The Power Of Premonition
Prologue
He found himself in a completely dark and soundproof room; there were large hedges everywhere he could see. And he couldn't see any far due to the mist that was watering his eyes and blurred his vision. He tightened the grip on his wand and went on through the narrow passages leading him through this labyrinth of hedges. All he could hear was the distant sound of wind blowing through the leaves of the hedges, twigs breaking, and –
A scream.
He hurried forwards, trying to tell where the scream had been coming from. He took a sharp right and dashed through the maze, eager to find the source of panic. But there was no one and nothing. Had he been fantasizing? He kept on going before he heard another distant sound. The sound of heavy footsteps coming closer. He turned around and was almost knocked down by a shadowy figure.
"Run!", he was told by the figure and before he could ask any more, he saw the reason why. The hedges started to move and a heavy wind blew through the passages, keen on pulling everything and everyone along with it. He quickly turned around again and followed the figure running in front of him. They reached a crotch and, looking left, he suddenly saw something glowing in the dark.
"The cup", he heard himself say and before he knew it, he ran towards it, hearing the figure next to him doing the same. They both rushed through the passages, both eager to grab the glowing object first. He felt twigs hitting his face and it seemed as if the hedge didn't want him to reach the object. Twigs and roots suddenly emerged from the hedge and grabbed him, making him fall to the ground.
He struggled, trying to free himself from the roots that held him tightly, pulling him towards the hedge. "Harry!", he heard himself yell at the figure that was about to reach the glowing object. Then, a flash of light hit him and he felt the roots letting go of him. He quickly got to his feet, facing the figure. "Thanks", he said, pushing off the dirt from his clothes, and looked back at the glowing object before he heard a distant rumbling coming closer very fast.
"Go!", he heard himself say and soon after, both them ran towards the glowing item, the wind rushing through the maze on their heels. Inches away from the object, they both stopped. "You take it", he said. "Together", the figure replied and before he knew it he reached out and touched the shiny item at the count of three. Then he felt something pull him forwards and the next moment, he fell to the ground and landed hard on his back. He got to his feet drowsily and looked around bewildered. "Where are we?", he asked, walking slowly to the spot where the glowing item landed along with them. "It's a port key", he whispered to himself.
He turned to tell the other person, only to see yet another figure emerging from a nearby house, holding something on its arm. "Kill the spare!", ran in his ears and the next moment a flash of green light hit him, twirling him around and – then there was darkness.
Chapter One
Ginny Weasley woke up screaming. Panting as if she had been running, she sat up and looked around her dark dormitory. Pressing one hand against her chest, feeling her heart drumming against her ribcage, she tried to calm herself from the most disturbing dream she'd ever had. A dream she would never forget.
There were moans and whispers of annoyance heard from the other beds in the room, but Ginny didn't care. Her head was still filled with the images of her dream. What was that? Did she just dream about… she remembered a voice calling Harry Potter's name and she recalled seeing the Tri Wizard Cup that she had seen at the beginning of the school after Professor Dumbledore had told them that Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would be the host of a most legendary event, the Tri Wizard Tournament. Well, dreaming about that wouldn't have surprised her because two of three tasks had already been done.
But dreaming about a maze in which the Tri Wizard Cup had been hidden, that was odd. Because there hadn't been any task taking place in a maze. Had she been dreaming about –
"The third task", she muttered to herself, staring at her bare feet that lurked from beneath her bed sheets. "I've been –"
"Shut up, Ginny!", she could hear one of her roommates hiss. "There are people here trying to sleep!"
"Sorry", she hissed back, leaning against the end of her bed.
She couldn't think about sleep right now, her heart was still drumming against her chest. She felt as if she would never be able to sleep again. Yet she remembered a phrase from a children book she'd once read. What troubles a grown-up, will never trouble a child. And because she was somewhere in between, she soon after felt a wave of exhaustion rush over her and the next moment, she was sleeping and snoring as if nothing happened. God bless the ability to forget.
After breakfast, Ginny walked along with her fellow classmates to the History of Magic classroom where she found herself deeply in thoughts just a couple of minutes after Professor Binns began his lecture. Taken away into the depths of dreaming by his monotonic voice, Ginny drifted off – again to face images she thought she'd already forgotten about.
As soon as he had touched the shiny object, he felt as if something was tied to his navel, pulling him back through the atmosphere. Hedges rushed past him and everything felt as if pulled into a black hole. The next moment, the rushing stopped and he felt himself falling to the ground very fast. He landed on his back, pain aching through his spine. Sitting up drowsily, he looked around.
"Where are we?", he heard himself say.
There were tombstones and crosses all over the place. Standing up shaking, he realized he was standing in the middle of a graveyard. He took some steps around a rather large statue of an angel holding a scythe – only to see that the glowing object that took him to this place was lying some feet away from it. He knelt down beside it and looked at it with his eyes narrowed.
"It's a port key", he whispered to himself before raising his voice. "Harry, the Cup is a port key!"
He looked up to see his companion's reaction, only to see him crouching on the ground, holding his forehead. He stood up again and raised his wand when he saw a shadowy figure coming out of a nearby building, holding something on his arm that looked like a malformed baby.
"Who are you?", he heard himself ask. "What do you want?"
The figure stopped in its tracks, staring at him. Another voice, cold and sharp as a blade, rang through the darkness.
