Prophetic {Fred G. Weasley}

{ p r o l o g u e }

Her life had always been normal. Well, as normal as it could get for people of magical descent, people who had magic in their blood and could make things happen just with a swish of their wand.

However, the day after she turned seven, things started to change, drastically.

The sky was a beautiful blue, and the trees beside were swaying slightly in the wind. It was a beautiful day, but something was causing her to have butterflies in her stomach, for no reason at all. She was so confused. There was no homework that she hadn't done, nothing to be scolded for, she didn't steal a cookie that day, but she was still very nervous.

Her vision became fixated on a bus driving on the road. Funnily enough, the road looked exactly like Oxford Road.

The thing was, she didn't know where she was, she couldn't see where she was. She felt very light, like she was floating in the air.

Maybe she was a bird, she thought, smiling slightly as the seven year old her toyed with the idea. How free it would be to be a bird! She imagined herself flying, becoming distracted.

Then, an ear-splitting screech stopped her in her tracks.

She focused again, but now, all she could see was that a portion of the road had collapsed into itself, causing a massive truck to swerve and crash into, no, punch through the bus that looked tiny in comparison. Her heart started beating faster, and she froze. Most of the victims were still trapped in the totalled bus, yet one or two fell out of the shattered window. Glass shards lined the entire road, and in the sunlight, they would have looked like diamonds except for the fact that blood of the victims tainted them. She could hear the screams of terror and pain, too.

It was like a horror show that she accidentally saw once, her mature mind told her. Her older cousin Ben, who was twelve then, had switched the TV channel to that of a creepy horror movie, conveniently forgetting that three young children below the age of six was beside him. She would never forget the scene. Somehow, there was so much blood and screaming, just like in the movie. Yet, similarly, she found that she couldn't pull herself away, her gaze was still fixated on the accident in front of her.

Tears began running down her cheeks. She wanted her mom, she wanted to run away and completely forget this horrifying image. She opened her mouth to scream, yet no sound came out.

Somehow, things became worse. So, so, so much worse. Somehow, she found herself getting closer and closer to the accident scene, and what she saw made her let loose an ear-shattering scream.

There her beloved mother lay, on the floor, blood trickling out of her skull. She wasn't moving.

"Mummy! Mummy, please wake up!" She cried out hysterically.

She reached out to touch her mother, and leaped back in shock as she was cold.

"Mummy! Mummy! Wake up, it's Jesslie!" She yelled, she screamed, she beat her mother with her tiny fists, but still, to no avail.

"Jess! Jesslie! Wake up, baby, it's just a bad dream. Mummy's here now, there's nothing for you to be scared of," she was pulled from that scene with her mother's soothing voice.

She opened her eyes, and they focused on her mother hugging her, while her father was sitting at the foot of her bed.

"Mummy? You're not dead?" She said softly, in between hiccups and tears that were still flowing down her cheeks.

"Silly girl, mummy's not going anywhere. It was just a bad dream, honey, nothing for you to be worried about." Her mother rocked her back and forth gently in their embrace, trying to soothe her and wash away all her fears.