Draco Malfoy starts to have visions about the future, a family ability that no one had for decades. These visions were all centered on tragic outcomes, mainly dangerous scenarios that involved people's lives. His ability made him see his own future...
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The first day of school dawned too early for my liking. I had slept poorly again, another nightmare about death eaters tormenting me and everyone I love. The nightmare replayed in my head as I sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, nursing a big cup of coffee. The strong, bitter taste was the only thing keeping me awake.
Pansy glanced at me; her brow furrowed. "You look terrible, Draco."
I mumbled into my cup, "Didn't sleep well."
I tried my best to conceal the growing bags under my eyes, but I knew I had to start sleeping better. The exhaustion was starting to take its toll. I wondered about going to my uncle for some sleeping potions. I had a class with him at the end of the day, and I thought about asking him then. I made a mental note to talk to my uncle about the sleeping potions during our class later. For now, I had to make it through Charms without falling asleep at my desk.
Throughout breakfast, I remained mostly silent, my friends chatting animatedly about the classes we were going to have. I half-listened, my mind still foggy from lack of sleep and the lingering dread of my nightmare.
I could feel eyes on us the entire meal. The Slytherin were giving us mostly discreet looks of curiosity, only a few were disdainful. I expected more negative looks, because of the whole pure-blood ideal strongly defended by our house. More than that, I was expecting more people to bother me, not only Grabbe and Goyle. Maybe it was too soon to affirm anything, but I hoped it would stay like this.
After breakfast, we headed to our first class. The classroom buzzed with energy as students from Slytherin and Gryffindor took their seats. I decided to take a chance and sat next to Potter. He didn't seem surprised, probably because we had been getting along better lately. But the Gryffindor house took notice, and I could feel their eyes on us.
As Professor Flitwick began the lesson, I couldn't help but steal glances at Potter. He seemed distracted, as he usually looked in almost every class besides DADA and potions. The first most likely because he likes the class, the later probably because of my godfather attitude towards him.
As the minutes passed, my eyelids felt heavier. Professor Flitwick's voice, usually lively and engaging, became a distant hum. Before I knew it, I had succumbed to the exhaustion and drifted into an unintended nap.
