Stuck in the Middle

Chapter 8

During the summer I had nightmares off and on about the night of the last trial. The vision I saw, was being tortured, and almost killed. The first time it happened was not soon after I moved in with the Weasley's. They all rushed to my bedroom to make sure I was okay, only to see it was a nightmare. After that, the Twins took it upon themselves to watch after me when I had another episode. The Twins weren't getting much sleep sometimes so I put a silencing charm on my bedroom so I wouldn't disturb anyone. I constantly had dark bags under my eyes. I tried my best to stay away most nights so I wouldn't be plagued with nightmares. But I could only stay awake for so long. Everyone could see it on my face but I pretended it didn't affect me. Every so often I would have painful tremors, but they didn't happen as frequently. I did my best to make sure I was in my bedroom when they happened.

One day after dinner the Twins and I were messing around in the living room while Molly was in the kitchen cleaning up. We were laughing and I suddenly stopped and went quiet for a moment before my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

'The boy will be in danger, leading the ministry to enforce rules upon Hogwarts and its students. During this time the boy will be vulnerable to the Dark Lord. The boy must be protected at all costs or Hogwarts and the Wizarding World will perish. The one in pink will bring great pain upon Hogwarts. Do not trust the one in pink for they are dark and will inflict pain for their benefit. The Order must be ready for when the Dark Lord returns for the boy."

As soon as the words left my mouth I passed out.

I woke up about half an hour later with a cold damp cloth over my head. My head was killing me. I was lying on the couch. I slowly sat up. Molly was next to me with a worried look on her face, and Arthur with a similar expression in the armchair. I didn't see the boys anywhere in sight. I don't think I told them about what happened before the last trial at school, I don't even know if the boys said anything to them.

"Im sorry about that. I didn't mean to worry you guys," I said feeling guilty.

"You didn't tell us you were a prophet," Molly said holding my clammy hand.

"I would call myself that exactly."

"Thats exactly what you are," Arthur responded. "When did these start?" he asked with a look of awe on his face.

The blood drained from my face. How could I tell them my mother almost killed me at school? "Um," I started before getting the courage to tell them. "It was after my mother beat me and I almost died because of it," I said quietly. I watched as the blood drained from their faces. "It only happened one other time. It was just before Harry's last trial. And before the trial finished I had a vision, I guess, of what happened to him in the graveyard. I watched it all happen like I was there." Arthur looked both deeply disturbed and in awe, whereas Molly was concerned for my well-being. "What is The Order?" I asked suddenly.

"The Order? How do you know about The Order?" Molly asked accusatory.

"It was the last thing I said before I passed out. I usually don't remember what I say when I say it at that moment until after I wake up. It gets repeated quietly every so often in the back of my mind until it happens. Just before it's fulfilled it gets louder and more repetitive. That's what happened last time. But before this started happening, I was getting a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen, and it did."

Arthur and Molly looked at each other for a moment before Molly bowed her head for a moment.

"The Order is a secret society created by Dumbledore during the wake of the First Wizarding War. We protect the wizarding and muggle worlds from The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters," Arthur told me. I blinked at him. "It was disbanded after The Dark Lord died from the killing curse rebounding off of Harry. But after the events of last year during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, it was reformed."