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Melissa's POV

Scorpius, Albus and I had done as Headmistress McGonagall had asked and went into her office and sat down. Dom and Rose were there too, along with my sister, Melody.

We then proceeded to sit through an hour long explanation as to what had happened to me and although I had planned to keep the part about the vision a secret, it turned out they all already knew about it.

So much for that plan, then.

McGonagall had told me that I was, in fact, a Seer, and had been my whole life, I just didn't know it, which wasn't very common these days, apparently.

A Seer, really.

I mean, it did explain why I had the vision, but why did I have to be a Seer. Yes, I do quite like Divination and knowing about the future, but all the things McGonagall had listed off, that I'd have to do, was a lot.

For example.

Weekly lessons with Professor Greggory in order to lean to better control my 'gifts'.

Taking a vial of dreamless sleep potion every night before bed so that I didn't get any odd dreams.

And telling somebody immediately if I do get any more visions.

They were only the ones I could easily remember.

"Miss Jones," Professor McGonagall spoke, rearing me out of my thoughts. "Are you alright?"

I audibly snorted at how stupid of a question that was, when I'd just found out that I'm a Seer, after being in a coma for two months.

No I was most certainly not alright! Was what I wanted to scream at her.

But instead, I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes Professor, it's just a lot to get my head around."

"I completely understand that, so I encourage you to, if you ever feel the need, talk to somebody, preferably someone you trust, about how you are doing and if they feel you are not right, I encourage them to come to me." She said that last part with a pointed look at everybody else in the room, their replies being a sharp nod.

I didn't like how she was talking, as though I was a new born baby that needed protected at all costs.

I was not weak.

I was not fragile.

And I was not going to let whoever or whatever did this get to me, I refused to do so.

"Well, on that note, you are all dismissed." The Headmistress said with a wave of her hand.

I got up from the chair I'd been sat in and made my way to the door, following behind everyone else.

"Oh and Miss Jones, your parents wish you well."

I nodded at the woman and closed the door on my way out.

The walk back to the dungeons was an awkward one.

We had said farewell to Dom and Rose earlier on, though they had been reluctant to leave, but Melody had insisted she walked me back to the common room. So here we were, just turning around the corner to the Slytherin quarters, Albus and Scorpius visibly looking slightly uncomfortable in my sister's presence. When we reached the secret opening the boys went through, leaving me alone in the corridor with Melody, a strange conversation ahead of us.

"I'm glad you're okay." She spoke quietly, reaching her hand out to touch my arm, before she thought better and let it go back to where is was previously, hanging limply by the right side of her body.

"Thanks." I said awkwardly, a sort of smile on my face that looked more like a grimace.

We stood, face to face and unsure of what to say, for a minute or so before she gave in to whatever internal battle she must of been having with herself, as she pounced, embracing me in the largest hug she'd ever given me.

"I'm so sorry, really I am." She sobbed into my shoulder, her thin arms around my neck as she stood on her tip toes.

She was older than me, but I'd always been the taller one.

To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I was concerned as to why she was crying, confused as to why she was sorry and slightly happy that she was hugging me as tightly as she used to do when we were kids.

"Why are you sorry, Melody?" I asked, placing my hand on her head in attempt to soothe her.

I wasn't very good at comforting people.

There was a sniffle before she lifted her head from my, now tear stained, shoulder, the sorrow in her eyes broke my heart.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you nearly enough as I should have, I'm sorry for being a crappy big sister and I'm sorry that it was you that got hurt and not me." She explained, wiping her eyes and smearing her mascara even more.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry about any of those things, it's not your fault." I replied as she released me and took a step back.

"You don't understand, we thought you were going to die, you should've seen the look on both Mum and Dad's faces, they were so scared that their favourite daughter was going to leave them." She said bitterly before she laughed at herself, sniffing once more.

"Favourite daughter?" I questioned, the words catching my attention, along with the malice in her voice as she'd said them.

The sudden change in her demeanor was worrying, but she looked angry, so I decided to let her continue.

"Yeah, you've always been the favourite, when you were born, Mum and Dad doted on you, never letting you out of their site, they've always been so protective of you, not in an overbearing way, well not for you, but in a way that was unnoticeable." Her tears had dried up and she now sounded as though she'd been wanting to say this for a long time.

"I don't understand, Melody." I stated, raising an eyebrow.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

"Give a dog too much leash and it'll take control, but give it just enough that it'll come back for more." The smile that accompanied that sentence was far from pleasant.

"Okay, could you explain that properly please, not in metaphors." I asked, getting annoyed with her attitude.

"You've always been allowed to do stuff that I never could, you could stay out late with your friends, go to places far away, without them. They let you do that so that you'd would keep coming and asking to do things you might not be allowed to do, because you'd gotten away with it before." She further explained, although it still made little sense.

"So?" I pressed.

"The fact that they let you do things that other kids parents didn't made them cool in your eyes, so you trusted them and therefore you tell them everything, right?" She asked, her hands now on her hips in a smug sort of way.

"Well, I tell Mum everything, yeah." I said, hesitantly.

"So Mum knows exactly everything that goes on your life, without seeming like a prying and overprotective parent. She's manipulated you into thinking that you were the lesser off child as well, hasn't she?" Melody sneered.

"Maybe..." I whispered, looking at floor in shame as I realised that everything she was saying made sense.

"When in reality, I was the neglected one, because when you were born, they instantly figured out what you were, not just a Witch, but a Seer too." She finished and went to turn around, but I caught a hold of her arm, yanking her back.

"Excuse me?! You mean to tell me that Mum and Dad have known that I was a Seer my entire life?!" I all but nearly screamed.

"Yep, that is exactly what I'm saying." She said, her nose in the air.

"How long have you known?" I asked, extremely irritated and angry now.

"You think I wouldn't have figure it out and confronted them when I learned that Mum and Dad came home from the 'Hospital' with a girl, when I'd seen an old ultrasound scan that clearly showed that you were a boy." She jeered triumphantly.

I was lost for words, speechless and dumfounded.

"They were told you would grow up to be a Seer, a potentially dangerous one too, when they adopted you from a Witch." The realisation of what she'd just told me seemed to cross her features as she gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

Then she turned and legged it out of the dungeons, leaving me in the middle of the corridor, feeling nothing but numbness and with the same words rolling around my head.

I'm a Seer and I'm adopted.

I'm a Seer and I'm adopted.

I'm a Seer and I'm adopted.

Those same words where still repeating themselves over and over again as I walked into the Slytherin common room, striding past Albus and Scorpius and straight to my dorm, ignoring their questions.

They were still there the next day and the day after that.

A week had past and they were still there, the words taunting me with their terrible truth.

Melody had avoided me like the plague, not even bothering to apologise for ruining everything I've ever known and my friends looked as though they were on the verge of dragging me to Headmistress McGonagall's office just to get me to talk about what had happened.

I was not going to talk about it no matter how times they poked and prodded me about it, I was focused on only one thing, Quidditch.

The match against Hufflepuff was in two weeks time and I needed to be in the best shape possible to beat their asses, so I spent every waking hour I could on the pitch, running drills and building my diminished stamina back up.

I would ignore all my problems until they went away.

Or at least until I could be bothered to confront them.

AN:

Hello! I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, but I've been really busy with school and starting a new job that I haven't had the time to write. I hope you liked this chapter, it's a bit of a filler, but I promise, the big game is on it's way. In the meantime, stay safe and sane!

Until next time, happy reading!

Sincerely,

Purple_slytherin xx