Days had passed since that night in the common room and it was as though my body was flying on autopilot. The whispers settled and only the tension of a new term beginning hung around in the air. I paid no mind to my cousin, and seemingly he did the same for me. It was a quiet day as I sat in the snowy courtyard writing on a piece of parchment.

Dear Snuffles,

I hope this letter finds you well. You probably aren't expecting a letter from me but it's extremely important. I am sure that you have heard that Harry and I aren't currently on speaking terms and I have no idea who, besides McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore, have been informed about this.

After the Yule Ball, I saw a prophecy. I have no memory of the event, but Hermione says that I went into some type of trance and said:

Of two who seek, only one shall find,

In a place filled that is home to the lost,

His blood will be the bind,

And a hand, the fallen shall cost,

To rise he who had been defeated,

The servant shall sacrifice to revive,

A life-force that by dark magic is depleted,

Will be once again, alive."

If possible, I would highly appreciate it if you would be kind enough to inform Harry of this because I am certain you are the only person who will be able to get through to him and I am equally certain that he would burn the letter as soon as he knew it was from me. He is aware of the prophecy but he doesn't know the extent of the content because he was too busy pestering me about Draco to listen to a word I had to say, which I feel says enough about the situation between him and I.

Sincerely yours,

Marigold Dursley

I let out a heavy breath as I signed my name at the bottom of the page. I quickly folded the letter and slipped it into the envelope. The bell tower rang loudly, announcing that it was lunch time.

Lunch passed smoothly. Pansy had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout lunch and I barely noticed the coming and going of my cousin and his newfound entourage. After lunch, I wandered up to the divination room. It was quiet, which was to be expected as classes had not started yet.

"Ah, here you go, my dear," Trelawney spoke as she passed me a freshly brewed tea. "It has been quite the while since I've seen you! But of course, I knew you would be back."

"I feel like it's been too long since I was here," I told her gladly, "I think I worked out some of the meaning from that tea reading, Professor."

The woman smiled sweetly, with a knowing look. "Yes, I have heard the rumors of you and that Draco boy. I am also aware of your conflict with Harry. Fear not, though, it will pass rather soon. I can feel it."

I settled into the old chair. "That's comforting, Professor. Things this year have just gone from bad to worse, then to even more worse," I sighed, swishing my tea. I looked into one of the glass balls sitting on the table. The mist was swirling inside it, pressing against the class casing when slowly the mist began to twist into shapes.

"What do you see, dear?"

"I see..." I trailed as I watched the mist formed a view of the Black Lake. It was a grey day and the water was particularly choppy. From the sides, a blurred forms of a crowd could be seen. "It's the Black Lake, or at least I think it is." The view then dispersed into the familiar swirling grey. "That's it. There were people," I told her, finally moving my gaze from the ball,

"Mm, a difficult one, but it's okay," Trelawney replied before taking a sip of her own tea. "How have you been keeping up with your dream journal?"

"I haven't, if I'm being honest," I confessed sheepishly, "The potion that Professor Dumbledore gave me... It seems to have stopped my dreams as well as the visions... only the ones that happen while I'm sleeping at least.. So, I haven't had any to write down."

The professor nodded. "At least I can count on you to be honest. Many students of mine just write whatever just to have done the activity," she said forlornly, "Not everyone dreams, Marigold, but it doesn't stop them from coming up with stories, my dear." The woman smiled kindly as we both sipped from the old mugs.

"Even with the visions gone, I still feel very unsettled," I admitted as I adjusted my position on the worn chair.

"It is natural. This vision of yours must be world changing," the professor said entirely too gladly, "It has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of teaching such a talented seer. My advice would be not to think so much about it, dear. It is both a gift and burden to know what is coming but for now, worry about what is at your present rather than what hasn't happened yet. You will learn how to process these things," she told me sagely, peering into her now empty tea cup. "Now, we'll finish this tea reading then I will send you off."

