DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not own Hogwarts,

But I am an excellent plotter, and these are my own words.

A/N: Yeah, the disclaimer is exactly why I am writing a story and not a poem…yikes, that was bad. Anyway, enjoy!

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Cass pushed her mind outwards, towards the direction Janelle's voice had come from. After a few seconds of searching, Cass said, "Stick…a very brittle stick."

Somewhere to Cass's left, one of her friends clapped their hands together. "Yep! That's totally wicked, Cass, totally wicked how you do that," came the sound of Brooke's voice. Cass smiled triumphantly; she had predicted correctly.

Cass lifted the stifling hot sweater that doubled as a blindfold off her face, blinking at the low sun. A breeze ruffled Cass's hair and cooled her sweaty face. It was Sunday afternoon and Cass, Janelle, and Brooke were out 'training'. Really, it was just a fun way to see how many outrageous objects Cass could 'guess'. Janelle always gave her easy stuff (because she was kind like that), but Brooke had gone all out, ranging from plants to, on one memorable round, a live squirrel. Cass's finger still throbbed slightly from that one.

Rose and Bello had gone around the lake to find more weird objects. In truth, Cass was getting a bit tired of it, but she wasn't about to ruin her friends' fun. Besides, it was good practice and very entertaining at times.

"Guys, how about we do something else for a while," Janelle suggested. Cass shot her a grateful look; Janelle was very perceptive and had picked up on Cass's uneasiness.

Brooke pouted (she was having way too much fun with this) and looked at Cass. Then she burst out laughing.

"What?" Cass asked.

"Your—your hair," Brooke choked out, guffawing.

Cass giggled, too; after wearing a sweater on it for over ten minutes, there was no telling what her hair looked like. She quickly pulled it back into a loose ponytail, but a few curly strands just wouldn't stay put. Cass brushed those behind her ear and said, "Janelle, great idea. I'm tired of being the center of attention."

"Cass, I loved your messy hair, won't you put it back?" Brooke teased.

"Nah, I make it a habit not to look like you," Cass retorted, giggling. Brooke harrumphed.

"Okay, so what are we going to—" Janelle started, but then stopped at the look on Cass's face.

Cass furrowed her brows as she felt…something. She couldn't quite articulate it, even in her thoughts. It seemed…familiar, subdued. And close.

"Cass?" Brooke prodded.

Cass shook her head. Brooke and Janelle's eyes widened, then a split second later, Cass felt a hand grip her shoulder.

Cass whipped her head around, nearly causing whiplash. Large, buglike eyes and an overwhelming scent of sherry greeted her. Cass shot to her feet and saw a woman draped in shawls and beads right next to her.

"Sorry, ma'am, you just startled me," Cass said quickly, hoping she hadn't offended the witch.

"My dear, I felt a calling to you…I am Professor Trelawney," the witch said by way of explanation. However, this did nothing to make Cass any less confused, only added to it.

"Nice to meet you, Professor. My name is Cassandra McGarther," Cass introduced herself.

Professor Trelawney stared at her blankly. Cass exchanged glances with Brooke and Janelle.

"Er, do you need anything, Professor?" Cass asked in confusion.

"You have the Gift," the older witch stated matter-of-factly.

Behind her, Cass heard Brooke mutter, "Doesn't take much to know that, what with all the rumors about Cass."

Herself, Cass didn't know what to say. "Um…" Cass trailed off into awkwardness. The professor was still staring at Cass with no expression in her large eyes. Cass met her eyes for the first time…and was yanked away from her body harshly.

A creepy, throaty voice chanted, "Born with faces same…"

The vision flickered painfully.

A girl with long, dark red hair held her swollen stomach tenderly. She was pregnant…

"Born with faces same," echoed the harsh whisper.

Flicker.

A girl with dark and curly hair ran on the top of an immobile train. A flash of sickly red light knocked her down and the girl screamed a scream of pure and unyielding pain.

Flicker.

A barely formed room stretched before the Seer. On a pedestal sat a...blinding, white-hot pain shot behind her eyes. She couldn't See this, it was guarded, it held pain and suffering…

"Born with faces same, born with faces same, born with faces same!" the voice chanted.

Flicker.

Wings black as a starless night loomed before the Seer's eyes. White hands meant to throttle, to hurt, to kill reached for her…orbs of bloodred pupils filled the Seer's vision…

Flicker.

Images were spinning faster and faster together, forming an unreadable web of the past, present, and future. Pain was everywhere, woven deep into the Seer and who she was and what she was and who she was going to be and her past and present and future and—

Cass lurched forward, onto her knees. She moaned and fell into a fetal position, cradling her head. Distantly, she heard Brooke and Janelle calling her name. Cass could just make out the words, "Get McGonagall…somebody, I don't care!" But pain flooded her senses and her vison blackened around the edges. What was that…what was that…what was that…Blackness engulfed Cass.

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Harry stared at the overwhelming pile of homework with trepidation. He was really starting to regret pushing off his homework for sch a long time. Across the table from him, Ron was looking at the mountain of papers with the same look as Harry's on his face.

A commotion outside the library caused Harry and Ron to snap their heads up in unison. A small, blonde Gryffindor first-year ran past the open doors of the library. A worried-looking McGonagall followed closely behind her. Harry and Ron glanced at each other with raised eyebrows.

"Seems pretty interesting to me, mate. More interesting than this pile of rubbish," Ron said. Harry didn't want to think about how mad that statement would have made Hermione.

"My sentiments exactly," Harry replied, knowing he would regret this later. The two boys hurriedly followed the first-year and their Head of House out of the school.

