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Unpredictable by yerawizard27
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A/N: Hi! So this idea has been banging around in my head for quite a while now, and I decided the only way to get it out would be to write it all down. Please let me know if you like it!



Beautiful chapter image by ivashkov @ tda!




One of the first things you should know about me is that I'm a Seer.

And not the creepy Trelawney "Ooh let me delve into my third eye and crystal ball to predict the complex happenings of our universe *waves arms about in a mystical fashion* kind of seer.


I am just your average teenage witch from Ireland who just so happens to see the future.


...Ok, maybe when you say it like that, it doesn't sound so average.


Even though being a seer is probably the most (or only) note-worthy thing about me, nobody knows except for my Gran and my best friend, Dominique Weasley. I know, I know, why do I even bother keeping my 'gift' a secret? And the answer is fairly simple. I don't really fancy myself being a fortune-teller to the students of Hogwarts.


Being a seer is not all it's cracked up to be, let me tell you. Ever since I was a toddler I would have these... feelings. Not visions, as such, but I could get a sense from a person about their mood, or if something was going to happen to them. As I grew, my powers developed. By the time was seven years old, I would see flashes of images in my mind. A pencil, someone tucking hair behind their ear, a pair of hands, an earring.


I never thought these images where glimpses of the future. Frankly, I brushed them off. I didn't really bother investigating my mind.


After my Mam and Dad died in a muggle car crash when I was eight years old, I got my first vision. As soon as my Gran came to me with a tear-stained face, a picture exploded in my mind. I saw myself, dressed in a black dress, sobbing uncontrollably, holding a bunch of white lilies watching two coffins being lowered into the ground. Before my Gran even said anything, I understood. At eight years old, I realised I wasn't normal.


Mam and Dad never got a chance to tell me about magic before they died. Gran told me all about how Mam was a pure-blood witch, a brilliant Ravenclaw with an aptitude for potions. Dad was a Muggle-born Hufflepuff, totally clueless, but with a surprising flair for Quidditch. They knew each other before Hogwarts, as they both went to the same muggle primary school in Wicklow before they turned eleven.


Mam's parents died before I was born, but Mam always told me they were lovely people. It was unusual for pure-blood families to be happy with their children marrying muggle-borns, but apparently they were very supportive of my Mam's decision to marry my Dad.


Dad's Mam (my Gran) lived with us on our small family farm in Wicklow after Granddad died. When Mam and Dad died, I stayed living with Gran on the farm. Gran was tough for a lady in her sixties. She was strong, and took care of most of the work on the farm. Her hair was a mousey brown colour, greying at the edges, and cut into a pageboy bob.


I told her about my visions after I turned eleven and received my Hogwarts letter. She accepted me immediately, no questions asked, even though she was a muggle. She didn't look at me like I was insane.


By the time I entered my first year at Hogwarts, I knew these visions I was having were of the future. They would pop into my mind at unexpected times, usually only lasting a second or two, and during that time, I was totally absorbed in my mind, totally oblivious to the world around me.


Thus, I would fall over. A lot.


And that, my dear readers, is how I met my best friend, Dominique.


She was awfully forgiving for being tackled to the ground when I fell on top of her on the Hogwarts Express. To this day, I remember the vision I had. It was me and Dominique, laughing together, walking along a Hogwarts corridor, clutching books to our chest and wearing matching Gryffindor robes.


So when she pulled me to my feet and I recognised her, I immediately knew we would be friends. Best friends. And we were.


When we were both sorted into Gryffindor, we sat down at the long table in the Great Hall and just talked. We had the same personality, laughed at the same things, liked the same styles of music. And while we were chatting, she introduced me to her wonderful cousin.


Heavy sarcasm.


James Potter.


Ugh.


He too, was a first year. He had been sorted into Gryffindor too, as well has Dom's other cousin, Fred. I actually thought we could all be friends. But when I introduced myself, he asked if I was a leprechaun and then proceeded to pull my hair. So I kicked him.


And that, was the start of our beautiful relationship.


Even though we are all now heading into our seventh year, not much has changed. James Potter, if it is possible, became even more immature as he grew older. He seemed to take pride in his prankster-womanizing ways, and the fame his father provided him with.


It seemed that every time I looked at him, he had a new dumb girl under his arm. Each and every one of them the same as the last, unable to hold a conversation with a lamp.


And on top of all that, he always had his constant group of girls following after him, giggling about his 'perfect' hair and his 'perfect eyes' and his 'perfect' abs.


Pfft. That boy is the most arrogant pig I have ever met in my entire life, even if he may have quite a nice body.


You, stop giving me that look. I dislike the guy, but I'm not blind. He's captain of the quidditch team, what would you expect?


I glanced at the time on the illuminated screen of the mobile phone Gran had forced me to cart around with me everywhere all summer. I'm a bloody witch, and she thinks I'm safer with a mobile phone than with my wand.


