Title: Misunderstood Godsend

Pairing: Slow moving Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Summary: Draco Malfoy could save the wizarding world but he can only understand with Harry as his translator. A fact he is none too pleased about.

Disclaimer: This is not a profitable venture. The characters are not mine. The only thing that is, is the plot.

AN: First off, I am British. I know this is pretty much an American site and if any of you Yanks have no idea what I am blathering on about, leave a review or an email.

Secondly, I am going on holiday for two weeks soon, so you'll get maybe one more chapter before I go, sorry if it puts any on off!

Chapter 1

Sight.

Not the kind of sight an ordinary muggle or wizard has, but Sight. Amongst the wizarding world it is considered a rare and valuable gift. The ability to see the future and to know more than others.

The knowledge is valuable and many witches and wizards over the centauries have paid vast amounts of money for a small insight into their future. Many magical folk have used this method to con others out of large sums of money for information that is hardly ever real.

If a Pureblood wizard has 'Seer' blood it does not make them any less pure. It does not because Sight is regarded as a skill not actually 'blood' as it is named.

It is impossible to test if a Seer is genuine or a fraud as most have problems expressing what they See. Some may have something similar to the curse of the Banshee, where they cannot tell anyone of the things they have seen no matter how hard they try, or some may be cursed with the inability to remember their 'visions' when they 'awake' from their state of meditation (or sometimes sleep as some Seers have visions when they are sleeping).

Others may be what we call 'Scryers'. These are people who use Scrying tools (such as a mirror or water in a black bowl) to look into the future. This is unreliable as this method shows us only one possible outcome of the person's future. Someone's decision to water their plants on Thursday instead of Wednesday for two weeks could change the future seen in a Scrying tool.

The main difference between 'Seers' and 'Scryers' is that a 'Seer' is born with the gift of Sight whereas anyone with enough meditative skill and patience can Scry.

These problems mean that coming across a genuine 'Seer' that can correctly predict the future is incredibly rare. Some families have 'Seer' blood in them, which is passed down from one generation to the next. Although it is impossible to have a family with pure 'Seer' blood as there is far too few 'Seers' to the number of people in the wizarding world. Many of the families with the strongest blood will be diluted down over the years by marrying wizards.

Many of the-

"Remind me again why I am taking this stupid class this year." Ron shouted slamming the divination book he was reading shut.

"Because, Ron, you said it would just be more of predicting your own death in such fantastic ways as accidentally drowning in a shallow bowl of camel's milk." Replied Harry in a rather exasperated tone of voice that implied he had gone through this subject several times before.

"Yeah, but that's what Fred and George told me!"

"Honestly, Ron. We are in a library if your going to complain about plebeian things such as divination please take yourself elsewhere. Some people are actually trying to work." Hermione's head appeared over the top of an incredibly thick volume entitled 'An Encyclopaedia of All Books Everywhere' by Ivanna Givupp.

"But 'Mione! The loony bat has got us reading four chapters a week about something we aren't even good at!" Ron launched back into his Why-the-hell-has-this-bogus-subject-got-so-hard-and-why-am-I-taking-it speech. Needless to say he never got any sympathy from Hermione.

Harry leaned back in his chair and took a break from furiously scribbling out and trying to correct things from his potions essay to watch his friends bicker on about a subject that had been 'bickered' to death, so to speak.

Friday night, Harry decided, was absolutely not the time to sit around and do homework. Even if they had a quidditch match tomorrow and a day out to Hogsmead on Sunday.

Hearing the argument subside Harry made a suggestion.

"I think we should call it a night. We've got a match tomorrow, Ron. Against Slytherin no less. We need to get a good nights sleep and we can do this homework tomorrow night."

"Yeah, it's nearly curfew anyway. I think-"

"No, absolutely not. You know that if you win you will have a huge party late into the night and if you lose you'll be sulking to much to even think about homework!" Hermione interjected. She'd heard this suggestion before and she'd be damned if she was going to fall for it again.

"How about if we promise?" Harry desperately tried to save the situation and get to bed. They'd been in the library for two and a half hours already because Hermione insisted they get it done before the weekend.

"Fine. If you two want to go to classes on Monday with none of your work done. Fine, but don't even try to convince me to let you copy mine." She returned to her book thinking that yet again she was going to have her two best friends come to her at ten in the evening on Sunday night begging to let them borrow her homework to copy it.

"See you later then." Ron told Hermione and caught Harry's eye as he turned and they shared a look.

"I hate it when she gets into one of those scary moods where she acts more like my mum than my friend. It's really weird." Ron commented to Harry as they exited the library and were sure that Hermione couldn't hear them.

"I know but imagine how much trouble we would be in if she hadn't got on to us all these years. We'd have so many detentions because of homework not handed in on time, we'd have no time for quidditch!"

Harry got on to the staircase that would lead them to the Gryffindor portrait hole and turned to face Ron just in time to catch the horrified look on his face as they waited for it to move.

Entering their sixth year at Hogwarts meant choosing what they wanted to do for NEWT's. As Harry still wanted to become an Auror he was taking potions and as Ron had been trying to get out of it for years dropped it as though it would seal his own death if he carried it on, and with Ron's potion skills that might have been the case. Ron was, therefore, stuck doing Divination as it was going to be 'easy'.

Encountering few people in the common room and getting up to the sixth year boy's dorm room was at the front of the two exhausted Gryffindor's mind's.

"Night, Ron." Whispered Harry so as not to wake Neville, who was sleeping across the room from them.

"Night, Harry." Replied Ron in an equally quiet voice. "We're gonna do great in the match tomorrow, Harry." Ron's voice had taken on that quality that peoples voice's do when they're in limbo between awake and sleeping.

"Yeah. We will"

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AN: This is my first fic so any feedback is appreciated! Also if you want any pairings in this story say so in a review and I'll try and incorporate it.

Do any of you think this chapter is too long or short? Any constructive criticism about anything is appreciated.

'Til next time!