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Ma petite abeille- my little bee in French

Chapter 51

I took the stairs three at a time, my head floating with excitement. I cannot believe Harry had done that for me, it was the most amazing gift I could have asked for, and I know just who was behind it.

I reached the landing and pushed the door open in one swoop,

"I couldn't sleep a wink! I cannot believe you orchestrated-"

I stopped in the middle of the room, my eyes wide like saucers at the unfamiliar occupant of the grandiose bed. Long black curls draped across milky white, slender shoulders that led up to a neck that stretched this way and the other has the lady yawned, completely unaware that the covers had slipped to her waist and I was now staring at her naked breasts. She rubbed the sleep from her green eyes and poked the bed next to her.

"Again? I'm not a machine, woman."

"Sirius, there is a child here for you."

A moment later Sirius' head stuck up from the mass of pillows, shock pushing the sleep from his grey eyes faster than any amount of caffeine. My body finally recovered and I turned quickly for the door,

"Wait Ky. Umm…where is my…Ky!" He grabbed my elbow and I turned around, "What did you need? Is everything OK?"

He leaned against his door frame, bare-chested with the bed sheet fastened at his waist. "Who is that woman?"

He looked back into his room and then at me quizzically, "Err…that's Kat. What happened-"

"Nothing happened. Don't worry, I just wanted to tell you about last night and to say…what about Alexia?"

"Alexia? What about her? I'm confused, Harry is OK right?"

"I am more than OK…At least I was…what's going on?"

Harry just left the bathroom across Sirius' room, he looked from me to sheet draped Sirius, his eyebrows fusing together in confusion.

"Oh, it's you Harry. Hello." The dark haired woman walked out of Sirius' room…stark raving naked. Harry quickly looked up at the ceiling, his hand quickly going to the back of his neck,

"Hey Kat…"

"Sirius, where is-"

"I can see your vagina." I turned and looked at Harry who was looking at the heavens, and then at Sirius who seemed to be beyond words. 'Kat' turned her green eyes on me,

"Does my being nude make you uncomfortable child?"

OK, what is up with the 'child'? I am fifteen years old!

"No, it's just that I haven't met an actual prostitute-"

"OK we're going to go…away." Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs, I looked back to see the door closing.

"Who was that?"

Harry turned on the last step, his eyebrows raised, "Were you even at the reception last night? He and Kat were-"

"OK who is this 'Kat' that you seem to know so well."

He took a step down, "Errr…I don't know her well. I was just introduced to her yesterday. Like everybody else. She's a new member of the Order. She's a friend of Remus'."

"She's a werewolf?"

"Well I don't think all his friends are werewolves, but yeah, she is. And I don't think Sirius and Remus would be happy by you calling her a prostitute." His voice dipped on the last word but it was unnecessary, it was 5 am and I'm sure nobody else was up yet.

"Well excuse me for being surprised; I was expecting him to be with Alexia. I thought he liked her."

"Kingsley's niece? Err…actually…about Alexia, when you were with…Snape last night, I saw…err…Len-"

"Len and Alexia! But she's like thirty!"

"So? When did you become so interested in everyone's love life all of a sudden! Next you will be trying to find someone for Snape." He laughed loudly at that as if it was the most absurd thing ever.

"I am not obsessed with everybody's love life Harry, and what is so funny about Sev finding someone, huh? What is so hilarious about that? Doesn't he deserve it just as much, if not more than Sirius does!"

Mentioning Sev made me think about last night and how he had to leave because Voldemort had called him. His whole outlook on life was so dark, so sad…I guess Wedding's make you think about things that would usually not cross your mind, like Sev having to be alone for the rest of his life.

"What's that supposed to mean…you think Snape deserves to be happy more than Sirius does?"

"What? No, I didn't say that-"

"Yes you did."

"Fine, then I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that, I don't think Sev never finding someone is a laughing matter Harry."

He took a step up and cupped my cheek, "Ky…what has gotten into you all of a sudden. Why are you so interested in Sirius finding someone and Snape finding someone-"

"I don't know!" I dropped down frustrated, Harry lowered himself on the step, his green eyes brimming with questions. "I…I know you don't like him. I know he doesn't give you much reason to…it's just the way he was talking last night Harry. I mean…he puts himself in danger every single time Voldemort calls…when Mr Weasley and Linus was hurt...Mrs Weasley and Nessie were by their bedside day in and day out and I would be there for him too but it's not the same."

"Ky, he's an adult, he knows what he's getting into."

I looked to my side, at Harry's passive face, "You don't even care at all do you?"

