Hey! So, it's been a while, and I'm so sorry, but, well, it seems as though school and fanfiction can't survive at the same time. I'll try to update semi regularly this summer and not leave anyone hanging!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Sadness.

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Recap of Chapter 7:

Suddenly he grabbed my hand and we were back on the front porch of Grimwauld Place.

Snape still looked shaken as he turned to me. "We're going to see Dumbledore. Now."

"Why?"

"Because if I'm correct, you are a seer."

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Chapter 8:

For the second time that day I sat in the room where the Order held their meetings, staring into the face of my grandfather. Dusty scrolls and snoozing portraits lined the walls, as well as a blank map that I highly suspected was under an enchantment to erase itself after every meeting.

I'd been there for about ten minutes, and they hadn't stopped questioning me about the past four years of Harry's life.

"It was a basilisk, and it would have killed Ginny Weasley."

"What healed him?" Snape asked.

I nearly rolled my eyes. "Fawkes cried on his wound."

"How did he kill the basilisk?"

"Sword of Gryffindor," I said in a bored voice.

"Alright, what question did I ask Potter in his first year on the first day of Potions class?" He wore a smirk, and I knew that despite my earlier evidence, he didn't believe me.

One of my eyebrows peaked up as I leaned back in my chair. "You mean the one you asked him to make him feel stupid on his first day and show him just how big and bad you were? Were you talking about that one?"

Snape was livid as Dumbledore finally spoke up. "Severus, please."

The words jarred me, and I grimaced for a moment as Snape and Dumbledore shared a look. Could they read each other's thoughts? I didn't know if it was possible, but if I had to wager a guess in that moment, I would have said yes.

Turning back to me, Dumbledore cupped his hands patiently. "It seems as though there is more to you than I anticipated, Katarina."

"Tends to happen sometimes," I said, shrugging.

"This does pose a problem. There are many questions to this puzzle. Why Harry's thoughts? Why did you not simply know more of our world's history? How elaborate is this story of yours, and where does it end?"

Again I shrugged, irritated but unsurprised that he was asking me questions instead of giving me answers.

In a few minutes, more members of the Order accompanied us in the room. Lupin, Sirius, Tonks, Moody, Molly, Arthur, and plenty of others that I didn't recognize seated themselves along the suddenly vast table space.

They bickered at the news that Dumbledore had shared, and I could tell that he wondered if it was right for the Order to know. I, however, had no doubts. Of course they should.

But soon they started asking me questions, most of them completely filled with doubt, just like Snape had been.

"But how does she know?" One witch muttered.

"If Dumbledore says she knows, I trust him," Lupin said confidently. "As should we all."

"Thank you Remus," he responded, nodding his head slightly in appreciation. The room quieted down. "I think that considering the information Katarina knows about past events, she might be able to—"

"Wait," I said, straightening immediately. "I don't just know the past. I know what's going to happen in the future too."

Both Snape and Dumbledore perked up a little, surprise and anticipation in their gaze. Beneath that though, there was concern.

"What do you know of the future?" Snape asked. His voice was just a tiny bit higher than usual, but I knew that he was interested. He was convinced, and dying to know what I knew.

"Everything," I said, swallowing.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed as Sirius leaned closer across the table. "What do you mean, everything?"

I took a deep breath, looking around as I gathered my thoughts. "I know times and places where many major death eater attacks are going to be, I know a few people who will be corrupted in the ministry, I know when they'll start accepting the fact that Voldemort is dead," a few people grimaced, but I plowed through their discomfort, almost completely unaware of it, "I know—"

"Enough, Katarina," Dumbledore said quietly from the head of the table.

I stopped myself mid sentence, irritated that he'd stopped me right before I said how the war would end. It would help their morale right now. But as I looked up and down the table, some faces were full of fear, some with surprise. In fact, only a miniscule amount were filled with hope, one of them being Sirius. He stared into my eyes with a half smile that almost made me overlook his dropped jaw.

"She could help, Albus," Lupin said after a few more minutes went by. Many nodded, apparently taking the idea more positively as it soaked in.

