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Harry's vision

The classrooms had been redecorated into giant examination rooms, in which it was sweltering hot. Medea sat, as one of the many students, at her individual desk, trying to concentrate on her exams. They were tested in Transfigurations right now and Professor McGonagall as well as a few others stood at the front and occupied them.

Medea's head pounded steadily, it had for at least three weeks now. But the pounding was fine, those shots of pain were way worse. She still feared it would happen during an exam. Not just would she fail the subject, everybody else would see her cry in pain.

So right now, she was shifting in her seat, her mind not completely busy with the questions, but also when the pain would come again. Millicent next to her sent her another angry look and Medea felt a bit sorry for distracting all the others with her lack of concentration.

Eventually, Transfiguration was another subject she went through without major disturbance and rather successful. The week had been a horror so far, with them being under exam stress constantly. She had messed up her Astronomy theory completely because she had mixed up Astronomy and Ancient Runes. About fifteen minutes before the end, she finally remembered most of her lessons and tried to handle it, but she queried whether it had helped.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts written paper as well as the practical part went well, mainly due to her in-depth study of those at Durmstrang. The practical part included the correct use of a Severing Charm, which brought the Hufflepuff next to her in trouble. Her excitement caused the girl to carelessly swipe her wand around. If her spell had been stronger, her examiner would have lost a leg. Medea meanwhile had no problem with that charm, having secretly used it at Durmstrang.

"The time starts now! I wish you all best success," Professor Flitwick squeaked and made the big hourglass turn to start the timer. Charms was Medea's last examination and her mind was barely able to keep her thoughts away from how she would celebrate the end.

After three hours, the last grain of sand fell into the lower part of the sand timer and the weeks of suffering were over. The students cheered and laughed and hugged each other, Medea being the only one to leave right away. She went to the Great Lake and waited for the Gryffindors to finish History of Magic.

"Medea! Medea, come, Harry's in trouble," Hermione suddenly yelled from the castle, causing the blonde girl to leap to her feet.

"What happened? Didn't you just have Binns?"

"Yeah, but Harry had a dream –or a vision or anything- he had a breakdown. He thinks he saw Sirius being tortured by You-Know-Who and now he wants to break into the Ministry. But...I think it might be a trap, you know, HIM using their mental connection to get Harry where he wants him. That's why Dumbledore wanted him to learn Occlumency, after all."

Hermione's urgent voice and her pale face scared Medea a bit, Harry had not yet had a vision in front of her, but it appeared to happen quite often. That the boy had had such a sweven, making it obvious that danger was close to everyone with You-Know-Who out there, frightened her.

The bookworm had already turned, running up to the castle. Medea followed her slightly slower. They passed by many celebrating students, singing, laughing, burning their notes. All in all just completely easy in their minds.

"Hey, Medea! We're doing a little party, do you want to come?" Dean grabbed her arm, smiling at her.

"Um, I'm sorry, but – I can't," she said, glancing for Hermione who now stood with Harry and Ron. Dean's smile faded slightly, and he let go of her.

"Of course. "

Hermione beckoned from the far end of the corridor, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Medea hurried over, pushing past the students roaming the place.