I didn't particularly like Professor Trelawney, but I had to respect her. After all she taught my favorite class, and even though it's hidden behind her eccentric clothes and personality, she had talent and knowledge in what she taught. Divination had always fascinated me, for obvious reasons. For years and years, I would see events before they happened, but I always just wrote it off as extreme cases of Déjà vu. Now that I knew the truth and had a basis of understanding of why this happened to me, I respected the art of divination even more.

I was in her class right now with Renae all the way on top of the astronomy tower. Fred and George dropped the class long ago, having no trust or patience for the class or the teacher. The class was a small number of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, all seated around small tables in groups of three or four. In front of each person was a crystal ball, our medium to the future today. I didn't particularly like this way of predicting, but it was part of the curriculum. It never worked for me, even though I had an advantage, I saw the same as everyone else did when they looked into the glass material; Smokey air swirling around, revealing nothing.

"Everyone please turn to page 87 in your books and try to decipher the meaning behind what you see," Trelawney asked, overly inflecting as usual.

With a sigh and a glance toward Renae, I did what she said. I didn't hope to find anything useful in today's lesson, I usually never did. Renae didn't like the class very much, but it was an easy class and she didn't feel like working much in the mornings. However, she looked a bit more enthusiastic today, sharing my newly found out secret. Professor kept staring in my direction as well, curious as to what today would bring. Only two teachers were told about my secret, Professor McGonagall because she was the head of my house and Professor Trelawney, the resident expert of my special gifts.

I glared at the ball in front of me indignantly, wishing I could see something useful, or just anything at all. As I glared, I got more aggravated as time went by and nothing appeared. If I was a true Ismerete, shouldn't this come naturally to me, shouldn't I be seeing something besides random clouds of smoke swirling around each other insignificantly. I was growing more and more impatient, and was just about ready to just give up on it. That's when it happened.

All of a sudden, instead of the mundane classroom, boring and full of nothing by agitated seventh years, I was in a dream like state. Everything I saw was hazy around the edges, but still there. It was like seeing something through foggy glasses. It didn't seem real, yet it was regardless. It was dark and ominous, wherever I was. I couldn't tell exactly where, but it seemed like a field of dirt and grass, little gray stones were scattered about, in an eerily familiar pattern. I was running, I didn't know why or where to, but the look of determination and panic was clear on my features. I pushed onward and onward until I was a of a circle of dirt, a black undistinguishable something was in the center of the ring, steam or smoke rising from it in think clouds.

It began to boil, what I was guessing to be an abnormally large pewter cauldron. And then, as fast as it began, liquid pour out of the sides and smoke engulfed the immediate area. A large, hooded black figured emerged from the smoke, there was a green light, and then nothing. It all went black, the very last thing I heard, piercing through the blackness without a recognizable source, was a devastating shout of anguish far off in the distance. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

My eyes snapped open and I nearly fell out of my chair I jumped so high from the shock of coming back into reality. My little premonition, or vision or whatever it was that just happened, could have been mistaken for me jolting awake after dozing off. However, the worried stares from Renae and the Professor told me they knew the truth.

"AndI, what happened? What did you see?" Renae hissed, her voice threaded with poorly concealed concern.

"I'm not quite sure, really. It didn't make much sense, to be honest," I shrugged, not knowing how to answer her question. What did happen? What did I just see? Did it mean anything? I doubt that it didn't. It had to have some sort of significance, what that was escaped me at the moment.

"Well, try to explain it if you can. If you couldn't tell, Andrella, I'm sort of freaking out here. That was really scary, you should have seen your eyes. They rolled back into your head and you just slumped down in the chair. You were like that for almost two minutes," Renae retorted. I knew that she wasn't actually angry at me despite what her tone suggested, she was just worried. The last time I had a vision, it turned out to be someone psychopath meddling around in my thoughts.

"I was just in this field, or something like that. There was a cauldron that started over boiling and then this hooded figure rose from it. And then that's it, it all went black and I heard someone screaming 'No!'" I admitted to her. I'm not sure why I left out the flash of green light, but something was telling me not to tell her.

"Oh, well that is odd. Do you think it was a vision or something?" She asked, genuinely intrigued.

"I don't know. Maybe. I think I'll go to Dumbledore after class and explain it to him, just to make certain," I said quietly, our private conversation was no longer so private. I could tell that others were listening to our conversation when they shouldn't be. Besides, there really was nothing more to say. I was completely in the dark about any deeper meanings this little episode possessed, if any.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy that my wish to see something other than swirling fog in a glass ball was granted or not. I wasn't sure what I saw meant, but I had a feeling it wasn't good. That scream, it was heartbreaking. It held so much terrible agony and sorrow; it was sickening to think to think about what unknown pain could cause a person so much torment.

I had a feeling, deep down inside my gut, that I would find out what could make a man scream with such fervor much too soon for my liking.

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"Drells, come on! We're gonna be late!" George whined, standing by the doorway out of the Gryffindor common room anxiously.