"If she knows," Sirius started, "if she knows as much as she claims, she could prevent so much loss, she could anticipate every attack—"

"Well, not every attack per say," I interrupted nervously. Then my face broke out into a hopeful smile. "But a lot."

Sirius looked at Dumbledore, then to me. "She could help us win the war."

Muttering broke out as Snape began to frown. Across the table, Moody seemed to be thinking along the same lines, whatever they were… For a moment I was curious, but he didn't leave me waiting for long.

"This information is dangerous," Moody said, eyebrows furrowed as he limped toward Dumbledore. "She could become a liability."

"Liability?" I repeated, angry.

Moody ignored me. "Voldemort could use this information and change his plans easily. He could anticipate his own strengths and faults from what she knows. It could change everything."

"Oh trust me," I said bitingly. "You should definitely want some things to change." Molly covered her mouth as everyone realized the implications of what I'd just said. I bit my tongue, frowning, but my anger refused to abate. "But I would never, ever tell Voldemort what I know," I said.

"Oh really," Moody said, smiling in a way that made his mouth curve into a grimace. "Well don't worry. He doesn't need you to. All it takes is a few goes with the Crucius curse and you will sing out your darkest secrets like a bird." I backed away as he talked, but even so, Moody's face was a mere few inches from mine when he was done.

Then a hand closed on his shoulder and he jerked away. "Enough," a silky voice uttered. As Moody glared, I saw the icy look Snape threw at Moody. "There are ways of preventing such scenarios from occurring."

"Why are you suddenly so protective of your niece, eh Snape?"

Anger boiled in me when I heard the derisive way he said "niece."

"God forbid," Snape replied through a clenched jaw.

"You wouldn't want to take over all of her protection by yourself, would you? It would make it easy to take her over to your Dark Lord, now wouldn't it?"

"Alastor," Dumbledore said delicately. That was all it took. Moody sneered at Snape and went back to his chair, while Snape returned to his own.

For a moment, the room was silent. Then Dumbledore spoke directly at me.

"You must promise me that you will not tell anyone what you know, or that you are a seer."

"What?" I asked , taken aback.

Half the table broke out in agreements or dissent, but one look from Dumbledore silenced them all.

He leveled his blue eyes with my own. "I think it's best that we keep the matter quiet."

"No way! I know valuable information that can turn the tables!"

I knew that Harry would survive, that the war would be won, but there would be so much pain, so much suffering, and suddenly it seemed I had the power to do something about it.

"Tell me something," Dumbledore said, a hint of anger in his words. "Did anything you imagine in these books involve yourself?"

I frowned, then swallowed. "No," I started hesitantly.

"And was your mother or father a part of it?"

Sighing, I shook my head. "No, but—"

"It is true, you know much more about our world than you should, and you have a truly amazing gift. However, you never took into consideration what your presence would do to impact the outcome."

"I know it changes things, but I still think—"

"If we were to take your advice, there would be unanticipated results. People could die because of it. Would you like to bear the weight of that responsibility?"

Dejected, I shook my head, cursing him inwardly for bringing up such a valid point. I'd never thought of it that way, and now I felt like a complete idiot for not realizing it sooner. I wiped away a tear quickly and looked down at my lap.

It was Snape that broke the silence this time.

"It won't stop with this, Albus," he said quietly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Severus will prepare a potion for you so that you do not have any more premonitions or visions."

My shoulders sank. "But I can help."

Dumbledore shook his head. "As nice as that would be, we cannot rely on your visions at the present time."

His words were like a slap in the face, and he realized that as soon as they were out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Katarina, but considering your current state—"

"I'm not crazy!" I shouted, standing and slamming my hand down on the table.

"I do not think you are—"

"You do!" And he wasn't alone; as I looked around, there were members who'd raised their eyebrows or were whispering while glancing at me every so often. The only ones who looked as if they still took me seriously were Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Molly, and Arthur.

"It is common for seers who've been bound to experience an excess of visions, sometimes ones that will not occur in reality."

"You mean hallucinate," I said coolly.

He hesitated, then nodded.

For a moment I wanted to tell him about how Harry would hallucinate later that year…. Then I stopped myself. That very well may never occur. But I somehow knew it would. I couldn't let it happen. I knew, I knew everything… and if it started happening, I would stop it.

