Lydia
"I've got your back Harry." I stood behind the black haired boy. He shook his head and pointed to my stomach.
"He's killed one of the twins, I have to do what I can." I swallowed loudly.
"You can't. This isn't your fight, he'll kill you." Harry had tears shining in his eyes.
"Harry, the Weasley's are crying in each others arms. Remus and Dora are dead. Severus, Sirius, Lily and James. There in an endless list of people he has killed.
"Lavender, Collin Creevy, Teddy is an orphan." I said.
"Well your child will die if you go through with this." He spoke quietly.
"I trusted you, and only you with that information. Now you know why. I have to do this Harry." My voice was thick with tears.
"Ask him, ask him what to do." He held out a small stone to me and I took it in my hands.
I bolted up and put my hands on my stomach. Flat as a pancake.
"James and Lily." I whispered. I knew the names, another vision, one I couldn't place.
"You're awake." A small ginger girl was watching me sleep.
"Ginny, isn't it?" I asked and she nodded. She jumped up and left the room without saying another word. I got up and followed her. She was on the top floor and I skipped down the steps.
"There's a big search for me on the news, people suspect I've died already." I told everyone as I walked into the kitchen.
There was more people here now. Molly, Ginny, Fred and George was here but there was also another boy, younger than me, Molly's husband, Arthur and two older boys as well.
"Oh dear, what are we going to do?" Molly asked.
"I'm going to pop back when I find the spider George put in my hair later on." I smiled and Molly laughed.
"You really have the answer to everything don't you?" She asked.
"I don't know their names." I pointed to the three boys and she smiled.
"That's Ronald, Bill and Charlie. Charlie is in the school I told you about."
"Is he in Gryffindor like Ginny will be?" I asked and Ginny cheered.
"Yes, he plays the sport you will aswell, it's called Quidditch. George what are you doing?" Molly asked.
"Nothing." He sat back innocently but I knew it was there. I could feel it crawling on my neck, he wasn't supposed to do it until later.
I screamed and brushed at my hair trying to get it off. I was angry and I felt it, the tube feeling again. I landed in my bedroom and I could hear Mum crying downstairs.
She was leaning on Dad and sobbing.
"Is it sick that I'm happy she's gone?" She asked. People say I'm mature for nearly eleven. I think it's because I can see the future and how I'll behave then.
Right now I felt like a baby, and I'd do anything to go back there. Back to before I knew I was seeing the future.
The first time I knew I was seeing the future was when I was two. I had this habit of standing at the door when I knew people were coming. Mum assumed I was looking out the window.
But one night I stood at the door for four hours and cried. Because I knew Mummy was going to cry. Grandpa was dead.
Then Nanny knocked on the door sobbing her eyes out.
In her grief Mum forgot but Dad didn't.
When I five I started school and I always wrote in my copybooks. The sentences and sums the teacher was going to give out had been written and answered.
Mum ignored it.
Until I told her about Aunt Maggie kissing Daddy.
Then she knew I could see it. She had stopped forgetting and ignoring it. But she took Daddy back. I stopped telling her about the things he did behind her back with Aunt Maggie.