I took the final sip of tea and swished the final dregs around in the tiny bit of tea left. There was not much tea left in the bottom, but it look like an uneventful reading, only showing a single axe in the bottom of the cup.

"I only see an axe, Professor," I told her, "It has some dots around it."

The old woman nodded taking the still warm cup from my hands. "It seems I was right my dear, this trouble will fade soon," she said cheerily as she placed the mug gently on the table.

"I hope that it does. Everything is happening so fast and it's hard to keep up anymore," I sighed lightly, relaxing back into the worn chair beneath me. "I've still got no idea if or when Harry's going to speak to me again."

"As I said, my dear, do not fret; fate is handling it," she said calmly, "Now, I am sure there are much better things for a young lady to be doing than sitting here with an old woman like me. The sun is shining and the birds are singing, Marigold."

I passed Demetrius on my trek down from the Divination tower. Something stung in my chest as he ignored my cheery wave, but after not talking for weeks I couldn't find it within myself to mind so much despite our years of friendship. Eventually, I reached the library and quickly walked over to the table where Draco was sat. I could help but smirk at the frustrated expression on his face as he wrote and scribbled out a sentence several times.

"Hey, you'll run out of parchment at that rate, Draco," I joked as I sat across from him.

The boy simply rolled his eyes. "It seems that way. Where have you been? You disappeared after lunch and I was going to ask if you wanted to visit Hogsmeade with me," he spoke after gently placing his quill down next to his parchment.

"I went to see Trelawney, I haven't been to the tower in a while so I thought I should go," I answered with a soft smile. "Also, I'd love to go with you to Hogsmeade. I heard there was a new stationery store opening on the corner near the tea shop the other week so I've been wanting to go see that."

"Sure, I should probably get some more parchment while I'm there," he sighed dramatically, "I think I might need to take a break on this for a while because I've been working on this one sentence since lunch time."

"If you need-" I was cut off by a hand slamming down on the table in front of me.

I flinched back into my seat and then looked up to see Harry standing over me with Ron and Hermione looking mildy nervous behind him.

"Why did you message him behind my back?"

"What?"

Harry glared as I responded with indignantly, but glanced at Malfoy sitting with me. He hesitantly retracted his hand from the table before turning his gaze back onto me.

"Don't act stupid. You know what I'm talking about!" Harry hissed.

"Sod off, Potter," Malfoy sneered in response, "We're trying to work here, can't you see; or are your glasses broken?"

"Stay out of this, Malfoy."

"Harry, if you would just listen for-" Hermione said, reaching forward only for Harry to turn around and point his burning gaze at her. But before he could snap at her, I stood from my seat and grabbed Harry by the wrist to lead him from the library.

I lead us to a quiet corridor where there were no students hanging around.

"Harry, I messaged him because I figured that he was the only way I could get you to talk to me again. I need for you to listen to me. I had made a prophecy, Harry, a big one, and I think it might have something to do with the tournament and I know we haven't been getting along recently but you need to know about it. I'm sorry for going behind your back, but it was the only option you gave me," I told him in a rushed voice.

"You're the one who told me not to talk to you!" He retorted with his arms crossing his chest.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I said to leave me alone unless you were ready to stop being a toe rag and actually listen to what I have to say rather than what you want hear," I answered with a small scowl. "I hate all of this fighting, Harry. It distracts you from the games and it just stresses everyone out. I'm done with the fighting."

"I hate it too," he admitted, looking nervously to the ground. "I'm sorry. I don't approve of Draco, and I'm scared that he's using you to get to me. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"But you've been the one hurting me! Let me worry about Draco, and you worry about winning the tournament or at the very least surviving it and figuring out who put your name in the goblet and why they would do that," I said calmly, placing a hand on my cousin's shoulder.

"Yeah...You're right, Mari." Harry looked up from the ground, meeting my eyes for the first time in a long time. " If you want to talk... Then let's talk."