Thank you so much Connie! I know I seem to post a lot and then have space between my posts, but whenever the mood hits, I write, so here is another one. Hope you enjoy!!

I had walked back to the common room slowly, feeling like I was physically there but not mentally. When was my mother planning to tell me? What exactly had she seen in that vision that her and my grandmother were so frightened of? If my grandmother was still alive, would she have told me already?

"Abby, are you with us?" Hermione asked, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired," I said with a shrug. Hermione raised an eyebrow at me, clearly not believing that my being tired was the source of my mood.

"I've seen you tired. Something else is up."

"Listen, I need to go talk to Dumbledore for a minute. Talk to you later?"

Before Hermione even had a chance to respond, or Harry and Ron even knew what was going on, I was up and leaving the common room. I could hear them whispering, and a couple of Gryffindors eyeing me curiously, but I ignored them. I needed answers and Dumbledore needed to give them to me.

I passed by Peeves who tried to entice me to comment back to his snide remarks, but I ignored him. By the time I got to the statue in front of Dumbledore's office Peeves realized I wasn't in the mood and flew off. Plus we both knew he wouldn't dare try something in such close proximity to the Headmaster. Peeves was a nuisance, but he wasn't stupid.

I mumbled butter beer to the statue, unsure if that was still the password, and was lucky to find that it was. I walked up the steps and knocked impatiently on the door, uncertain as to whether or not he was busy. At this point I really didn't care. Panic was creeping through my normally calm and composed figure.

"Come in," Dumbledore responded, curious as to who it was.

I pushed open the door and somewhat slammed it behind me. Perhaps my anger should be more directed at my mother for not telling me, but Dumbledore was closer, and Dumbledore was just as guilty.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I practically yelled at him.

Dumbledore tilted his head so that he was looking at me over the top of his spectacles. "I am sorry Abby, tell you what exactly?"

"Tell me about my mother's vision of me dying at Voldemort's hands?"

The room got so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. The portraits of previous headmasters all had their eyes on me as a spoke, then shifting to Dumbledore's. Clearly they were just as surprised by my rudeness as Dumbledore was.

"Your mother asked me not to," Dumbledore replied lightly.

"Mhm. And when was my mother planning to tell me? Or did she just assume I would remember the conversation she had with my grandmother when I was two?"

Dumbledore set down the quill he had been holding in his hand and leaned back in his chair.

"Abby, naturally you can see how this would be a difficult conversation for your mother to have with you. After all no mother wants to tell her only child that she has foreseen that she is going to die, and that she has no idea how to stop it."

I hadn't even noticed that my hands were in tight fists until I started to feel the pain from my nails indenting my skin.

"I don't care if it's difficult. I deserve to know!"

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course you do. And now you know."

I stared at Dumbledore. "That's not the point. Is this why you brought me into the Order?"

"Partly, but mostly because I feel you will be an asset to our cause."

"Yeah, I'm going to be a great asset," I scoffed.

"Abby, you must know that we are doing everything in our power to make sure that the vision your mother had doesn't come true."

I shifted my weight back and forth on my feet. "How does it happen?"

"How does what happened?" Dumbledore asked, not wanting to answer my question.

"How do I die?"

Dumbledore exhaled slowly. "Harry and Voldemort are dueling, and as you try to help Harry who is losing, Voldemort hits you with the killing curse."

I stared at him. "You're lying."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "You can tell that can you?"

"Of course I can tell!" I said, coming forward and slamming my hands down on his desk. "I can read your mind! I can read everyone's mind! You know I never asked to be able to do what I can do. Did my mother never tell me about the vision because she was afraid I wouldn't be friends with Harry if she did?"

"No, your mother did not want this fact to influence your decisions. She knows how much you care for Harry, as we all do."

"So tell me the truth then! How do I die?"

Dumbledore exhaled again. "Abby you know the more you believe it, the better the chances are it will come true. It can still change."

"Professor Dumbledore I rarely ask anything of anyone. I bite my tongue and do as I am asked, but I will not stand here and let you lie to me. Either you tell me exactly what my mother saw or so help me I will leave the Order and never help you again!"

Dumbledore was stunned into silence, as were the portraits who all had raised their eyebrows.

"How dare you speak to a Headmaster this way!" one called out. I didn't look to see who it was.

"Alright Abby. Please, take a seat."

I practically slammed my body into the chair.

"You were sixth months old when your mother had the vision. It is not normal for phoenix animagis to be able to see so far into the future, but your mother is very powerful. I'm sure you could imagine this from the vision you saw between your mother and Tom."

I nodded in understanding.

"When a phoenix animagi transforms for the first time, they are presented with a choice...a ritual if you will. I don't think Professor McGonagall has gotten to this in your lessons yet as you are just beginning the process."

I shook my head. "No, she hasn't mentioned anything yet."

"Every phoenix has the ability to heal, via their tears, as you know. Phoenixes posses the gift of life. As a phoenix animagi, you have the ability to choose someone to give the gift of life to."

I stared at him. "I'm not following."

"You can choose someone to be the guardian of. If you pick someone to guardian, if they die by something other than natural causes, they are given your gift of life. The person will be brought back to life, and their guardian will take death in their place."

I was silent. "So, my mom saw me being Harry's guardian?"

Dumbledore nodded. "In your mother's vision she saw Voldemort killing Harry, but as soon as the killing curse made contact with him, rather than him dying, you died."

"So, isn't the solution for me to not agree to be Harry's guardian?"

"It would seem. But unfortunately we are not sure as to what circumstances you became Harry's guardian. All we know is that Voldemort believes you are a clutch that will save Harry from him. So, whether you decide not to be his guardian or not, Voldemort still believes you are a problem that needs to be taken care of."

I stared at Dumbledore, a rush of emotions going through my body. "But what if Harry can't defeat Voldemort without me being his guardian?"

Dumbledore leaned forward so his arms were resting on his desk. "I wish I had answers for you Abby, but I just don't know. By being a guardian, you give that person strength physically and magically. Could Harry only defeat Voldemort with the stronger magic you can give him, or can he do it without?"

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I think Harry can do it without."

I nodded. "But what if he can't?"

Dumbledore stared at me. "I don't know. But I do know that Harry must be the one to defeat Voldemort."

"And how do you know that?" I asked. "Wait...the prophecy the Order is guarding..."

Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "Professor...if I can help Harry defeat Voldemort by becoming his guardian, then I will do it! We are talking about the entire magical world changing if Voldemort beats Harry."

Dumbledore nodded again, tears in his eyes starting to form.

"Professor...?" I said, my voice getting quiet.

Dumbledore reached out and took my hand in his. He didn't have an answer, and he didn't have a solution.

It was my choice. Would I die to help Harry defeat Voldemort or would I chose life?

The silence was deafening. I had never felt so alone.