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...
After our encounter with Hagrid and the revelation about the dragons, I found it hard to focus on anything else. That night, as I lay in bed, my thoughts raced. The image of the dragons, their immense size and power, was imprinted on my mind. Despite my attempts to calm myself, sleep came fitfully. I didn't drink the dreamless potion, because of it a vision came at night. When I finally did sleep, it was restless.
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I found myself standing in a vast arena, the roar of the crowd deafening. My vision swam and then focused on Harry, standing alone in the center. His expression was steely, determined, as he faced the Hungarian Horntail, its eyes gleaming with deadly intent. The dragon roared, flames erupting from its maw, and I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest.
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Bloody useless vision, I already knew the next task was dragons. It could at least have shown a bit more. Maybe how Harry could defeat it. But of course, I only see tragedies and danger. The only useful piece of information was that he was going to face the Hungarian Horntail, which was an incredible bad luck, off all the options he had to fight the nastier one.
Good thing that it was weekend. I was not in the right state of mind to have more classes. I sat at breakfast, mechanically eating my toast, my mind still replaying the vision from the night before. The Great Hall buzzed with chatter, but I was lost in my thoughts until I noticed Harry approaching with a determined look on his face.
"Draco, I have an idea," his voice low and serious.
I nodded, setting down my cup of tea. "What is it, Potter?"
"Harry," he corrected annoyed.
"Alright, Harry," I mumbled.
He took a seat across from me, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Moody gave me an idea for the task. I'm going to use the Summoning Charm to bring my broomstick to me. Hermione's going to help me practice."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the simplicity yet brilliance of the plan. "That could work," I admitted, nodding thoughtfully.
As if on cue, my friends Theo, Blaise, and Pansy joined us, their curiosity piqued by our hushed conversation.
