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The Rarest Type of Seer

Chapter 3

Lily tossed and turned in her bed that night. She wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep. But, apparently her mind had other ideas. She couldn't help but be upset over her dramatic exit earlier. She prided herself on remaining calm in any and all situations.

Her cool and reserved, uncaring façade was her anchor to reality. She used it in any and all situations, clung to it, even. For her to lose it in front of other people was completely unsafe. Especially in front of her worst antagonist. Don't get her wrong, she loved Rose dearly, even if she did have the urge to push her in front of one of those small muggle buses every now and then…. Ok, who was she kidding, any time she was around her cousin for longer than five minutes, she felt like that.

She vaguely remembered a time when she did not feel that way towards Rose. Heck, it could have even been said that she actually looked up to her older cousin and wanted to be just like her. That was a long time ago though, and she rarely thought about it, as it brought along painful memories. It seemed to her that tonight her subconscious self was not going to listen to rationality, and she was taking a trip down memory lane whether she wanted to or not.

She had been two years old when the healers told her parents there was a very large chance that Lily would never use her magic. Oh, she had it, they explained. She had it in droves; it was the largest manifestation of magic they had ever seen in one so young. But there was something blocking it and they could not figure out what. They did one test after another to try to unblock whatever 'it' was, but nothing worked. After one particular and very tiring test that left the little girl shaking, shivering, and paler than even the ghosts of Hogwarts, Ginny Potter had had enough. She told the healers in no uncertain terms that her daughter was not a lab rat for them to experiment on and if Lily's magic was going to work, then they would leave it up to providence, and not force it.

(Lily was too young at the time to really remember any of this, but her parents had told her about it when she was eleven and they were considering not sending her to Hogwarts.)

Rose had always been the jealous sort of person, and she disliked Lily mostly for being born. It didn't help Lily's case that she was not able to use her magical powers.

At the tender age of four Lily was sitting alone playing with her dolls in the family room of the Potter home in Godric's Hollow when a six years old Rose and Albus came in. Never one to pass on the chance to make her cousin feel miserable, thus, the taunting began.

Lily remembered that day with perfect clarity. She could honestly say that there was not much she could be grateful to Rose for, but she (read: Lily) gave full credit (if only with a little irony on the side) to the red headed girl for helping her awaken her powers.

For obvious reasons, Rose's cruelty upset Lily greatly. It also didn't help matters that her brother was standing right there and not stepping in. As quiet tears streamed down from the little girls eyes and Rose continued on, Lily felt something spark inside of her belly. Much the same way you would think a spark of fire would feel when rubbing two flint rocks together. It was a hum of energy, if you will, that Lily had never before felt in her entire young life, and it scared her.

She wanted to run to her father or mother, and beg them to make it go away, but Rose and Albus were standing in the doorway. Lily remembered feeling the blood drain from her face and she thought Albus might have asked her if she was alright. But, that of course could not have been, because Rose was still going on and oN and ON, and Albus would not ever be worried for his little sister anyway.

As Rose continued on in her rant, and Lily's anger grew, the spark turned into a tingly feeling that started to encompass her entire body. (And, although Lily didn't realize it at the time, in hindsight, she realized that the feeling was growing along with her anger.) It festered deep within the core of her being, making Lily feel light headed and weak, but at the same time stronger than she had ever felt before. She was burning up with sweat and shivering with cold – the absolute worst feeling you could ever have. As the 'fire' moved up into her head, she started to 'see' things differently. There were strange colors surrounding Albus and Rose, and she could actually feel the animosity that came from Rose, along with the indifference from her brother.

Over the sound of Rose's voice was a swirling vortex of thoughts that were not Lily's own. It was too much stimulus for her young mind and she felt herself getting weaker as the hum of energy continued to take over her body.

The climax came when her cousin, who finally realized Lily wasn't paying any attention to her, called her a 'freak'.

Albus's eyes went wide, that was one word that you never, ever, EVER, used in the Potter's home. The strange fiery energy coursing through Lily's body finally let go. The room started shaking, strange winds picked up, knocking things down from the tables and walls. The walls themselves were vibrating and the ceiling started crumbling inside itself. Al and Rose ducked under the nearest table, instinctually holding their heads in their trembling hands.

Maybe it was sheer luck, or maybe Lily might have had enough control over her accidental magic to protect them, or maybe it was their own magical abilities, none of them were really sure, but when the mayhem was over, the entire house in Godric's Hollow was torn down to the ground around them. A sole table stood next to what used to be a solid wall, with two small children shaking uncontrollably underneath. In the middle of the demolished building lay a little girl shivering and trembling and barely conscious.

