I'm not a coward, just shy (Hogwarts fanfic)

Ch 20- static

The air was cold and sucked at the heat from my body. I was in a graveyard, the grave stone moss covered and weathered. Names lost over time. A cauldron, large enough for a man to sit in comfortable stood in the middle, in a sort of clearing that might have been a walk way once. I felt myself being pulled towards the caldron. I left myself being pulled, my feet stepping on the water grass. I was at the lip of the caldron now. It reached my shoulders and was made of cold unforgiving metal. Cautiously, I reached out a hand and put my hand on the lip of the caldron and taking one more breath, I looked over into the blackness.

There was nothing there at first and then something pulsing and red shocked my very soul. Eyes. Red Eyes, that had haunted me since my first year. The source of countless nightmare and a feeling of dread so strong that I might be physically sick. I wanted to look away, rip my eyes from the caldron and run but I was frozen to the spot. Two words ripped though the caldron and my world melted into green light.

I jolted awake so violently, it was like an electric shock had gone though my body. I was cold, freezing in fact, yet I was sweating profusely. I gasped for air like a dying man, even though my throat was raw and I tasted copper. I touched my finger to my nose and it came away wet. I ripped the covers off me and made my way quickly to the bathroom were I grabbed a large wad of toilet paper and stuffed it to my nose. I next went back to my bed and got my glasses and my wand.
"Taylor, are you alright" it was Harry who I had woken up, who was also putting on his glasses.
"Fine" my voice failed me, giving into the fear I was trying to hold back. "Bad dream" I said trying to be convincing.
"Your nose is bleeding" he said whispering so not to wake anyone else up, even though it was unnecessary considering, dean, Neville, Ron and Semus were all heavy sleepers. He seemed to think.
"Was it a vision?" He asked so quietly it was hard to hear him. I nodded after a minute, scared that if I opened my mouth I wouldn't be able to hold back the tears. Luckily he was able to see this in the twilight. "We should go to McGonagall" he said and I realised I was shaking. He took me by the arm and started to guide me down the stairs and I was thankful for the support.

I knew in that moment, I had to tell he, say something.
"He is going to come back, Harry. Not like before, he is coming back" my voice was barely audible but still Harry froze.
"What do you mean, Taylor, who is coming back" he knew the answer, however he didn't want to say it or think it.
"Voldemort is going to raise again and his rebirth will be rejoiced in blood" the voice the came out of my mouth wasn't my own, it was a mixture of my voice and the voice no one heard. The voices of the static the linked me with the future. It was like the words had been sucked from me. No it was like I had been sucked from my body and something replaced it. Then I was pulled back it like an elastic ban that had been let go. I stumbled, catching myself on one of the arm chairs in the common room. I felt faint.
"Harry go get McGonagall" I gasped at a wave of piecing pain. I didn't know long he was gone but he was soon back with professor McGonagall.
"He had a vision..." He was explaining to her. My body was pulled straight and the same voice was pulled from me.
"He is coming as the bringer of death and destruction. Do not trust the one with two faces. While one lives the other will never and the final battle of many will come as fight between a lion and a snake but the victory will be stain in red" the became higher and more panicked and then it was like all the energy in my body left me.

I was aware as my body dropped like a sag of potatoes, I was in so much pain and then... I was in the hospital wing. My body pickled like I was occasionally being stabbed with hot needles. I struggled to form thoughts so I started at the beginning. Closing my eyes, I thought to myself.

I am Taylor Fleet Black
I was born on the 2nd of December
I am a 4th year in Gryffindor
I can see the future
I am not mad... Yet
My nose itches....

I opened my eyes and even without my glasses I could see a mass of grey fur. I scratched Stormy between her ear and she pushed herself into my palm purring with content.
"She wouldn't be quiet, Semus was threatening to throw her out the window" i heard Harry speak and by the mad of ginger beside him, Ron was there two.
"Hey... How long was I out" I asked unsure whether I wanted the answer.
"13 hours or so, it's just 2pm now" Ron passed me my glasses.
"Sorry Harry, you probably didn't get much sleep" I apologised, it just seemed like the right thing.
"No it's fine, but it was scary, it was like you were processed and your voice, it wasn't you" Harry trailed off.
"I can't believe I slept though it" Ron groaned.
"That was the voice of static, it's to blur out because it's more like little whispers and noises but it has never been so loud before." I said laying my arm over my eyes. "Strange, months  with only static and the day before the finale task, it all kicks off. This isn't go to end will, is it......".