Crossing my arms, I nodded. "Fine," I snapped, sitting down again.

"Do not act on any of it, either," he said, noticing my fake retreat easily.

I glowered at him, nodding slightly even as I crossed my fingers under the table. Immature, I knew, but it had to be done.

"I think that just about concludes the meeting," Dumbledore said, tone light and airy again as he looked around the table.

"The girl's protection, Albus," Moody pushed.

"I can take care of myself," I said briskly, crossing my arms.

"Of course," Moody said sarcastically, "you were doing a fine job when we saved you the other day from those death eaters."

"That was different," I said, clenching my jaw. "And can I just say I really don't like you?"

Moody sneered. "Fair." Then he turned back to Dumbledore. "I think she's in just as much danger as the boy, if not more so."

"I agree," Snape said. A few others nodded their heads.

"She should have someone by her side at all times outside of the house, in addition to the normal guard," someone said. Molly. Of course.

"Very well," Dumbledore said. "Volunteers?"

Tonks stood up immediately, raising her hand for emphasis. "I'll do it."

Dumbledore nodded, though others seemed apprehensive.

"But what will we do once school begins?" Molly said.

"Hey," I said, waving my hand slightly. "Still in the room here."

No one listened.

"I'll keep a close eye on her," Snape said. Again, a rush of hesitation seemed to pass through the Order, but no one was bold enough to object. Not even Moody. I smiled slightly despite my anger.

"Very well then. Meeting adjourned."

And with that, the crowd dispersed. Sirius and Lupin quietly argued in their seats as Molly and Arthur surveyed me with their worried-parents look. I didn't mind, almost comforted by it. I'd always loved Molly, but right now my irritation was mostly directed at her for suggesting having such a close watch on me. It felt stifling.

I approached my grandfather and Snape, a scowl set firmly on my face.

"I'm not taking the potion."

"Yes you are," Snape replied coolly.

"It's for your own good," Dumbledore said in an almost reassuring voice.

"Why?" I challenged.

Snape sighed. "Just as the rest of your powers are almost uncontrollable right now, your visions will be as well, once they begin to happen."

"Will they happen in my dreams or something?" I asked Dumbledore.

"You will probably have to work quite hard to bring them on," Snape said. I turned to him for a moment, frowning.

"Then why do I have to worry? I haven't even had a vision yet."

"Because we don't want you to see something that could bring on reckless action," Dumbledore interrupted. "If you attempt to bring them on, you could bring on catastrophic events on yourself."

"Such as?"

"A complete and total breakdown of your mental facilities."

"Oh." I leaned against the wall and let out the breath I'd been holding. "I guess—I guess I'll take the potion then."

"Considering the fact that you can see the past and the future, I'll have to modify the ingredients," Snape said, mild irritation in his voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked, still dumbstruck over the possibility of losing my mind completely.

Snape and Dumbledore exchanged a glance. Then Dumbledore nodded, and Snape answered. "Usually a seer can only see the past or the future. You can see both. The potion will have to be stronger since your abilities seem to be more powerful."

I nodded blankly. "Ok."

Dumbledore left shortly after, and despite Snape's earlier urging I didn't get the chance to apologize for him. As I stared through the window at the spot he'd last been in, I couldn't muster up even a little guilt; after all that had happened that day I couldn't seem to get in the apologetic mood.

"I noticed you have some sense of Occlumency," Snape said, causing me to jump slightly. He didn't seem to notice my surprise though. "Try to hone that skill. It may help you gain control of your visions better."

"How would you know what would help my visions?" I snapped.

Snape watched me disapprovingly before sighing. "Because your mother was a seer."

He left without another word, and I winced as the door closed after him. All in all, the day had gone terribly. I would start taking the potion tomorrow, and Dumbledore had made me promise to not tell anyone what I knew.

My mind was spinning as I headed up to my room, and I barely changed into my pajamas before plopping into bed, angry and helpless at the fate that suddenly seemed so easy to change.

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So? Too much OC? Too little HP? I dunno. Hope you all liked it though! But whether or not you did, I'd love to hear what you think!