Fred, Ron, Hermione and Renae were already in the stands for the first task. I had to admit I was going much slower than usual today, but that's only because I couldn't find the jeans I wanted to wear today. They were all the way at the bottom of my suitcase, hiding from me.

"Don't pee your pants, Weasley. I'm ready," I laughed at his expression of relief I was finally at the bottom of the staircase, dressed and ready to go.

There was still a good forty minutes before the first task started, but George wanted to get there early so he could help Fred with taking bets. They still haven't gotten their money from the bet they made Bagman at the World Cup. So they were doing everything they could in order to raise back up the money they lost, due to Bagman's broken promise.

We were silent as we walked down the hallway. When one of the Weasley twins were silent, you knew something was wrong. The thing I hated the most is not that there was something wrong, but the fact that I didn't know what that something was. I considered George as one of my very best friends, and I thought the feeling was mutual. So then why is he keeping something from me? Once we were stuck waiting for the staircase to switch back to where we needed it to go, I decided that it was the most opportune time to ask just that.

"George, can I ask you something?" I looked up to him nervously. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous, really. It was just George. George, my best friend for six years. George, the only guy I've ever been in love with.

"Sure, Drella. What is it?" He smiled down at me with a carefree smile.

"Is there something you're not telling me? Or have I just imagined this awkwardness between us since I woke up?" I spat out, quickly. I had to say it fast and get it over with, or I knew that I wouldn't actually ask it.

"So you've noticed that, too?" He glanced at me with this guilty look on his face, his left hand reaching to scratch his neck instinctively.

"Of course I have, George! I come out from my coma and everything is just different with you! I mean, you're always around me but we never really talk anymore. There's always this awkwardness. You always start sentences and then just stop and say "never mind". And you're looking at me strangely, too. I just don't understand. What did I do?" I exploded, speaking way more than I had planned to.

"No, it's not…you'd didn't…" He started and then let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes. When he finally opened them again, he had this look of determination settled on his face. "It's nothing you did, Drella. It's me. This is my fault. I can't tell you why, not yet. I don't know…I just can't,"

"Well, you're going to have to. And soon. I miss how our friendship used to be. I miss how it use to be so free and easy, and now…there's just awkward silence and secrets," I exhaled, feeling like a weight was lifted from my chest.

"Alright, fine. Tonight, I'll tell you. Meet me at the entrance to the room of requirement at 11:00 pm. But for right now, we have to go meet Fred, we've kept him waiting long enough and he'll need our help," George nodded his head, just as the stairs moved back on our path.

The rest of the walk to the Quidditch pitch was silent, but not as awkward and tense as before. Hopefully whatever it was that was bothering him, would all be aired out tonight. Hopefully, it would all just go back to normal.

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The first task was extraordinary, seeing all those dragons were amazing. I loved dragons, personally. They were such a beautiful, misunderstood race. However, that Hungarian horntail was down right nasty. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest with relief when Harry made it back after having that dragon chase him out of sight.

After the task, all Gryffindors rushed back to the common room where we all celebrated Harry's win. Finally, Ron and Harry settled their little argument to everyone's liking. Their fighting really was getting bothersome for anyone who was friends with the both of them. Now it was ten thirty and I was up in the sixth year girl's dormitory with Renae. I was pacing around like a bloody lunatic, racked with nerves and butterflies.

"AndI, would you just sit down already. Pacing around the room isn't going to make thirty minutes go by any faster," Renae giggled obnoxiously. She knew how excited I was for this, and scared as well. This could go either one of two ways; fixing everything or making it even more awkward than it already was. I was praying for the first.

"It's just…I don't know, Renae. What could he possibly have to tell me. It's probably something bad, right? That's why he was keeping it a secret for so long!" I exclaiming, throwing up my hands in an exaggerated way. For hours I've been through all the possible things he needed to tell me, each one more ridiculous than the last.

"Oh, I'm sure everything is fine. Maybe what he has to tell you is really good, you never know. And plus, this is George so stop worrying so much. You'll be back to being inseparable in no time," She assured me.

"But that's why I'm worrying, Renae! Because it is George! Oh no! What if he knows that I like him? What if Ron told him? What if I mumbled something while I was asleep?" I panicked, my eyes growing wide with horror.

"Stop, Andrella. Ron didn't tell him and you don't even talk in your sleep," She reasoned, placing her hands firmly on each shoulder. "Besides, it would probably be a good thing if he found out. How long have you been holding this in for?"

I glared at her foolishness. How could him knowing be a good thing? It would ruin everything!

"Oh, and AndI?" The smirk on her face widened.

"What?" I snapped.

"It's eleven," She laughed as I jumped up in a hurry, rushing out of the dorms.

I made my way to the room of requirement as swiftly and quiet as possible. I stood in front of the door that appeared out of no where when I turned down the hall quizzically. What would happen once I walked inside?

"I guess there is only one way to find out," I mumbled under my breathe, pushing the door wide open and then closing it once I was inside. My heart went into overdrive once I saw that smile lighting up his face, and I knew that it couldn't be all bad. Or at least I hoped that was the case.

I don't know if I could handle anymore bad news.