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I hurried down the staircase after Harry who was walking so fast I practically had to sprint to stay alongside him. His eyes were full of furry and I could hear the swarm of angry thoughts bouncing around through his head. It infuriated him that people were so quick to throw aside his story and believe that Cedric's death was an accident. He was angry that even most of his friends didn't really believe him and that they couldn't really understand what all of this meant.

"Harry, slow down a minute. Professor McGonagall's office isn't going anywhere."

At the sound of my voice he shortened his step a couple of paces and turned to look at me. I could tell he was having mixed feelings about me even being with him let alone talking to me. He wanted to be alone and I had to admit that stung just a bit.

"Doesn't it make you angry?" Harry yelled, coming to a complete stop.

I thought for a couple of seconds before I spoke to him. "Sure it does. It's hard when you know the truth and people are so quick to ignore it or brush it off as the words of some crazy person. Harry I can't even begin to tell you the looks my parents gave me when I told them about the dreams I had of my grandmother dying. They told me I was silly and had to stop worrying about things. It made me want to pull my hair out that none of them were willing to take me seriously because I was only five years old, and was barely even beginning to understand what magic was."

Harry seemed to be calming down a bit as he listened to me talk. "What happened to her?"

"She died," I said gravely. "I woke up the morning I had seen it would happen to find my mom crying in the kitchen and my dad rubbing her back. He looked at me strangely and told me that my grandmother had been found dead in her living room, killed by the killing curse."

Harry's anger was instantly relieved and he put his hand gently on my shoulder. "I am so sorry Abby."

"It's okay. Maybe it was fate's way of saying it was her time to go. They ended up catching the witch who had done it. She and my grandmother had had a long hatred of one another and she always told me her death would probably be caused by her. She's in Azkaban still so far as I know."

"What did your parents do?"

"Oh, they apologized to me countless of times. Told me they were going to listen to me when I told them about my dreams and such. My mom still to do this day feels awful about not believing me. I think I could tell her a fact she knew to be false and she would still believe me."

Harry nodded. He had removed his hand from my shoulder and was now starring at the ground longingly, wishing he could just sink into it and disappear forever. In my own way I wished I could go with him.

"Harry, if there's anything I have learned from my ability it's that people usually don't want to look beyond the surface."

"What do you mean?" he asked, returning his gaze to me.

"I mean you might be surprised at how many people here believe you. It's not a matter of believing you and not believing you Harry, it's a matter of them being willing or not willing to admit the truth to themselves. People like familiar and normal, and a world with Voldemort is far from that. They are scared Harry. I can feel it in every single person I walk past...even the teachers."

"The teachers?" Harry asked me in surprise.

"Even them. I can't tell you to not stand up for yourself when people challenge what you tell them Harry, but I can give my opinion if you want it."

Harry nodded for me to continue. "Voldemort is going to make his presence known Harry, you can be sure of it. It's going to be a question of when and where. For most people, they aren't going to believe it until they see it, which is the case for most things that are out of the ordinary. My advice is lean on the people who do believe you, take strength from them, and know that one day those people will see that you are telling the truth."

Harry was silent for a couple of moments as he stared at me. I knew I had touched him and I could tell he knew my advice was worth following. I tried not to smile in pride of myself since the last thing I wanted was for Harry to be paranoid I was in his head all the time...even if I was.

"Thank you Abby," he finally said after a couple of minutes.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a gentle smile. "You better get going to Professor McGonagall's," I said with a chuckle. "I am sure Umbridge has sent at least three owls by now."

"Yeah," Harry said, returning my laugh. "I guess I should work on keeping my temper under control."

"As should I," I said, wincing at the thought of what Umbridge was going to do in response to me walking out on her.

"Hey Abby, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How do you do it? I mean how to handle knowing what everyone's thinking and feeling all the time?"

"It's hard, but I remember that they're just people like me, even if their thoughts tell me things about them that I don't want to know. Sometimes I think it's a curse, but if I can use what I know to help people, then it makes it worth the struggle, you know?"

He nodded thoughtfully. "I don't need to know if you read my thoughts or not, but it's nice to know that I have one person who can truly understand what I'm going through."

I smiled gently and headed down the corridor, wanting to be alone in the Gryffindor common room to think and process everything that had happened.

It's okay if you listen I heard swim through my head clear as day. I knew it was Harry, and I knew he was testing to see if I was in his head as much as he suspected I was. I just kept walking though, and I never looked back. Once I knew I was out of sight I let out a deep sigh. Harry was back to thinking there was something going on between Dumbledore and me, and he was determined to figure out what.