The Seer

Chapter 11

(3rd Person Point of View)

Anybody could take a single look at Cassidy Black and see she wasn't doing well. Deep dark circles underneath her eyes, and nobody saw her at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. She had visibly lost weight, and some of the girls in her dorm room had caught her magically fixing her clothes to fit her. She stopped attending the 3rd year potions classes and sporadically attended her regular classes, where she sat in the back silently, with her quill bushing across her parchment, taking notes for her. Her hands were constantly shaking, leading her to have them constantly clenching in fist so people wouldn't see, but at some point, they all saw.

Nobody knew about the night terrors Cassidy was facing on her own as she set up a silencing spell around her bed to not wake anybody up. Nobody knew about the visions of death she kept seeing around the school, walls missing people fighting, she didn't know who was fighting just that people were. She just continued to bottle it all up while attempting to pretend that everything was okay, fine, perfectly normal. While she was attending classes sporadically, her grades did go up. She turned in the work that she wasn't even present for none of the professors knew how she knew about the work, or who was telling her about it, but at least she was turning it in. Many of her Professors voiced their concern to one another, even going to her head of house and Dumbledore, knowing how well she liked and trusted those two men. Little did they know that she no longer trusted those two men. Snape had tried on main occasions to get her to stay after class or meet him later on in the day, but she never stayed, and she never showed. They tried the room of requirements a multitude of times, but every time, they came up with an empty room. They weren't aware that the room was helping her hide as a part of her requirements.

Cassidy Black was spiraling down a deep dark hole, with no one there to catch her or stop her. Her letters to Charlie stopped she never replied to his last letter sent about 3 weeks ago, Molly attempted to reach her as well only for the letter to go unopened on the table in the room of requirements. Christmas break had come and gone with no reply from the young witch. She received an owl from Charlie late February early March expressing his own concern. She was hoping that she was just stuck in her studies trying to catch up while maintaining all of her other work at the same time, but there was a pit in Molly's stomach whenever she thought about the Black girl. This spurred Molly to contact Dumbledore, demanding to know if everything was okay, it had been several months since her stint in the hospital and with no communication between Charlie and Cassidy or her and Cassidy she was becoming increasingly concerned. She didn't have to wait long for a reply to come. Molly opened it up, pacing back and forth through her sitting room with the fire crackling behind her as Arthur watched on with a grim and worried look on his own face. Soon, Molly's hand covered her mouth as she sat down.

Cassidy Black wasn't doing well, no, not at all. The young witch was fighting something terribly dark. She wouldn't talk to anyone about it, choosing to seclude herself rather than being around her peers. She wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping. At one point, she had gone to Madam Pomfrey for a sleeping potion, Dumbledore assumed to stop the dark dreams she had been having, only to never go again. He assumed it didn't work. He then went on to explain that she was a seer, and from his understanding she hasn't seen something good in a long time, that was the reason the sleeping potion didn't work, they weren't dreams but visions. He then proceeds to explain what happened up in his office that fateful morning, which has led to her spiral, causing a glare to come across her face as she read it.

"I'm going to Hogwarts," Molly exclaimed, setting the letter down as she jumped up to go pack a bag. Arthur watched her go before picking up the letter himself. The poor girl was all alone with no one to lean on.

"I'll be back, Arthur," Molly went to explain, but Arthur held up the letter.

"I understand, Molly dear," he told her, "Be safe,"