third year," Draco retorted coolly, but Harry noticed less malice in his voice than he was used to.

"Well, that's not necessarily true. You know it was Moody who found you two, but Malfoy had already made a pretty decent attempt at hiding you from all the Muggles." Hermione said.

"That crazy old man looked almost ready to kill me. He first thought I attacked you. Luckily my cousin showed up and fixed everything. You see, my cousin was tracking you, making sure you wouldn't get into any trouble. It ended up that he didn't like getting wands waved in his face, so he sent me to look after you," Draco explained.

"That guy's your cousin? Why was he tracking me?" Harry asked, very much confused.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Well, all he told me was he had a score to settle with Voldemort." Draco shuddered, but unlike most people, in disgust more so than fear.

Then, Ron had appeared at the doorway. "What are you doing here?" he had asked in the same tone Harry had, except for he was deliberate about it.

"Looks like the third member of the amazing trio is here. I'm going downstairs to see if breakfast is ready yet." Draco said as he shoved past Ron.

"Wait, you git! You still haven't answered my question!" Draco ignored Ron and headed downstairs. "Git..." Ron mumbled. "So Harry, nice to see you. How'd you get here? And what's Malfoy doing here?"

"I'll let you explain," Harry told Hermione as he got up.


"He's a what?" Harry asked. "A magister," Hermione said. "They're elite wizards, born by chance, but if they take training, they can be among the most powerful. They're both of Seer descent and even a born animagus. They're known to have powerful animagus forms, the one I read about had a dragon form, but I'm not sure of what species."

"Wow, you think he has a dragon form?" Ron asked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been in an Order of the Phoenix meeting most of the day, where they had met John Kalrendis, the prodigal magister. Draco got a chance to explain where he had been since Snape killed Dumbledore, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione still didn't trust him or his cousin. The meeting had just adjourned, and the three of them had went upstairs to the master bedroom to discuss what to do next.

"He might, but we definitely know he's a Seer. How did he know to rescue Malfoy at just the right time? I still don't trust him, Harry. When you meet for his lessons, you should be really careful," Hermione said.

Harry had just remembered that John told him he wanted to teach him something that would help him fight Voldemort, he deemed it suspicious. But the others in the Order had recommended it, they said the magister could be trusted.

"Everyone else, even Moody, said he could be trusted, though," Harry replied. "I hope they're right. A fight with a magister seems a little one-sided."

"Talking about fights, how did you kill Lestrange?" Hermione had finally asked. Harry thought he should have prepared for this, but he didn't get a chance to.

"Well...I just did. She shouldn't have kept chasing me, she was condemning herself. Oh, don't look at me like that. If you wanted to know, she got a few nasty spells in herself. Why do you think I passed out on by broom?" Harry said angrily, then pulled back his sleeve and revealed a magical scar on his left forearm.

Hermione gasped. Ron swore. It looked like a swirl of red trenches dug in his forearm, with no order to it at all. He pulled his sleeve back up, and mumbled "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," but didn't sound very convincing.

They had sat in silence for a few seconds, when John himself appeared at the doorway, and beckoned Harry to come with him. Ron and Hermione cast him worried looks, which he responded to with a look that said "don't worry, I'll be fine." Harry hoped he would, as he got up and followed John out the door. When they were alone, he said, "We need complete seclusion for this. I'm not sure if you should even trust your friends with this ability."

Harry was about to reply, when he felt John's hand grab his shoulder, then a crack, then felt that familiar uncomfortable feeling associated with Apparition.


"An ambush? Are you sure about this, Hermione?" Ron replied, aghast. Hermione had suggested that they more or less force an explanation out of John Kalrendis, if they could.

"Yes, Ron, I'm serious. We need to get this info out of him, he will be coming back, and I also heard he 'rented' a flat a couple blocks away from here, and he'll probably end up walking there." Hermione explained simply. "We will get the information we need out of him then and there."


