She went inside, not wanting to be discovered by her mother. She had only been inside this room once before- when her great grandmother had said something about her and some kind of Eye. The shelves were all packed with foggy, glass balls. Her mother had told her that since her great grandmother, no one had the Inner Eye. But Lavender was too excited to think of that.
She had planned this perfectly. Her parents were in the garden, and she would look at all of them and see if her Grandmother had ever recorded a prophecy. But something went wrong- she wasn't aware of the footstool next to a cozy looking table, and she wasn't supposed to grab the shelf to stop herself from falling.
She gave a quick yelp, the hit the floor gently. As she looked up, her icy blue eyes had locked on a single, glass orb plummeting.
She had jumped, and miraculously caught it. She had glanced at the dusty orb for a second, exhilarated by the spectacular catch, trying to pierce the fog inside it, but to no avail.
Until she put it back on the shelf. Lavender had noticed something glinting from inside- indistinct, nothing easily visible except a shockingly crimson color. She brought it closer to herself, as the shapes became clearer. It was her- taller, older looking, and- she noted it with pride- she looked beautiful, gorgeous. Until she looked down at her neck and her left breast. Something was wrong there- she immediately worried. Why would her breasts be visible at all? She saw… Blood.
Blood all over her chest, a large gaping wound slashing across her left breast. Part of her lung was visible. Her neck and cheek were drenched, and she was horrified to see she was… dying.
She saw people carrying her body, and she saw her still and statue like on a bed in the Great Hall, a sheet being brought on her face- tears slid down both her cheeks, and she flung it back to the wall, not caring if it broke- it was too horrible. She had seen her own death!
But what she didn't see was her seemingly dead body twitching, giving a cough, as the nurse attending her called for others. She didn't see herself drinking potions given to her, her blood being cleaned off.
All she could hear was the tinkle of breaking crystal. And later that night, she resolved herself. Whatever happened- she would do everything in her power to stop the scene she saw. She would make sure of it.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Just so you know, I think this one turned out pretty good. This one is way different from the one in my notebook, it has much less description. I have Deathly Hallows P2 on Blu-Ray now, and I saw it, and I didn't like the image of Lavender Brown, pale, dead. She lived in the books. So I decided she would be mistaken as dead, the nurses not even checking her pulse- until she gave a cough. And as you may have noticed, she didn't succeed in avoiding that scene, but she didn't let that worry her. Not until the battle, at least.
If you are curious, I am a Lavender/Seamus shipper. I just like that relationship, I don't know why. They sound good for each other.
Review, leave your opinions, I want to know how I did! Until next chapter, Bye!