Chapter Seven:
Visions
On the morning of the thirtieth Abella, Paul, George, and Fred were sitting at the Gryffindor table alone, having gotten up real early to talk, they didn't even notice Hermione, Ron, and Harry sit down. The trio looked at the square of people beside them, their four heads close together, as if what they were talking about was confidential.
"It's a bummer all right." George said gloomily to his three cohorts. "But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forever."
Abella, Fred, and Paul all nodded
"Who's avoiding you?" Ron leaned closer to the group, having been listening in.
"Wish you would." Fred said, turning from his group to look at his brother.
"What's a bummer?" Ron turned to George curiously.
"Having a nosy git like you as a brother." George sighed as Abella stole his last bite of egg.
"What are you talking about?" Ron whined as he basically begged Abella. She quickly began talking to Paul about potions, as Ron returned to eating.
"You two got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet?" Harry asked. "Thought anymore about trying to enter?"
"Oh it's not just the two of them anymore. They have brought Paul into it now, they're a trio." Abella laughed as Paul and Fred high-fived. "I will be laughing when it all blows back into their faces, although Paul really is too young to even attempt." Abella shot him a sideways glance, to which he just shrugged.
Abella continued to eat her food, before looking over her homework. She vaguely realized Hermione and the boys were arguing about house elves, as she continued to delve into her work.
Later that day Abella quickly made her way from Snape's room to the Gryffindor common room, on her way through the dungeons she passed an empty classroom. An arm snaked out, catching her around the waist, before she could scream she felt her throat constrict, like someone was choking her.
Abella opened her eyes, to see Malfoy glaring down at her. He slightly released his grasp on her throat, as she glared at him back. He reached over and shut the door, before turning back to her.
"Do you not take a hint? Leave this school Weasley. "Malfoy clutched his wand as he stared down at the girl. "You seriously infuriate me you know?"
"Or what Malfoy? I can have you flat on your back before you even make a move with that wand of yours you filthy little git."Abella snarled at him. "I'm seriously tired of you fucking manhandling me. I'm not going anywhere, so either you tell me where this danger is, or stop stalking me. You tell me I'm beautiful on the train yet here you are threatening me. Are you fucking crazy?"
Suddenly his arm lashed out, slapping her. Abella's jaw went slack as she stared at the ground. She could feel a bruise forming. No one had ever hit her before.
Her eyes met Malfoys and she noticed his were as wide with shock as hers were. He stepped back from her, as if he wasn't sure what had just happened.
"This is the last time I'm warning you, either get out, or start watching your back Weasley." His voice wavered slightly as he looked at her. Draco shoved her against the wall, before exiting the room. The door slammed behind him, and Abella glared at it, suddenly wishing it would burst into flames.
After a moment she sighed, and made her way to the common room. She hurriedly threw her things on her bed, glancing in the mirror to see a red hand print that was fading, and a bruise forming on her cheek. She let out a sigh before rushing downstairs. She jumped into the throng of people, beside Paul, poking him to let him know she had arrived. After a moment she felt arms snake around her waist from behind, and turned around to see George grinning at her.
Abella giggled as they all made their way outside to welcome the other schools. As they stood there she noticed George move to stand beside her, on her left. After a moment she heard George growl, as he gently turned her left cheek into the light.
"What the hell?" George glared at the bruise forming on Abella's cheek, positive it hadn't been there at breakfast.
"I fell George; you know how clumsy I am." Abella lied effortlessly. George nodded, but she could tell he did not believe her.
"So who am I going to kill?" Paul mouthed to her his eyes on fire. Abella sighed and shook her head, trying to get him to drop it.
"I'll find out sooner or later Abella." Paul mouthed again, letting out a slight snarl. Abella sighed as she looked to where everyone was pointing. She watched as Beauxbatons arrived, along with their huge headmistress, and the Durmstrang.
Abella held in a giggle as Ron began screaming about Viktor Krum, he was soon joined in a debate over quidditch with Fred, George, and Paul. After a few moments Abella shrugged and jumped into the argument too. Hermione just rolled her eyes at the four.
They continued their argument as they sat down, until they realized Dumbledore had spoken
"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast. I now invite you to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home."
They began eating, and after a few minutes a girl came over to ask for their food. As she walked away Ron shouted at the group.
"She's a veela!"
"No she's not" Hermione sighed as Fred began laughing.
"When Abella and Ron were twelve he swore up and down Abella was a veela. "George explained as the group stared at him.
"I'm still not entirely convinced she's not you know." Ron huffed as Abella threw a roll at him.
Abella and George began talking about an idea him and Fred had had, over starting a business. The two were deep into their conversation, ignoring everyone else. After a moment Fred hit Abella and pointed at the front of The Great Hall. Abella looked confused when she saw a giant goblet at front.
"To insure that no underage student yields to temptation." said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an age line around The Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross the line. Finally I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by The Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through till the end. The placing of your name into the goblet constitutes a binding magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you become a champion. Please be sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now I think it is time for bed, goodnight to you all." Dumbledore walked away as he finished speaking, to talk to the group of people Abella just noticed.
"An Age Line!" Fred yelled. "Well, that should be fooled by an Aging Potion, shouldn't it? And once your name's in the goblet you're laughing- it can't tell whether you're seventeen or not!" Fred, George, and Paul all high fived as they stared at the entrance hall.
