A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #7 Divination: Seers - Task #2: Write a fic featuring a character with an 'inner eye' or inquisitive trait.

Writing Club October

All Sorts of Space: 10 - "The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you." ― Neil deGrasse Tyson

Amber's Attic: 5- Cahawba, Alabama: Write about a ghost town. Alt: (word) maze

Press Play: 2 – (item) Glasses

Scamander's Case: 2 - (prompt) write about someone who's seen a lot

Sophie's Shelf: 25. Hoegaarden: (action) Drawing

Word Count: 331

Luna stepped back from the canvas and stared at the images she had painted. There were black circles in the middle, like glasses. She blinked trying to figure out where she had seen them before. An image of a boy floated to the surface of her memory, but it drifted away before she could examine it further.

Behind the glasses were shadowy shapes that, if she squinted a little, looked almost like dragons. She shuddered. One of was red and looked angry. There was fire around the edges of the painting. A streak of light blue crossed one corner, she noticed a small symbol painted into the blue with silver. It looked like two crossed wands. Luna knew she'd never seen it before.

Another corner was covered in red, but it wasn't fire. She studied it. It reminded her of velvet and fur for a brief moment. She gasped seeing a mark etched into the paint. She recognized it from her history book; Grindelwald's mark. She knew her father called it something else, but that's what her book had called it. Through the layers of paint, she could see what looked like a hedge maze, with rows and columns of greenery. Words were sprawled across the top. A riddle of some sort, she smiled as she read it.

"A spider," she whispered. "The answer is a spider, but what does all this mean?" she asked the empty room. She could ask her father, but he could never translate her paintings, could never tell what was figurative and literal.

She knew some of these images would happen. She hoped it would be the dragons. They were so beautiful. Something about the whole painting send chills down her spine. Something bad was coming, something bad was going to happen. If only... if only she could understand what any of this meant, but she never did. She never understood her painted images until it was too late and the future had come to pass.