"Ky, he hates me. And it's not exactly like he gets to play double agent because he's a saint; he was a death eater Ky. He is a death eater."

I stood up quickly, how could he be so narrow minded, Sev was risking his life for us all. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, "Look…let's not talk about all of this. We've done really well of not bringing Snape up in our relationship so far and I know it's a topic we would never agree on, so let's just drop it. Stop worrying about everybody's futures; everything is going to be just fine."

I let him pull me into his arms but couldn't fight the niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach that Harry had never been more wrong in his life.

"Come in."

I walked through the door and let out a calming breath. I knew it was silly to worry, odd though it was for Nonno to request my presence in his office at lunchtime, it did not mean that Len was lying bleeding somewhere. Or Linus was comatose again. When did I become such a worry wart? It was despicable, I was the carefree type, the type that mocks, yet desperately relies on, those on-edge types like Mi…when did I lose control of my type!

"Kyrianna?"

"Oh. Sorry Nonno." I walked towards the desk and stopped when I saw that my usual place was occupied.

"This is Gabrielle Sabre. I believe you met her great grandchildren."

I took the seat next to Gabrielle Sabre, observing the grey haired lady in my usual spot. She was a relic. So wrinkled you'd think someone was giving her a bath and completely forgotten she was in the tub. Her eyes were so tiny I didn't think she could see. Was she blind?

"I am very much in control of my vision young lady, now would you mind backing of. Personal space, dearie." I laughed, liking her already. She had spunk.

"Kyrianna, Madame Sabre is here to help with your visions. She is the foremost in the field of divination and we are absolutely privileged for her to sacrifice her time in helping us." I looked quizzically at Nonno, it's been ages since I've had visions, "I know, there has been some time since you have had a vision but I would like to take a pre-emptive course. Much of our actions of late have been reactive. Well, I will leave you ladies to talk, I will be back shortly."

I waited till Nonno left and sat down and turned to her, "OK, so you lot are supposed to be French. But none of you have the accents."

She laughed delicately, there was something very royal about the way this lady carried herself, "Well it's been ever so long since I have had the privilege of being French ma petite. My great grandchildren are citizens of the world, or at least that is what my grandson likes to call them."

"That sounds like you aren't allowed back in France."

She tittered delicately, "Ahhh, the overactive imagination of youth. No, we are not in exile. My grandson's business requires us to be on the move. Joining the Order has brought about the most amount of stability my great grandchildren have had since their birth."

Well that sad fact still doesn't excuse Silvain from being an A-grade twat. "Why did you join the Order?" Everyone had their reason, most were recruits from the original Order but even those recruits lost someone to Voldemort which persuaded them to join.

"Is it not possible to fight the dark just because it is the right thing to do?"

"Possible. But not probable. Everyone is fighting for something."

"And some of us are fighting for nothing at all." She turned and stared out the window in thought, "My son. I lost a son."

"I am very sorry." I bit my lip, cursing my inquisitive nature.

"Don't feel bad, now. Our type isn't the kind to second guess ourselves. You ask these questions because you want to ensure that the people you care for are surrounded by trustworthy folk. You remind me a lot of him actually. He liked questions. Ma petite abeille. That's what I used to call him, buzzing around…annoying his brother."

For once I kept my mouth shut and left her with her thoughts. "But we are not here to be speaking about my life, no matter how glamorous it is. Albus tells me you're a conundrum, the man; bless his soul, genius he is but matters of the clairvoyant fly right over his head. Those guesses of his do tend to work out…maybe you inherited the eye from his side after all."

"Is that how it works?"

"Not all the time, but most of the time. It's like being musically gifted, one can only know if they pick up the instrument."

"So a lot of people could have this…psychic ability, but not know because…nothing triggered a vision."

"Well no. It's still a rarity but that is why they are so very few true seers. From what Albus say's your visions are triggered by emotional connections. You've only ever had visions of someone who you are attached to and therefore more attuned to their psyche. What is truly astounding about your case though, and why I have taken such time researching it, is that seers usually have one formidable point of clarity. There are those who can see the future but strictly visions, just as there are those that can see the past but strictly auditory. You have shown the ability to observe visions of both the past and future and claircognizance. This was the extrasensory perception you were feeling at your brother's pain. You felt what he felt in real time."

I thought back to when Linus was injured, I couldn't see what happened to him, but I was feeling it. "Wait…so what does this mean. I'm like some abnormal-"

"No." She placed her hand on my own, "Special."

"I don't want to be special. I don't want to know things and not be able to do anything about it."