Lily didn't remember much after that. She caught small snatches of conversation, the gist of which was unknown to a small girl of four. In the days following that she learned what it felt like to actually have access to her magic. The small hum of fiery energy that she felt on that day was now a constant companion, and she was constantly hearing people's thoughts and seeing colors everywhere.

She could actually read people's emotions, which scared her immensely. On top of all of this, she would catch glimpses of things that she was unsure about. People she had never met before in her life, and an older Rose and Albus. Some of this was totally inane, but there were other things, that she just could not wrap her young mind around.

Her parents, who were always the most level headed of people that she knew, seemed to be more stressed than usual. If she had been older, she would have understood that this was not only due to losing their home, but Lily's unprecedented amount of magic. She should not have been able to blow up their home at such a young age.

Not knowing what else to do to help the young girl, her parents looked into different schools that specialized in the types of magic that Lily was showing. After all, it was one thing to be an empath, and another to be a seer, and even another to be able to see the auras of other people, but Harry and Ginny Potter had never heard of a witch or wizard that was able to do all three.

And then there was the mind reading. They knew she didn't do it on purpose; the poor child had one massive headache after another from 'hearing' voices. At first, they thought that their precious daughter was losing her mind, or even worse, gaining a form of what the muggles called 'schizophrenia'.

However, that all changed one day when her father was home from work and in his study. He had been staring off into space when the then five year old Lily came in and climbed up into his lap.

She had a pout on her face, and before harry could utter even a word, she said to him in a very serious voice, "Daddy, Albie just called me an idiot. But he didn't actually 'say' it."

Now normally, Harry would have brushed this off as his children simply arguing and tattling on each other, but her words struck a chord in him and he questioned her gently. 'What do you mean by, 'he didn't actually say it', Lily-Bean?"

Lily had a pensive look on her face as she considered how to explain to her father what she meant. She was only five after all. "I don't know Daddy. I just know that Albie's voice said 'Lily's such an idiot!' But I was looking right at him when I heard it, and his lips didn't move at all!"

That was when it hit Harry that his daughter was not 'schizo'. (And, no, Albus was not a ventriloquist either.) So he and Ginny put in enquiries to magical schools all over the world in the hopes of finding something that might help their young daughter. And while they waited for answers, Harry taught Lily the very basics of Occlumency.

It was a very frustrating process for them both, for Lily might have been a natural Ligilemens, but she was just like her father when it came to Occlumency.

(It was just one more thing for her to add to her 'just like daddy list'. There was quite a bit on that list too.)

When Lily was seven years old her parents were told of a school called 'Belle Aurora'. Her parents never told her where they heard about it from, but as she got older she had her suspicions that the only place they could have learned about this particular school from was the Department of Mysteries.

It didn't really matter where they heard about it, as she absolutely adored the place, and that was where she met Cham. She was simply curious.

'Ah well,' she thought, as she pulled herself out of her thoughts, 'we did get to move into Potter Place after I blew up Godric's Hollow.' An impish grin flitted across her face before she resigned herself to the inevitable of not being able to sleep, she got out of bed deciding that it would probably be worth it to do some drawing. Her other drawing had been rudely interrupted by Scorpius Malfoy. She allowed herself a small dreamy sigh, and then focused back to the task at hand; finding her sketchbook.

She had been searching for a good fifteen minutes before a light bulb went off in her head and she remembered that she had left it in the small parlour. Not realizing how late it actually was, she groaned to herself, and made her way downstairs and to what she thought of as an inevitable confrontation.

The dark haired girl made her way through the halls of her home knowing that the pictures of her ancestors hanging on the walls were only pretending to be asleep. Lily had always found it a bit creepy having sentient pictures hanging on the walls. Of course, she overlooked the fact that two of her three favorite rooms were also somewhat of a sentient nature. She took comfort in the fact that at least these pictures were of her ancestors and family members. It was worse at Hogwarts, and she didn't even want to think about her other school. Belle Aurora took their pictures to a whole new level of different. Even for the wizarding world.

There were a few muggle pictures of course. Her 'Uncle' Dudley had sent her father pictures he had found when cleaning out his mother's attic, and he always kept the Potters updated with photos of his family.

She stopped to admire the most recent of the Dursley family portraits. In the back and sitting the tallest was Dudley Dursley. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that twinkled merrily from the picture. His wife, Miralda sat slightly to the right and in front of him. Miralda was the polar opposite of Dudley in looks. She had almond colored skin and the prettiest amber eyes Lily had ever seen and her hair was as black as a moonless night in the forest. Their oldest son, (though only by two minutes and thirty –nine seconds) Braydon, sat next to his mother, while his twin brother Brandon and their younger sister, (by two years and three months) Bridget, were casually draped across the floor.