The two witches made their way towards the lake. As they walked after them, Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks. The lake? Harry thought. What is at the lake?

As it turned out, there were a couple things at the lake. One of them being Trelawney. The other being the girl that Harry had run into all too much lately. The girl with the drawing of Voldemort, Harry thought.

"Merlin's bloody pants, why is Trelawney out here? Why is she even out of her tower?" Ron murmured. Harry nodded in mutual bewilderment; Trelawney never left the tower she called home. So what was she doing by the lake? And with a first-year? Students didn't even take Divination until their third year!

The first-year—Cass, Harry recalled—was on the ground, moaning and clutching her head. Harry felt empathy towards her; his own head had been hurting too much for comfort lately.

"Miss McGarther, can you hear me?" McGonagall asked gently.

Ron asked, "Do you think she's alright? Harry?" Harry had started walking over to the first-year that had led McGonagall out.

"Hey, what happened?" he gently prodded the girl.

The young witch stared back at him with shock. Yes, it's the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, thought Harry sarcastically. "I—uh, don't really know. Th—that professor came up to her—Cass, I mean—and suddenly Cass just gave a gasp and fell down. I think—I think she had a… a vision," she whispered nervously.

"Oh," was all Harry said. He looked over to Trelawney. The Divination teacher just sat on the ground and was talking to a Hufflepuff girl with short brown hair. The girl looked uncomfortable but was politely talking back.

Harry walked back over to Ron, but was interrupted by McGonagall saying, "Potter? Weasley? What are you two doing here?" Was that fear? Harry thought he detected the emotion behind McGonagall's usual strict voice, but he couldn't tell for sure.

"Er, we saw you running down…sorry, we'll just go," Harry stammered.

"Never mind," McGonagall snapped. "You can take Professor Trelawney back to her tower."

Ron opened his mouth angrily, but Harry just murmured, "It's fine, let's just do it." He added louder, "Yes, Professor."

Luckily, Trelawney got up by herself and walked towards the castle. But she stopped next to Cass and said, "If you ever need advice over control of the Inner Eye, you are always welcome in my tower. I must rest from by experience with the All-Seeing Eye."

Cass raised her eyebrows in obvious skepticism but nodded politely anyway. Trelawney strode dramatically away from the lake, leaving Harry and Ron no choice but to follow the professor.

As they walked through Hogwarts, Harry and Ron received many second looks. There were even some students that muttered, "Wouldn't expect anything less from a lunatic," or something along those lines. Harry did his very best to ignore this, but every time Ron would clench his jaw very tightly and glare at the student who whispered it.

Thankfully, Ron and Harry didn't run into too many people, students or otherwise. Trelawney had started to mutter to herself, making Harry nervous. He really didn't need an insane Trelawney on his hands right now.

When they reached the tower, Trelawney scurried up the ladder like the bug her eyes suggested she was. Harry and Run clambered up after her, just to follow through with McGonagall's orders.

In the sweltering tower, Harry started to sweat. Various aromas clogged his nostrils, but Harry had developed a bit of an immunity to it over the last two years. Trelawney sat down in a fluffy armchairs and twiddled with one of her beads.

"Come on, let's go, mate," Ron muttered. The two fifth-years headed towards the exit, but they were stopped by a raspy voice.

"Twins," said Trelawney. Huh?

Harry just brushed it off; she had been saying random words like that the whole time up to the tower.

"Yeah, let's go," Harry said. The two boys left Trelawney to her mumblings and didn't look back. Both inwardly sighed as they thought of the pile of essays waiting to be written.

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Cass waited impatiently for the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, to fetch Pain-Relief Potion.

A question bounced about Cass's mind unendingly. What was that…what was that…what was that? Cass wondered if the red-haired girl was the same one from before or just a coincidence. She wondered about the weird chanting…something faces being born? That didn't even make sense! She wondered about the wings, too. Were they the same wings from her dream a couple days earlier? If they were, who did they belong to? What did they belong to?

Most of all, Cass wondered about the hazy room with the pedestal and the thing Cass couldn't See. Why had it caused her so much pain? Why had the room been so hazy? What was the thing on the pedestal?

Cass's thoughts were cut short as Madam Pomfrey returned with the potion.

"Here you go, drink up!" commanded the stern nurse.

"Thank you," Cass said. She took the vial from Madam Pomfrey's outstretched hands and uncapped it. Cass lifted the potion to her mouth and swallowed it. The potion tasted bitter, but was otherwise not too bad for Cass's first potion. I just drank a magical potion, Cass thought. She didn't find it too strange, surprisingly. I guess you get used to it after a certain point.

"Madam Pomfrey, do you know why I had that vision? I mean, I've never had such a strong and long one before," Cass inquired as she handed the empty bottle back to the nurse.

"I do not know much about that area of magic, Miss McGarther, but I think it has something to do with the fact that you both are Seers. When Seers get together, the visions they have tend to be more powerful," Madam Pomfrey answered.

"Oh, that makes sense," said Cass. That didn't answer any questions about the actual vision, but at least now Cass knew why it had happened.

"Are you sure you don't need to stay overnight? You better not be saying you're alright just to appease me," the witch told Cass sternly.

Cass nodded her head. "I do feel fine. Confused, yes, but fine. Thank you for the potion."

"You're welcome," replied Madam Pomfrey warmly.

Cass left the Hospital Wing and headed up to the Gryffindor Tower, questions echoing in her head. She decided to write and draw everything she could remember about her vision. Maybe that would help. Cass shuddered inwardly at the images from her prediction. At the bone-white hands. At the ebony wings. At the picture of Cass herself running on top of a train.

She was going to have nightmares tonight.