Unwritten Destiny | Drarry

Prologue

The Black family had an old story about a powerful descendant who could see the future, something they hoped someone along the family tree would inherit – making it even more important to keep the blood pure. I used to hear the story from my mother, about an astonishing witch who could see the future, one of the rarest seers in the magical world: Polaris Black. However, she was haunted by her visions, tragic futures that she couldn't always prevent. Those visions were not always precise; she would see pieces of a puzzle that needed solving. Of course, the future was ever-changing, but she soon realized that some visions were set in stone. By the time she had them, it was impossible to change the outcome. Because the future depends on people's decisions, what we choose affects us and also the others around us. There were too many variables, too many people who could change the future for better or worse. Consequently, changing the future could be tricky.

I think my mother told this story to teach me about the consequences of everyone's decisions. I loved my mother's stories; she had a way of telling them that was enthralling. Sometimes they were invented, other times they were from books she read, and on some occasions, she would tell real ones. Each one was unique in its own way. But now, I was older, thirteen years old, and it was too embarrassing to keep hearing bedtime stories at this age. At least that's what I used to think before I started being haunted by images of the future just like the lady from the story.

At first, it came in dreams. The first was a potion gone wrong with Crabbe; he blew up the cauldron, burning himself badly in the process. Crabbe was so stupid that it wasn't a surprise he made the mistake. So, I didn't think much of it, just that maybe even in my dreams I knew about his stupidity. After that, I bumped into Potter. That's when I had a vision about him falling from his broom at a Quidditch game. That one gave me a hell of a scare. It wasn't a dream, so it was way more frightening having a strange vision in the middle of the day about my enemy's demise.

Maybe that was a bit dramatic. I didn't actually consider him an enemy; his existence just annoyed the hell out of me. I didn't know why I was so annoyed by every little thing he did. But it all started with the whole incident in the first year. I always heard about the famous boy who survived; my mother would tell a bunch of stories about how he changed the wizarding world. I wanted to be friends with such a person. And since my father always told me that I should have friends in the right places, I thought he wouldn't be against it, that it would be a good idea to befriend him. But it went terribly wrong. I was ashamed of it and, for sure, angry at him for denying my friendship.

But when Potter fell from his broom, I tried to brush it off as a coincidence, which was extremely difficult because I was not stupid. I knew that things like that usually meant something in the Wizarding World. I certainly saw the similarity in my predicament and the lady from my mother's story but didn't want to believe it.

I couldn't ignore it anymore after the vision of a hippogriff attacking me. It made me hyper-alert and anxious. I was twitching the whole class, expecting an announcement from Hagrid about a hippogriff. But the beginning of the class went surprisingly smoothly. The animal seemed docile; the damn creature even let Potter fly on it. Something that made me annoyed was seeing him bravely fly it. I was jealous of him, but mostly incredibly embarrassed about being afraid. So I acted stupid, like I usually do when I feel annoyed. Consequently, the animal attacked me – proving my vision was right.

I told my mother right away, as soon as both my parents came to visit me in the infirmary. She seemed shocked and told me it was best to rest, and we could talk later. So, we talked through letters. She told me what she knew: that the future could be about me or people around me; that they could come in dreams or visions; that they weren't precise; and that there were things I wouldn't be able to prevent. All stuff that I mostly knew, so it wasn't of much help.

After that, I started a dream journal to write down everything that could be a piece of the future. It was of great help since these dreams helped my friends a lot. I was able to prevent Blaise from getting hurt during Quidditch, Theo from being badly hexed by a jealous ex-girlfriend, and Pansy from getting detention after being caught trying to hex her cheating ex-boyfriend. So, that's how I understood that I was only able to see tragic futures, usually involving people getting hurt.

So, I decided to avoid Potter at all costs. That's why I stopped teasing and tormenting him. It was easy to rile him up and it was quite funny. But terrible things tended to happen around him, and I didn't want to watch it. He wasn't my friend, so I didn't see why I should help him. But avoiding bad visions wasn't easy, and soon enough, a terrible one came, unfortunately, about myself.