Visions Before Breakfast

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'Why me?' Lydia thought to herself as she followed Professor McGonagall to the Headmasters office 'Stupid visions, not even letting me eat breakfast.'

"Lemon Drop" Professor McGonagall said clearly, the gargoyle sprang aside and Lydia went up the spiral staircase.

As she reached the top she found herself at the door to Dumbledore's office. She knocked.

"Enter." Came Dumbledore's serene voice. Lydia pushes open the door. "Ah, Miss Smart, I'm glad Professor McGonagall caught you before breakfast."

"Yeah, um, about that..."

"Yes?" Dumbledore raises an eyebrow.

"I had a vision." Lydia blurted "But it was kind of a jumble and I don't know what any of it meant. Hermione Granger was there and now she'll be suspicious of me and want to know what happened. What do I do? What do I tell her?" She rambled herself into silence, waiting for Dumbledore to answer her many questions.

"Take a deep breath Miss Smart. It will be alright." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But-But she saw me have a vision! And Hermione's supposed to be the brightest witch of her age. She'll figure it out and I'll be even more hated than I am now." Lydia was thinking the worst.

"I assure you, Miss Smart, you are not hated. You are a valuable member of the Order and frankly, Miss Granger is not the brightest witch of her age. I believe that honor falls to you."

Lydia blushed "Thank you, Professor."

"Now I will handle Miss Granger's questions as they come. Tell me about your vision."

So Lydia explained the vision. When she was finished Dumbledore places his fingers together and peered over his half-moon glasses.

"Curious." He mused "And you don't know what potion Professor Umbridge was pouring? That seems the most concerning to me."

"I'm sorry, sir, but no." Lydia hung her head.

"Do not fret, Miss Smart. I will alert Professor Snape to inform me of any potions Professor Umbridge asks him to make, buys, or makes herself." Dumbledore assured her "In the meantime, I believe it is time for class. I assume you did not get breakfast?"

Lydia shook her head "No, sir."

"Well, take a few sweets then. It's not the most healthy, but we can't have you running on an empty stomach."

Lydia took a few sweets and left the office, bidding Dumbledore goodbye. She hurried to her first class, History of Magic, and sat down next to Hermione.

"What happened this morning?" Hermione had stopped taking notes to question Lydia "You went rigid and just fell back. It was like you were unconscious but your eyes were open."

"Not now, Hermione." Lydia whispered through gritted teeth.

"What?" Ron asked leaning in "You passed out, Smart?"

"It seemed like it." Hermione was getting frustrated.

"Ha!" Ron let out a quiet laugh "What happened? Forget to eat? Maybe that's a good thing, with how you look."

"Ronald!" Hermione admonished.

"Ahem!" Professor Binns cleared his throat "If you are quite finished, I would like to return to the lesson."

Hermione and Lydia, close to tears, blushed, realizing that the whole class was looking at them. Ron just rolled his eyes.

The rest of the class went by quickly and the Gryffindor students hurried to potions.

Lydia, however, didn't head towards the dungeons. Instead she went to the girls bathroom and locked herself in a stall to cry.

"Don't listen to him, dear." Came a quiet female voice "You're beautiful and bright and wonderful. I would have loved to have had you as a daughter."

"Ronald Weasley is an arse." A male voice spoke up "He's picking on you to try to bring himself up and make himself feel better."

"But why me? Not that I would wish this kind of torture on another student, but why can't he just not pick on anyone?" Lydia hiccuped.

"Take it from me, I used to be just like him," the man's voice soothed "I used to hate someone just because they existed. But I learned to not pick on him as I matured. I didn't stop hating him, but that was because he got involved with Voldemort. Ron has no reason to hate you. So, once he grows up a little, he won't be so cruel."

"Thank you." Lydia sighed and wiped her tear stained cheeks "I'd better get to class."

She unlocked the stall and smiled at the spirits of James and Lily Potter. They had become like second parents to her at Hogwarts. The married couple smiled at each other, glad that they had cheered up the girl. Lydia hurried down to the dungeons where Potions class was held.

"You're late, Miss Smart." Professor Snape scolded her gently.

"Sorry Professor. It won't happen again." She promised.

"Very well." The students were shocked, he wasn't going to take off points? "Take a seat."

The only spot left open was with the Golden Trio, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Lydia sighed as she sat down next to Hermione, preparing herself for more questions.

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"Shut up, Hermione!" Potions was over and Hermione had been following Lydia back up to Gryffindor Tower, pestering her for answers.

"I just want to know what happened!" Hermione said impatiently.

"If you must know, that's between me and Dumbledore."

"But-!" Lydia had snapped her curtains shut, closing Hermione out.

Hermione spluttered and headed back down to the common room where Harry and Ron were waiting for her.

"So? Find anything?" Ron asked, his mouth full of chocolate from his mother.

"No." Hermione grumbled "I just want to know what happened this morning. It was scary. And it was almost as if McGonagall knew something was happening, she walked in as soon as it started."

"Hermione, If you really want answers go ask Dumbledore. He's the one McGonagall took her to." Harry sighed. He didn't like Ron being mean to Lydia or Hermione's constant questioning of her.

"Of course!" Hermione jumped up "Come on!"

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"You're the only one of us who knows where Dumbledore's office is. Take us there." Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair.

"Oi! Hermione!" Harry yelped "I'm not helping you with this mad idea."

"Mate," Ron grinned "It was your idea."

Defeated, Harry sighed "Fine. Let's go."

Hermione grinned and followed Harry out the portrait hole. She turned back however and grabbed Ron, pulling him from his seat in front of the fire and dragging him out of the common room.

Word count: 1083 words

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P.S.

I can't believe Cameron Boyce died. I grew up watching him on Jessie and in Descendants. I hope and believe he is in a better place now.