"But I don't think anyone under seventeen will stand a chance. We haven't learned enough." Hermione looked at the three nervously.
"Speak for yourself! You're going to try aren't you Harry?" George smiled over at Harry happily.
"Oh Abella stop them!" Hermione looked pleadingly at Abella.
"Hermione, if I had any control over them, I would have used it a long time ago. I'm way too outnumbered now. And besides how? Brute strength, all three of them are easily a foot taller than me." Abella sighed as she picked at her food. She was honestly afraid for her friends; she glanced around the table at all of their faces. She would die if any of them got hurt. Suddenly she could not unglue her eyes from Harry, as if her mind was trying to tell her something.
The next morning Abella woke early and ran down to the entrance hall. She met up with Hermione, Harry, and Ron, looking at the goblet. Someone laughed behind Harry. Turning, Abella saw Fred, George, Lee, and Paul running down the staircase, Paul jumped the railing about eight steps up, and Fred and George followed suit.
"Done it!" Fred said happily in a loud whisper to the group. "Just taken it."
"Taken what?" Said Ron.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains. Paul brewed a good batch for us." Fred smiled at his three cohorts.
"We're going to split it if one of us wins." Lee smiled as Abella sighed loudly.
"It won't work." Hermione watched the four staring at the goblet.
"Ready." Fred pulled his piece of paper out and stepped over the line. He cheered before walking over and placing his name in the goblet. Soon George and Paul jumped after him.
Abella closed her eyes, in her mind she saw a flash, and heard a sizzling sound. She smirked before opening her eyes, confused as she stared at the three still standing there unharmed. She glanced around to see if anyone else had heard the noise.
A few moments later there was a loud sizzling sound and a flash. George, Fred, and Paul were thrown out of the circle, and landed on their backs. Abella burst out laughing as she walked over to her trio. She stared down at them, beards sprouting from their faces. She would ignore the fact that she was sure she had heard the sounds before they even happened, it was impossible right?
Dumbledore laughed from the corridor before telling Abella to take them to Madam Pomfrey. Abella poked fun at the three boys the entire way to Madam Pomfrey. At one point she grabbed the three of their beards and led them like puppies.
Once Madam Pomfrey had returned the three to normal they headed towards The Great Hall. Abella sat beside Paul on one side, across from Fred, and Paul sat across from George. Ron, Hermione, and Harry showed up and they began talking about who they wanted to win. After a moment Abella's head began hurting.
Abella closed her eyes, and was confused. When she closed her eyes, she was still looking at the Great Hall. Abella continued to watch, and The Goblet spit out pieces of paper, she listened to the names Dumbledore was saying, and watched as the students walked forward. Suddenly the Goblet spit out another name. As Dumbledore caught it, all sound seemed amplified
"Harry...Harry Potter!" Dumbledore looked scared, as his eyes met Abella's
Abella gasped as she stared at her friends. Her eyes locked with Harry's, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her group stared at her and she shook her head.
"Well the goblet is almost ready to make its decision." Dumbledore said. "I estimate that it requires one more minute.-" Abella tuned out as she turned to Fred.
"Wanna bet?" Fred jumped before nodding.
"Diggory, Krum, and that veela looking girl." Abella said, in a dazed voice and Fred nodded.
"I say Angelina, Krum, and that girl." Fred pointed to a girl that he had seen putting her name in the goblet, she had seemed powerful.
"Okay, one galleon, and I'll put another galleon that there's a surprise." Abella offered a forced smile as Fred nodded. Both of them took out two galleons and placed them on the table.
The flames inside the goblet turned red again. Sparks began to fly and a piece of parchment flew out. Dumbledore caught it, before reading it aloud. "The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum." Everyone cheered for Viktor and both Abella and Fred smirked at each other.
A second piece of parchment flew from the goblet, and Dumbledore caught it again. "The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur, Delacour!" Abella smirked at George as his face fell as the veela girl walked forward. Hermione's eyes widened at Abella's accurate prediction. When the goblet spit out the third piece of paper Abella locked eyes with Fred. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" Fred's jaw dropped as Abella grabbed one of Fred's galleons, along with her two.
Hermione watched Abella, as the champions left. Abella's eyes were locked on the goblet. Everyone watched as a long flame shot from the goblet. A fourth piece of parchment shot from the goblet, and Dumbledore caught it. Abella's face drained of all color as she stared at Dumbledore. Slowly her eyes met Harry's, they held unadulterated fear, causing Harry to flinch. There was a silence as Dumbledore read the paper.
"Harry Potter."
Abella nodded at Harry as his eyes widened. Harry stammered as Hermione pushed him forward. Hermione continued watching Abella's face, all color was still gone, and her eyes remained wide as she stared at the galleons in her hand, her body was shaking slightly, as it all clicked.
"You're a seer." Hermione breathed as Abella nodded.
"I wasn't sure until now. I've been seeing small glimpses lately, but I saw that exact scene five minutes before it happened Hermione..." Tears began to fall from her eyes, and her body began shaking even more as she looked around at her friends, terrified.
Well it turns out Abella has two rare abilities
Hmm could this mean something?
Trust me there are A LOT more surprises coming soon, this story is full of them!