Gifted

Now

I laughed as my hair blew behind me on my broom. I felt as if nothing  could define me. Especially not Voldemorts DeathEaters. My mother was still on the run. She had me in Hogwarts, put under a name Voldemort would never look for. Olivia Summers. She let me keep my first name, but changed the last from Doyle, to Summers. I think it suited me more than 'Doyle' ever did. My best friend, Harry Potter was laughing at me, as I tipped upside down. I gripped the broom, and dropped, landing on my feet, like countless other times.  My other friends, Hermione, Ron and Cedric were watching us.  Ginny, my other friend, and Ron's little sister, was inside, doing Godric knows what.

Harry landed on the old broom The Weasleys had.
Sure, they weren't the richest family, but they loved their kids more than anything, and supported and accepted them for who they were.

Who could ask for a better parent than that?
Mr. And Mrs. Weasley treated us all like their own.

They didn't know what I was. "I still can't believe what happened last year!" Hermione exclaimed, once we got over there. Last year, a werewolf had been our Defense Against The Dark Arts, or, as we prefer, DADA, teacher. And Sirius Black had been captured. But, then he'd escaped. With the help of Harry, Hermione and Me, Liv.

Liv is my nickname. Cedric grinned, and nodded. At the beginning of term last year, they hadn't really trusted him. But he's proved he's more than worth of being our friend.

Hermione gave me a knowing look when Cedric wasn't looking, and wiggled her eyebrows at me.   I groaned in response, and glared at her. Harry sent us a confused look.

Hermione has it set in her mind that  I liked Cedric. Which I did, but, she made it so obvious.  "Yeah," Ron agreed. His leg had healed pretty much all the way, but he still had some times that it wouldn't move. Mrs. Weasley was brewing that potion right now, actually.

"I still think that Dumbledore shouldn't have let him become the DADA teacher, with a secret that huge." I suddenly felt sick. If they couldn't accept Remus for being a werewolf, did that mean they couldn't accept me for being able to raise the dead, and being a seer?

I wish I didn't have to keep that secret. Only Dumbledore knew at the school. Oh, and me. "So?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "He was afraid people wouldn't accept him for who he was. So he hid it. It's not that big a deal." Ron's eyes snapped to my face.

"Not that big a deal?" He gasped. "He was a werewolf, from crying out loud!" I rolled my eyes at him, and sat down in the grass, picking a few strands.

"So? He kept a secret. It's not the end of the world, Ron. It's just a secret." Ron tried to get up, but Harry ushered him down.

"He could of killed me!" Ron argued. I blew air threw my cheeks noisily. I looked at the ground.

"But he didn't. He didn't, Ron. It's not his fault. No one is supposed to be in The Forbidden Forest, anyways." Ron's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"So you're saying this is my fault?" He hissed. I shook my head.

"No!" I protested. "What I'm saying is that it was nobody's fault. It was an accident." Ron glared at me, along with Hermione.

"What would you know about secrets, anyways. Huh, Olivia?" I froze. Did he know?

"Liv!" Ginny called through a window. "Come inside!" Ron groaned. Ginny knew. I had raised her from the dead last year. It just wasn't her time to die.

When I got inside, Ginny pulled me into her room. "I think Hermione's onto something, Gin," I said.  "Nobody else can know, it's too dangerous." Ginny nodded, and I sat on the bed.

"I see something happening. Something bad. It involves someone I love dying. But I can't figure it out!" Ginny knew I had spent so many nights thinking about my visions, and trying to figure them out.

"Why can't I be normal?" I asked Ginny. She shrugged, and smiled at me.

"Ginny! Liv! Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called. Ginny gestured for us to go down. I nodded, and closed my eyes for a second. I got up, and went downstairs, and sat beside Ginny.

We were half-way  through dinner when I had a vision.

Harry was pinned against a statue, by a short, rat-like man. He cut Harry's hand, and took some of his blood, and put it into a bubbling cauldron.

Harry was clutching his head in pain, when I saw Him. Cedric was lying on the floor, dead.

Then, I saw Voldemort.