Harry had appeared in what looked like half a potioneer's lab, half what looked like what the D.A. used to train in in his fifth year. Surprisingly enough, it didn't seem to have any doors or windows. This is such a trap, Harry thought. When John had regained his composure, he asked "So, you like it? It's a practice room and lab I made myself, you can only apparate to it."

"Now, for the ability, Helix Cast. As you probably figured out by now, I'm a magister. Magisters also have a unique ability that they can teach anyone they want. This handy trick is how all of those Death Eaters basically fell all at once. As I said, you might not want to trust your friends with this - I have a bad feeling about it. First, a demonstration."

He shot the disarming spell, the stunning spell, and another disarming spell all at once at a target dummy. The spells literally did a helix, the light of each swirling around each other. When the spells made contact, the dummy's two wooden swords in his hand flew out, and he was knocked back.

"Now, I have to use a spell to unlock this ability in you. Then, I get to teach you it." John explained quickly, not giving Harry a chance to reply.

"You are probably wondering why I'm teaching this to you. Well, let's just say I only see you defeating Voldemort. I'm not telling you when or where, just that you will be the one to face Voldemort, and this ability will give you the edge you need." John's words were slightly reassuring to Harry, but he felt there was still something wrong as John tapped him with his wand on his right shoulder, his left shoulder, then on top of his head.

Harry suddenly felt energized, like he had had a lot of caffeine, but without the giddy feeling. He felt more focused than he had for what seemed years. He suddenly understood the motive of this stranger, it was pure and non-hostile.

"Now, try casting spells as you normally do, except try stringing them together." John said.

Harry saw the two wooden swords on the ground, and all of a sudden got an idea. "Accio, accio!" He shouted, in quick succession. He saw both spells come out of his wand at once, twirl around each other then split off to each of their targets. At the last second, he thought to throw his wand up in the air, as he caught both wooden swords, then crossed both swords as his wand landed on them.

"Excellent! That was beyond expectations, for the first time." John told Harry. "Once you find his Horcruxes, you'll have no problem taking Voldemort out. But first, let's practice a little more."

Harry practiced for another hour or so. By then, he was able to, under comfortable circumstances, cast up to six spells at once.

"I think I'm done for the night," Harry said tiredly. It had been a long day, and whatever spell John used on him seemed to wear off all of a sudden.

"I'm gonna clear things up in here," John said. "Can you apparate?" Harry nodded. "Then you can head back. You're also free to use this place to practice when you need to."

Harry then apparated back to his room, which was dark and empty. He stumbled over to his bed, and fell asleep quickly.


John had done what he had came here to do – teach Harry Potter an ability that would help him face Voldemort. He also cursed at his own ingenuity, because it costed him a walk back to his new house, because once he had apparated into his training room, he could only apparate back within 50 feet of where he apparated to his training room, and couldn't use apparition again for another ten minutes.

He appeared outside the headquarters, and started walking across the street when he heard a slightly familiar voice yell, "Oy, Death Eater, stop!" followed by another voice that said "Ron, shut up!" He kept walking, waiting for them to start something. He predicted correctly, for he had heard "Expelliarmus!"

He spun around quickly, and saw two spells heading towards him. He quickly Helix casted the counter spell for both a stunning spell and a disarming spell, sending his own with them. Hermione was able to parry them both, some how, while Ron was knocked out and his wand sent flying. Hermione shot the disarming spell this time, and then caught Ron's wand and begin silently firing spells left and right.

The spells then started converging instead of fizzling each other, and an orb of pure magic energy begin collecting size rapidly.

John was surprised when the orb, now twice his height, was getting dangerously close to him. He Helix cast a startling amount of spells into it, as many as he could. This had caused the orb of magic to overload, causing a large magical explosion.

When John had regathered his senses, he saw Hermione standing over him, with her wand pointed right at him. "Yield?" she asked simply.

"Never," John replied. This was when he finally made use of that trinket his father gave him. It was an amulet, in the shape of a shield, and made a fully functional Shield Charm around him. He then summoned his wand to him, and disapparated.