Disclaimer: I am sadly not J. K. Rowling, these are not my characters and so on
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"May, I be excused, sir?" I asked, doing everything in my power to remain from looking him in the eyes. Ron put a hand on my shoulder, but I flinched away. Not even waiting for a response, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom, only just managing to do so without falling to the ground.
"I have to find somewhere private, somewhere safe" I thought, ignoring Snape's commands that I had to come back. Storming through the door, I quickly closed it behind me and looked around in the dungeon hall. To my relief, I found a cupboard. I quickly ran in, put up a simple but effective silencing charm, and a locking charm. Hopefully, they would think I had run down the hall.
Sighing, I sat down with my back against the wall and my head between my hands, hyperventilating. This had never happened at daytime before, I realized as visions appeared in my head.
Harry screaming in agony, Ron dead on the floor, Ginny crying her heart out. Pain, so much pain. Soon, soon. Pain. Death. Soon…
I quickly opened my eyes, and realized I was shivering. Hot tears were running down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away as I thought about what I had seen.
This vision had repeated itself in my head for months, and it was always the same thing. Harry screaming, Ron dead, Ginny crying, and the warning that it would happen soon. I didn't know what it meant. If it was traumas from the night in the Ministry, or if it really was visions. If it really would happen.
I had tried to ignore them, brush them of as nightmares, considering that they only happened during nighttime. But in the middle of the day? This had never happened before. This wasn't just a nightmare. Deciding what to do, I stood up. My breathing was now more normal. I put my ear against the door, listening for footsteps outside. When I couldn't hear any, I unlocked the door, and started running to one of the last places I wanted to be in, with one of the last persons I wanted to be with.
I did perhaps not feel dizzy anymore, but I was still really tired, so the way up to the Divination classroom was the worst jog of my life.
I did finally make it there, however, and sighed as I breathed in that familiar stuffy heavy air, along with all kinds of perfume smells. To my luck, Trelawney was sitting behind her desk, and there was no one else in the room.
"Professor?" I asked quietly as I stepped into the classroom, only now remembering how I had left things with Trelawney in my third year.
Trelawney quickly looked up, her huge eyes staring at me from behind those windows she called glasses.
"Miss Granger?" she asked with a slight frown, before she stood up and smiled. "I may be psychic, but I could never have foreseen you coming back here. Can I help you?" she asked as she sat down and gestured for me to sit down on the chair behind her desk as well.
Relieved that she was so welcoming, I sat down. I then hesitated before I spoke; I had not planned what I was going to say. I just knew I had to talk to someone about it.
"I.. ehm- well you see… I wondered… could you tell me anything about predictions or visions into the future?" I asked, cursing myself for how nervous I was. She raised a slightly surprised brow.
"Well, yes, I know a thing or two, seeing that it is my job" she said, chuckling lightly. I laughed a bit nervously too. "Well, what exactly is it that you want to know?" I frowned. What did I want to know?
"How do you know it is a vision? Not just your imagination running wild or traumas or something" I finally asked. She frowned slightly, sipped on her teacup, before she answered.
"I think that if a person experience traumas, they would know that it was traumas from the very beginning, seeing that traumas comes from personal experiences.
Also, if you want to tell a vision from something else, remember that visions aren't usually very detailed or clear. You might only see people, but not their surroundings, or the other way around where you only see this one place, but never faces. It is not unusual that one doesn't really understand ones visions, and then there's the many side effects. But-"
"Side effects?" I interrupted, feeling my heart in my throat. Trelawney tilted her head to one side and looked dreamily out into the air.
"Yes, some experience that they don't remember their visions, others get sick, and some forget who they are for a minute or two. But what I don't see is where this sudden interest for visions have come from, you seemed so against it in your third-"
"Are visions always true?" I interrupted again. Trelawney huffed, obviously not appreciating it, but I couldn't care less at the moment.
"No, not always. The future is never set in stone, Miss Granger. It solely depends on us and our choices. However, there has been many occasions where seers like myself have tried to prevent a vision from coming true, and that is what caused the vision to come true in the end. Messing with ones powers and using it for own advantages may sometimes be as dangerous as to mess with time itself. I presume you know all about messing with time after all you heard from McGonagall in your third-"
"So the best thing to do is to not do anything at all?" I asked, frowning and blinking hard to keep my eyes dry. Trelawney gave me a long look, before answering.
"The best thing to do in that kind of situation is to do what is always best to do in every situation. What is right. Rule number one for every one who possess the inner Eye is to never let it affect your actions in every day choices. But, Miss Granger, I must ask. Why are you so curious to know? I highly doubt it is because of academic purposes" She was staring at me, waiting for an answer, but I didn't know what to say. I was so overwhelmed by all of this.
"Do you always have to be born with the inner Eye? Or is it something you can learn, or maybe even get out of nowhere?" I said, ignoring her question again. She chuckled lightly.
"No, every psychic in history has always claimed that they were born with the power. I hardly believe it is possible to, as you say "get it out of nowhere". The universe is not so generous" I stood up abruptly, almost knocking over a teacup on the desk as I did so.
"Thank you" I said, my voice barely above a whisper, before I turned my heal and walked out.
"but you haven't answered any of my questions! Why do you-" I did not hear the rest, however, as I was already halfway down the stairs, running as quickly as I could.
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