It was almost ten to eleven in the morning. Thankfully Professor McGonagall had spoken to the ministry on my behalf when I was fifteen and had made it possible for me to get my apparating licence early. Living in Ireland, and my only family being a muggle, it saved me a lot of trouble getting to and from King's Cross Station every year.


I quickly checked that I had Carraig, my small grey owl as well as my trunk packed for the year.


I gave Carraig a small owl treat and a quick pet before stowing him into his wrought-iron cage which I knew he hated, but was necessary for apparating with him.


I galloped down the rickety stairs of my familiar home and into the small but homely bright yellow kitchen. I saw my Gran standing at the sink, looking out the window over the green fields of our farm, a far-off expression on her face. I knew in times like these she was thinking of Dad.


I cleared my throat discreetly and she turned to face me, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she gave me a watery smile. "Maeve, love." She said sadly as she approached me.


She smoothed down my long red hair and looked into my eyes. "You're as beautiful as the day you were born." She said kindly. "If only your Mam and Dad were here to see you now. They'd be so proud." She swallowed thickly and I could see the tears welling in her eyes.


I pulled her in for a hug and buried my head into her shoulder, taking in her familiar scent of old books and fresh air. She was at least a full head shorter than me, but she somehow always managed to make me feel protected.


She patted me on the back and pulled away, wiping her eyes roughly. "Away with you. You'll be dead late, at this stage." She said, glancing at the clock mounted on the kitchen wall. It was almost five to eleven.


I nodded and walked out the back door of the kitchen and into the muddy grass. I turned to face my Gran, who stood on the doorstep and waved at me. "Have fun, love." She called. I made sure I had Carraig in his cage and my trunk in either hand, before I gave her a last smile and disapparated.


The pulling sensation never got any easier. It felt like my head were getting smaller, and my entire body felt as though it were being pushed through an exceptionally small hole. However, as soon as the sensation started, it stopped.


I looked around to find myself in a back alley behind King's Cross Station. I tried and failed not to feel smug at landing exactly where I had intended to.


I checked my watch and saw it was almost eleven already. I dashed through the crowd of muggles, shouting out random "Excuse me"s and "Coming through!"s as I navigated my way through the packed crowd.


In the distance I saw the sign for platform nine, and I kept going towards it. When I reached the area between platform nine and ten, I did a quick check to see it I was being watched, before dashing through the barrier and onto platform nine and three-quarters.


The scarlet Hogwarts Express was on the tracks, ready to go. The platform was packed, full of students saying goodbye to parents, saying hello to friends. I craned my neck, looking for a specific someone.


Before I could even see anything, I was tackled from behind. A blur of blonde hair and a flurry of arms surrounded me as I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. "Maeve!" I heard Dominique yell delightedly. I hugged her back, feeling extremely happy to be reunited with my best friend after a summer apart. Stupid Dom had to go away to France all summer.


"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I heard a deep voice say from behind me.


Damn. There goes my good mood.


I released Dom and slowly swiveled to look at James.


"Potter." I snarled, looking him up and down with a frown on my face, making it clear I didn't like what I saw.


"O'Connell." He said smugly, his arms crossed.


"I didn't realise Hogwarts were accepting pigs, nowadays." I snapped at James. I felt Dom grab a hold of my hand and pull me back. "Later. We have to get on the train now." She said, smiling. As much as Dom loved her cousin, she agreed with me that he was an arrogant pig, and it was nice to find someone who was immune to his charms.


I gave James one final dirty look, which he seemed to enjoy, for some reason, and nodded reluctantly before following her onto the train. As soon as we stepped on we were met by Fred, who was blocking the way to the compartment Dom had secured earlier. "Hello, ladies. Long time no see." He said, waggling his eyebrows.


"Move, Freddie." Dom sighed, rolling her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him. Something wasn't right. I could feel it. Dom moved to push past Fred and go into the compartment, but I grabbed her arm to stop her. "Wait." I gasped as I felt my vision cloud over and become replaced with a new scene.


I saw Dom step into the compartment and let out a shriek. I followed in behind her to see what was wrong, when I saw the entire room full of chocolate frogs, bounding wildly around the room. I screamed and covered my face with my hands, just as I heard James and Fred close the door on us, high fives and exchange congratulations.


As soon as the vision started, it stopped. I looked up at Dom who had held me up and shielded me from Fred and James seeing what had happened. I gave her an evil grin and whispered what they were planning in her ear. She let out a growl and turned to Fred and James, which confused them for enough time so I could extract my wand and yell, "Locomotor Wibbly!"


I watched in amusement as James and Fred flailed about, trying to stay standing. Dom understood immediately what I was doing and shoved the two of them into the compartment they had pranked while I held the door open for her.


She slammed the door shut and we exchanged a high fives before wandering door the hallway to find a new compartment, laughing the entire way.




A/N: If anyone is wondering, 'Maeve' is pronounced "mave", like gave or save.


Thanks for reading, please review!


~yerawizard27 x



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