We looked at eachother for a minute before a sighed. "Okay...the first thing we need to do is worry about your vision," I looked at Harry.

"What vision?" He asked, then his hands shot to his temple as pain shot through his forehead.

Chapter Three

"Harry!" Hermione gasped as he fell to his knees, clutching his head in pain. I looked down at him with knowing eyes. I had read every book so many times I had it memorized.

After a few minutes, Harry's eyes shot open, as he shakily pushed himself up on his elbows. Ron and Hermione werre kneeling on either side of him. "He knows," he breathed, looking up at his best friend. "He knows, and he's going to check where the others are and teh last one," he stood to his feet, Hermione and Ron backing away from him. "Is-"

But I interupted him. "Is at Hogwarts." He looked over at me, realizing that I was still there. He nodded his head. "I knew it was, I always knew.

Hermione looked between me and Harry. "But what did you see? How do you know?"

Harry looked over at Hermione, taking a deep breath. "I saw him find out about the cup, I—I was in his head, he's...he's seriously angry, and scared too, he can't understand how we knew, and now he's going to chack that others are safe, the ring first. He thinks the Hogwarts one is safest, because Snape's there, because it'll be so hard not to be seen getting in, I think he'll check that one last, but he could still be there within hours-"

"Did you see where in Hogwarts it is?" Ron interrupted his best friend.

"No, he was concentrating on warning Snape, he didn't think about exactly where it is-"

"Wait, wait! We can't just go, we haven't got a plan, we need to-"

"Hermione, it'll be all right," I spoke for the first time since Harry began telling his friends what he saw. "I know what's going to happen. You're going to go to Hogsmede, even though it's being watched. Death Eaters have an alarm on during the nights to tell them when people apparate. You'll go under the Invisibility cloak, Hermione, use a Dissalusionment charm on me, reverse it when we get into the pub.

"What pub?" Hermione asked me. I didn't answer her but looked at her pointedly. She sighed and took out her wand, tapping the top of my head hard. I shuddered as a stream of heat went down my body and I knew I was as good as invisible. "Harry, take out the cloak," I said softly. He grabbed the cloak and draped it over him, Ron and Hermione. I felt for his arm and grabbed it tightly, closing my eyes. Apparating for the second time was not going to be fun, I took a deep breath as I felt the air escape my lungs, it was as if I were freefalling, when suddenly, my feet touched solid ground. I stepped away from the Trio and looked around Hogsmede, loosing my breath. The alarm went off instantly, Death Earters running onto the street. She heard one of the Death Eaters yell "Accio Cloak," but nothing happened.

The wizards were idiots, thinking that a spell would summon the legendary cloak.

"Not under your wrapper, then, Potter? Spread out. He's here." The six Death Eaters ran around as I looked around for the Hogs Head.

"We know you're here, Potter, and there's no getting away! We'll find you!"

"What about dementors?" Another one spoke. "Let 'em have free rein, they'd find him quick enough!"

"The Dark Lord wants Potter dead by no hand but his-"

"—an' dementors won't kill him! The Dark Lord want's Potter's life, not his soul. He'll be easier to kill if he's been Kissed first!"

It was as if I were watching a movie that went perfectly along with the book. I remembered this part word for word, amazed that this was really happening to me. I shivered as I felt Dementors on the street. I had never imagined that it would be this bad, but I was wrong. I forgot everything, except for every bad thing that had ever happened to me, my worst memories.

From somewhere to her right, she heard a whispered "Expecto Patronum," as a stag appeared from no where, running to the dementors.

"It's him, down there, down there, I saw his Patronus, it was a stag!"

I ran down the side street where the stag had appeared as a door opened on the left hand side. "Potter, in here, quick!"

I knew Harry and the others were going inside so I followed them. "Upstairs, keep the Cloak on, keep quiet!" Aberforth Dumbledore said gruffly, slamming the door." I waited in silence as the Death Eaters and Aberforth argued, allowing Harry, Ron, and Hermione to hear.

I looked around the room, seeing Ariana Dumbledore's portrait. Harry. Hermione, and Ron threw the cloak off. "Can you...take this thing off me?" I said, walking towards Hermione and touching her wand arm softly.

"Oh, yes," Hermione jumped slightly and tapped me hard on the head once again as the familiar feeling went through my body. I looked down at my hand and turned around swiftly as Aberforth entered the room. "You bloody fools. What were you thinking, coming here?"

"Thank you. We can't thank you enough. You saved our lives."

Aberforth grunted, looking curiously over at me. Harry walked towards him, noticing his piercing crystal eyes. "It's your eye I've been seeing in the mirror. You sent Dobby..." Aberforth nodded. "Thought he'd be with you. Where've you left him?"

The room was quiet until I said softly. "He's dead...Bellatrix Lestrange killed him," I frowned, crying every single time I read that book.

Aberforth looked at me once again, studying me curiously. "I'm sorry to hear it. I liked that elf."

"You're Aberforth," Harry realized. "How did you get this?" He asked, looking at Sirus's mirror on the fireplace mantle.

"Bought it from Dun 'bout a year ago. Albus told me what it was. Been tring to keep an eye out for you."

Ron gasped, going on about his theory that the silver doe was Aberforth's, until the only living Dumbledore shot the idea down.

Aberforth got the group food and they all sat down, him glancing at me curiously every few seconds. "Well I know Harry, Ron, and Hermione," he said gruffly, setting down his plate. "But who're you?"

I raised my eyes from my goblet of pumpkin juice and looked into his. "I'm Lindsey...Lindsey Cook." I explained what I had to the Trio, but Aberforth never looked doubting, instead, as soon as I said my name, his eyes widened in exclamation, as if he recognized my name. Throughout my story, he kept on looking at me in wonder.

After my story was done and everybody had finished eating, Aberforth told them that they had to leave Hogsmede and never come back.

"We're not leaving. We need to get into Hogwarts," Harry argued.

"Don't be stupid boy-"

"We've got to!"

"What you've got to do, is to get as far from here as you can."

"You don't understand. There isn't much tim.e We've got to get into the castle. Dumbedore—I mean, your brother—wanted us-"

"My brother Albus wanted a lot of things, and people had a habit of getting hurt while he was carrying out his grand plans. You get away from this school, Potter, and out of the country if you can. Forget my brother and his clever schemees. He's gone where none of this can hurt him, and you don't owe him anything."

"You dont understand-"

"Oh, don't I? You don't think I understood my own brother? Think you knew Albus better than I did?"

"I didn't mean that. It's...he left me a job."

"Did he now? Nice job,I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?"

I looked over on the scene. I knew exactly Aberforth was thinking about. I looked over at the large portrait over the fireplace. I tuned out the conversation as Aberforth started on about the story of his sister, what happened and how Dumbledore was friends with Grindelwald and their would-be adventures. I must have tuned out for a while because the next thing I knew, the portrait of Ariana opened, Neville limping out.

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