Next to the Dursley family portrait was a picture of her great-aunt Petunia. She had salt and pepper hair that was pulled back in a chignon, and a stern expression on her face. Lily was unsure how her father had come into possession of it, but she spared it little thought. The only real use she had for her great-aunt was interrogation. Which she did as often as she could. She knew it drove the 'horse lady' crazy too. But, Lily really couldn't help herself. She had an insatiable curiosity when it came to some things. (Her family history being one of them.)

Her father and 'Uncle' Dudley made sure that any questions that Lily may have, Petunia would answer.

A creak of a door made Lily look away from the pictures. The back door was the only door in Potter Place that made a noise like that. Sticking to the shadows, she crept stealthily along the hallway to the kitchen. There was an intense feeling in her to not be seen, making her wish briefly for Cham who was a master at blending in. But if the clock on the wall was to be believed, then it was 2:30 in the morning, (much later than she thought it was), and Cham was probably in bed, dreaming of Albus. The last part of that thought made Lily shudder. (It wasn't that she was against the idea of Cham and Albus being in a relationship, it was just weird to think of them that way.)

Not wanting to get sidetracked by her thoughts, Lily pushed them away and snuck around the corner of the dining room. She groaned quietly in frustration when she saw the kitchen door was closed. But she refused to let this beat her. She was set on finding out just whom or what had gone out the back door. Of course, it could have been nothing more than Scorpius Malfoy going home her conscious whispered. Lily ignored the voice however and continued on.

She whispered an 'animadverto per' charm at the door. Once she made sure nobody was there, she slipped silently through, making sure the door didn't make any noise while swinging shut behind her.

The light of the moon shining through the three large windows and the double French doors illuminated the room with an eerie glow. Lily was able to see the silhouette of four people through the doors.

Three of them wore dark colored cloaks that shimmered in the moonlight, they all had their hoods up obscuring the color of their hair, and their backs were to the door, so she could not make out their faces. She would recognize the 'Effrego' anywhere though. The fourth person stood in the middle of the group, and though she was standing with her back straight and her head held high, Lily noted that there was some wariness about the girl.

And then it clicked in her head that the girl she was observing was none other than Rose Weasley!

'Just what in Merlin's name was her STUPID cousin doing with them! Why was she even still here? Shouldn't she have gone back home? Stupid Rose, and her stupid ways of causing trouble!' (She completely ignored the irony in being ok with Malfoy still being there, and not ok with Rose.)

Lily moved to the kitchen window closest to where the people outside were standing, and examined it in the hopes of opening it to hear them. She glanced around the kitchen, though what she was looking for was anyone's guess, her eyes landing on the large refrigerator. Dangling from the top of it was what appeared to be a long almost invisible string. She was absolutely certain that she would have missed it, had it not been for the moonlight and the glint that was shining off the string.

It was her Uncle George's newest 'Extendable Ear' prototype. Teddy had been playing with one when she had gone to visit him earlier that day. The 'extendable' part of the ear was made with spider wire, a very thin string made from the silky threads of spiders. A charm was placed on it to allow sound to travel back to a small pearlesque bead. Lily was pretty sure that this particular type of 'Extendable Ear' was only being made for and marketed to the Auror department.

She quickly grabbed it and went back to the window. She cracked the window open just enough to feel the cool air on her bare arms, and let the 'ear' go. She whispered a silencing spell on the cord just in case it made any noise while making its way to the group of people, and then listened.

"…you cannot be serious in this, Weasley!" A male's voice whispered furiously. "You can't! You can't say you're going to join us and then back out at the last minute! They'll have your head for it!"

"It's not like…" Rose's voice was cut off by another.

It was a female, and her voice was silky smooth and it made Lily tremble with trepidation. She had a very bad feeling she knew exactly who it was, and if she was correct, and she was rarely wrong, then Rose was in a lot more trouble then she probably realized.

'Stupid Rose!'

"No, Rose isn't going to leave us in this bind. Are you Rosie?" The woman asked softly and coldly malicious. Rose visibly flinched, and Lily could just visualize the preening on the mysterious woman's face. The woman reached up and drew her finger down Rose's cheek. "You will bring us the jewel-"

"But, I don't even know – "

The woman continued on as if Rose had never interrupted, " – along with the heart, or else there will be consequences to be paid."

For all that Lily disliked her cousin; she did not enjoy watching her get beat into submission by the stinking 'Lux Lucis Effrego'. Somebody really needed to put them in their place and Lily was afraid that it was going to have to be herself. Especially since she had a sinking suspicion what the heart and jewel that they spoke of was.

