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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This is the new character you will be meeting in this chapter, she seems lovely right?
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A few days had passed since my meeting with Severus, and I'd been sleeping better. The potions had done their job, and I wasn't as tired during classes. It was Thursday morning, and I was at breakfast when two owls swooped down, dropping letters in front of me. One was from my aunt and uncle, and the other from Dumbledore.
I opened the letter from my aunt and uncle first. They urged me to tell Dumbledore about my vision, mentioning they had already sent him a letter and that he would get in touch with me soon. My heart pounded as I unfolded the second letter. It was from Dumbledore, asking me to meet him in his office after classes and providing the password to get there.
I slipped the letters into my bag and tried to focus on breakfast, though my mind was racing. I had double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor first thing, and I felt a strange mix of eagerness and embarrassment at the thought of seeing Potter.
As soon as I arrived at the classroom door with my friends, Potter waved and pointed to a seat next to him. I tried to ignore the curious stares and whispers as I walked over and sat down.
"How's the new teacher?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.
Potter hesitated. "I've learned more in one class with him than I have before, but his teaching methods are... different."
"What do you mean?" I pressed, genuinely curious.
Before Potter could answer, Granger, sitting behind us, chimed in. "He demonstrated all the Unforgivable Curses."
A chill ran down my spine. "What?"
I was glad I wasn't in that class. I hoped he wouldn't do it again. I seriously believe this could be a trigger for me, making me anxious and sending be back to my memories of my future as death-eater.
She nodded, her expression serious. "He made Neville watch."
I felt my face pale. I knew about Neville's parents, though I wasn't supposed to. My mother had always refused to tell me why Aunt Bellatrix was in Azkaban, only saying she did terrible things. But I'd found an old newspaper once, detailing how she and other Death Eaters had tortured the Longbottoms into insanity. The thought of Neville having to watch those curses demonstrated made me feel sick.
I glanced at Potter, who seemed curious about my discomfort. He gave me a small, sympathetic nod. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as the lesson began.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a peculiar experience. As the students settled into their seats, Moody limped into the classroom, his wooden leg thumping against the floor with each step. His appearance was intimidating, to say the least. The scars that marred his face and the electric-blue magical eye that whizzed around independently of his other eye were enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
