𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

"ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ." ― ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ʜᴜʙʙᴀʀᴅ

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*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

The dreams are getting more vivid.

The nightmares are getting more bloody.

The visions are getting more unsettling.

Why should I be the one that decides when something is important enough to tell someone? Why am I the only one living in constant fear that I am going to mix up predictions and figments of my imagination?

My journals are overflowing with entries, I've documented every image my brain formulates; awake or asleep.

On the day of the Hogsmeade trip, my mother visited me again. I struggled to fall asleep with the anticipation of the meet with Sirius looming over me, but when I closed my eyes and finally drifted off, I was brought to the same dimly lit woods I was in when I first saw her.

Between flashes of green and paralysing sounds of familiar screams, she spoke to me.

From the beginning she has been nothing but cryptic when she contacts me, this time it was clearer. I was starting to think she was just a formation of my own subconscious, someone I created to soothe the chaos that awaited me. She told me that I needed to let is out. That living with the Knowing awakened at such a young age was too much for me to bare alone.

She once told me to stop drowning out the premonitions with sleeping drought, now she wants me to, not only accept it, but outwardly explain it to someone.

This is where the doubts of her legitimacy began. I had deep, distant, thoughts about the same things.

So, that morning I made the executive decision to finally talk to Dumbledore.

If there is a chance of danger at the end of this tournament, surly he would do something about it. Before any of the others were awake, before I set off to see my father, I headed for the headmasters office.

I planned on going straight from his office to the Gryffindor common room so I had to dress accordingly for both occasions. Dumbledore was likely going to be confused as to why I was wearing a thick sweater and corduroy pants when the castle is always perfectly heated.

By the time I reached the Phoenix entrance it hit me that they definitely changed the password since I was last here.

However I only stood there for half a second before the giant bird statue started to twist and shift until a long staircase was revealed.

Dumbledore now stood a foot in front of me, his hands perfectly folded behind his back. His rosy cheeks fattened as he smiled down at me. "Ara Black. Or would you prefer Hayes?"

"Black is fine," I told him.

I knew better than to question how he knew I was here, like I have been saying: he knows everything.

"Very well, tea?" He stepped aside and extended his arm, allowing me to pass by him and climb up to his office.

"No thank you mate- sir."

He let out a soft airy chuckle and stepped to his desk, his long robe trailing behind him. "What is it that I can do for you Ara? I presume you found use for that key?"