She didn't think Rose knew what they were though, and she hoped and prayed that Rose would not figure it out. Lily gripped the light weight chain that hung around her neck briefly; it was a nervous habit that anyone in her family or those of her close friends would have recognized.

The dark haired girl was about to pull the 'ear' back, thinking that they might be done with their little têtê –a–têtê, only to hear the third voice speak. His was a voice that Lily would recognize anywhere. At one point in time she could have sworn, hell, she would have sworn, that he was 'the one' for her. Screw everything she had already seen about her future, she would have changed it all for him. But he had not been as serious about her as she was about him. Which, of course, really should not have surprised her in the least; they all eventually found their way to Rose. (Lily had the drawings to prove it too.) Still, it hurt. It hurt like a mad crazy bus let loose in muggle traffic with no magic to maneuver around said muggles.

Lily could hear the smirk in his voice when he said in a sweetly and seductively to her cousin, "as long as you don't fail us Rosie, I will personally make it worth your while. Not that I haven't already."

She heard Rose sigh wistfully and her answer with whispered 'alright'. Lily felt the need to stab someone, or two someones for that matter, with a very dull knife. 'Good Greece,' she thought, in an almost despairing manner, 'I'm becoming almost as violent as Cham!' The distinct sound of apperation brought her out of her musings quickly and the littlest Potter hurried to pull the 'ear' back in. She closed the window as fast as she could without making any noise, and made her way back to the swinging kitchen door just as Rose walked through the French doors.

"What are you doing down here!" The red headed girl screeched, barely containing her voice as not to wake her aunt and uncle.

Lily wheeled around and looked at her cousin as if she were crazy. (Which for all intents and purposes to Lily's mind, Rose was. But that was beside the point.) "What are you up to?" She asked mischievously, instead of answering. She grinned wickedly when Rose grimaced visibly.

"That's none of your concern, Lily! Whatever you saw or think you saw, was nothing. I was just meeting up with some friends. That's all." She said decisively.

Lily shrugged her shoulders in response. "Uh huh, whatever Cousin." She shrugged non-chalantly. "Honestly, Rose? I don't really care what you're up to. Although, I think you should think about this, I never said I saw you with anyone. But your guilty conscious sure is telling me a lot." She smiled sweetly at Rose, making sure that it reached her eyes, if for nothing more than to throw Rose off, and left the room. Rose paled in comparison and just stood there lost in the hopes that Lily really didn't see, or worse, hear anything.

Lily made her way back to her room, only realizing that she still didn't have her sketchbook when she threw herself onto her bed. 'Oh well, screw it,' she thought dismissively.

Figuring that her mind may finally let her go to sleep, she snuggled into her pillows. It was not to be however, as she kept hearing 'his' voice whispering in that seductive voice over and over again to Rose.

She begged her mind to shut down. She thought of Scorpius and how she might actually, finally start to talk to him. She thought of Cham and her over – protective ways, and her weird crush on Al. Lily figured that she should probably be slightly weirded out by that. After all, Cham was her best friend. Then again, wasn't she in a slightly similar boat with Scorpius? She shrugged her shoulders at that thought, and then laughed a little at herself.

One second she's thinking of an imbecilic jerk and his wild 'fling' with her cousin and the next she's got her mind focused on her cousin's ex? Lily was coming to the fast conclusion that there was something seriously wrong with her.

What happened to coming home only to take care of the 'obnoxious drama Rose was going to be causing'? She asked herself. That was what she had told Cham she was going to do over her Christmas holiday. Cham had been reluctant at first to come along with her, but then Lily reminded her that Albus would be here, and she jumped on board without thinking twice.

Now, however, Lily was thinking twice about coming home, and she blamed Rose completely. Lily absolutely despised having to deal with her own emotions. They had a tendency to make things crazy.

The dark haired girl groaned and decided that maybe she should check out her Uncle George's new archery course. After all, there was nothing like shooting at rose shaped targets to make one's self feel better.

She smiled with glee at the thought, and had anyone actually been looking, they might have wondered at the pain that shone from her green eyes ever so briefly.

'animadverto per': See through

A/N: I would like to thank Bucky5 for helping me with some random questions, and also for just generally keeping me on track for this story. Also, to all of you awesome reviewers - you guys rule! Every time I saw a new review in my inbox, It made me work harder. Please believe me when I say, it is very hard to sit down and actually write when you have ADD! (And three children wanting your attention. All. The. Time.) ;)

Anyway, since it is approximately 1:40 a.m., I am not entirely sure if there area whole bunch of mistakes in here. Feel free to point them out if you like, just please remember to do so constructively. I hope you all enjoy chapter three and please remember to leave a review.

After all, they are the food that feeds the muses soul... or ego, as Lily's case may be. ;)

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~Jeni