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I continued down the hallway as quickly I could until Snape's thoughts were no longer in my head. I knew that Ron, Harry, and Hermione were following me, exchanging nervous glances with one another.

"Is everything alright Abby?" Ron asked as we headed up the stairs towards our Transfiguration class.

"Yeah, everything is fine," I said with the biggest smile I could muster.

I remembered the day clearly when I got my first real vision of the future. Up until that point in time I had had small visions, like seeing that it was going to rain, or what test score I was going to get on an exam. I had been helping my mother wash dishes when I got my first vision of Dumbledore falling down from a high tower. I had been in such a state of shock from what I had seen that I dropped the dish I was drying. My mother and father kept asking me for weeks after the incident what had happened.

My mom told me that my eyes had glazed over for a while and that my whole body was rigid. I often wondered after that if that's what always happened to me when I got my visions. From then on whenever I felt them coming I made sure to go to the bathroom or look away from the people around me.

"What did Snape want?" asked Harry, evening his steps to mine so that he was right next to me.

"He was just wondering if I had ever made that potion before. No big deal," I said, taking my seat in between Harry and Hermione.

"Guess I'm not surprised. Snape is never willing to give someone credit for just being good at something," said Ron with an eye roll.

Professor Flitwick walked into the classroom and took a seat behind his desk. He flicked his wand and a large piece of parchment paper floated neatly onto the desk. Snape had almost made us late to class, and try as I might, I wasn't sure I was able to keep the frustration off of my face. It was not easy looking into the eyes of the man you knew was going to kill one of your beloved mentors. If it would have changed the future in anyway, I would have told Dumbledore, or even Snape what was going to happen. But no matter how many times I ran through different courses of action to take in my head, nothing I did made the outcome any different. Dumbledore was going to die by Snape's wand and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Welcome to Charms class," said Professor Flitwick. "For today I would like to just do a quick review of some basic charms spells that I feel will be useful to you throughout your lessons this year."

Harry leaned over so that he could easily whisper to me without Flitwick knowing.

"Would you mind meeting me later tonight?" whispered Harry.

I felt my heart rate start to pick up, but then slow down when I realized all he wanted was to get me alone so he could pester me about my meeting with Dumbledore. My first instinct was to say no, but Dumbledore wanted me inside his head, and what better way to do that than the be one on one with Harry.

"Yeah, sure," I said with a small smile.

"Meet me down in the common room after everyone has gone to bed. I'll bring my invisibility cloak so we can go and talk somewhere private."

"Alright," I said, taking out my wand as I saw Professor Flitwick taking out his own.

"I'm not very good at this one," I heard in that familiar scottish accent.

I turned to see that Cho Chang had positioned herself in the set of seat directly across from us. I could feel Harry's spirits lifting and his mind trailing from our conversation. I tried to not let the disappointment and repulsion show as he turned himself to talk to her.

"It will pass," Hermione whispered in my ear. She had pulled the cup on the desk in front of us closer to her and began moving her wand in a bunch of complicated motions. I started to do the same, my mind letting itself slip into the motion of the charms I was supposed to be saying.

I listened to Harry's deep laugh and wondered why it was that she could have that affect on him, but I couldn't?