"But that's it, ma petite abeille. If you learn how to control this power, you can do something about it."

"But that's just it. I can't control them, they just happen. And they only work in regards to people I am attached to and…I want to help but I don't think…if I saw something happen to Linus or Len or Harry and I wasn't able to do anything about it…that I couldn't get over."

I barely dealt with the fact that I saw Cedric die and couldn't do a damn thing! If I saw that happen to Linus, or Len, or Harry, or Sev…I think I would go mental.

"I understand." She squeezed my hand, "I am sorry, I was just excited. In all my years of practice, I have never come across your type. You shouldn't have to have that kind of responsibility, especially at your age. I just got carried away, please forgive an old woman. Anyway, Albus requested I help you stop these visions. Not control them."

I didn't like the way she said it…it was as if I was a child. A child that couldn't handle this responsibility. What if this is what I could offer to the cause. What if I learn to stop it and something happens to Linus or Len or Sev or Harry. I could have prevented it.

"How do we go about controlling-"

"No ma petite. No. Forget I had said anything. It is best not to live with-"

"But what if I was born with these powers for a reason. What if the whole grand scheme in defeating Voldemort needs me to be able to see-"

"Absolutely not." I stood and turned to the door. Nonno looked at Gabrielle sternly and she lowered her eyes, "I thought we discussed stopping these visions."

"But Nonno, we'll have the ability to know-"

"And do you think Voldemort would take kindly to us having such an ability in our arsenal. You might as well paint an x on your back. This is something not up for discussion Kyrianna, I would not have you put yourself through that. And let us not forget the side effects of these visions. This is why they must stop and why I brought Ga-"

"But Nonno-"

"NO!" I took a step back at the thunder in his voice, the first time ever being shouted at by him. He took a step forward, his blue eyes sad, "Kyrianna, we must not draw attention to your ability. Voldemort holds this branch of magic in more regard than you know…and nobody should have that kind of responsibility. And most importantly, the effect it has on your body, on your mind. It is too much."

I nodded my head, wanting no more than to run away from this room, "I…I have Charms now…may I leave?"

"Here." I looked to my left, I had completely forgotten that Gabrielle was still here, "I haven't figured just how to stop the visions yet, or if it's even possible, but that should help prevent the small ones. Those triggers we were talking about, in your case it seems it is when someone you feel a great deal for is in a stressful situation, your psyche and theirs are linked and that triggers the visions. This will numb that link, I don't know if you've been feeling more emotional lately, but that's your body just trying to link itself to more psyches. It's something you do without even knowing. Take a spoon, twice a day."

I took the little red bottle and nodded, not taking much of what she said in and left the room with my head down, for once leaving Nonno's office feeling worse than when I got there.

"He's right."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Of course you would side with Dumbledore, Hermione. If Ky gets control of this ability, she can see anything! Anywhere! Anytime! There would never be able to get one on us, we'd have a counter attack before they even thought of the attack. It's brilliant."

"No it isn't. Have you forgotten about what those visions do to her?"

I turned and looked at Harry, eyebrows raised, "We could come up with a way of stopping the bleeding and headaches."

"And the responsibility of knowing everything that's going to happen in advance, what's the cure for that?"

"I'm not afraid of that. And neither are you, you have a swim around Voldemort's head like a Sunday dip in the pool."

"And if someone gave me a potion to stop that, I would take it. Not like I'm not trying. That reminds me…I have to go see Snape."

Occlumency lessons were not going well for Harry and I think it had a lot to do with his relationship with his teacher. He pecked me on the forehead, "Take your meds."

Mi and I stood and walked to our dorm, "You know your grandfather is right. He just wants to keep you safe. I thought you might have to learn occlumency to help with these visions, but nobody is getting into your head. Actually you're the one getting into others…connecting with their inner psyche…this is why I hated divination! It's such a…unsure branch of magic."

"Believe me, I would be more than happy if these things came with an instruction manual…but looks like I won't need it anyway. What's the use of having this ability if I'm never going to use it? Just imagine Mi…it can keep everyone safe."

"But yourself. Ky, there is a reason why people don't have these multiple vision options. I mean, can you imagine the stress that would put on your mind. I think its best you put a stop to it now, while you can. Godric knows what damage you've already done."

I jumped into bed, everyone's words lying heavy in my thoughts. I looked at the little red bottle on my bedside table…who knew something so inconsequential in size could have such a profound effect on all our outcomes.

A/N: A little enlightening into Ky's power. And the introduction of a few more OC's.

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