"Kill the spare!"
He stared at the figure, his wand shaking slightly in his outstretched hand. Before he could do anything about it, he heard two cutting words coming from the figure that was holding the baby and who apparently raised his free arm and pointed his wand at him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
His eyes widened when a flash of green light struck him like lightening. Like deadly lightening. The light faded and along with it, the world around him.
Sitting at her desk in the History of Magic classroom, Ginny let out a high-pitched scream – waking up everyone around who – like her – fell asleep due to the thrilling lecture. Panting, she felt everyone's eyes on her – Professor Binns, however, went on talking in his monotonic voice as if nothing happened.
"What happened?", one of her friends asked her when she and her classmates headed to their next lesson.
"Just a dream", she replied, massaging her temples. "A bad dream…"
Back in the common room, Ginny ignored the stares of her fellow classmates who had watched her with frowning faces ever since her scream echoed through the classroom. Before she could think about going insane, she needed to talk to a friend who possibly could understand and help her dealing with these dreams. After the first dream, she thought it had been an ordinary nightmare, but when the same dream came back, she knew better than to ignore such a sign.
She found Hermione Granger hiding behind a pile of books in one corner of the Gryffindor common room. Shoving the books aside, Ginny sat down on the other side of the table.
"Hey, careful!", Hermione blurted out, catching the pile before one book could touch the ground. "What's wrong?", she added, looking at Ginny quite concerned. "You're alright?"
"I don't know", Ginny replied truthfully. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Of course", Hermione said, putting down the book she was reading. "What is it?"
"Well, I don't exactly know where to start", Ginny began, looking around for intruders. "I had this dream –"
"This morning?"
"Well, yeah, how –"
"I heard you screaming", Hermione said, sounding even more concerned.
"You – what? Really? Oh dear…", Ginny muttered.
"Tell me about the dream."
"Well, I think I dreamt about the Third Task", Ginny said. "It's taking place in a maze", she added in a low whisper.
"Yeah, I know", Hermione said, tidying the table while doing so.
"You know?", Ginny repeated, her eyes widening.
"Yeah, Harry told me."
"Oh…"
"So what? You dreamt about the Third Task taking place in a maze? What's so weird about it? You might have heard it somewhere…"
Ginny stared at Hermione. "No, I didn't know that before", she said, looking around the common room. "And I wished I only dreamt about that…", she added quietly.
"So what else did you dream about then?"
"I –", she said, looking back at Hermione. "I dreamt about someone being killed!"
"Killed?", Hermione hissed. "What do you mean?"
"There were two people in the maze, they both reached the Cup at the same time, they both touched it and they both… well, they are both port keyed to another place where one of them gets killed by the Killing Curse!"
Hermione stared at Ginny as if she had gone mental.
"I had this dream twice and now I'm really concerned, Hermione", she whispered.
Her opposite still stared at her as if considering whether to be concerned about those dreams or to be concerned about Ginny's sanity.
"Ginny, look", she then said. "I don't believe in seeing the future or reading from tea cups or whatever, so I might be the wrong person to talk to!"
"But I thought I might help me", Ginny answered, a bit taken aback.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how I could help you", Hermione said, gathering some books and finally standing up. "If there are any more of these dreams, come and tell me, alright? Until then try to relax! Maybe it is just a nightmare and you are just concerned about Harry!"
"I'm not concerned about Harry!", Ginny blurted out, quickly lowering her voice again. "Not anymore…"
Hermione threw her a sympathetic smile before she headed to the girls' dormitory, leaving Ginny sitting alone with her concerns.
The following night, Ginny lay awake for a long time, thinking about hedges, port keys, graveyards and the person being killed by the Killing Curse. She couldn't remember seeing the face of the person in her dreams, she wasn't even sure seeing that certain someone in real life. All she could remember was the mist in the passages of the maze, blurring her vision…
Walking past the gigantic stone angel, he knelt down next to the shiny object, examining it with his grey eyes. "It's a port key", his voice echoed through the darkness. "Harry, the Cup is a port key!" He looked up and saw the other boy crouched against the statue, holding his forehead in pain. He stood up and raised his wand, knowing that something was definitely wrong. He watched as a hooded figure left a nearby building, carrying something that looked like a very wrinkled baby.
"Who are you? What do you want?", he addressed the person coming closer.
Whilst the other boy whined in pain, still holding his forehead, he straightened his position, pointing his wand at the figure in front of him. Suddenly a cold and hollow voice rang through the graveyard, a voice that made him shiver.
"Kill the spare!"
His eyes widened, he opened his mouth to say something, to block what was coming next, but he merely stood there, hearing two terrible words ringing in his ears.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light shot towards him and hit him with an invisible force. He was pulled backwards, and before he landed on his back again, with darkness coming over him, he heard the other boy call his name.
"Cedric!"
Ginny awoke with her face covered in sweat, her own scream still echoing through her skull. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, looking around. A knowledge, which she didn't want to have, burnt itself into her brain. Now she knew about the person being killed in the Third Task. Recalling the person's name over and over again, she knew she had never been surer about something, she had never known more intensively that she was right. Something deep inside her told her that she was right. And that was not a good sign at all.
She stared into the darkness, seeing the last image of her dream in front of her inner eye, the handsome face with those grey eyes, paralysed by the force of death.
Sitting on her bed in her dormitory, she couldn't help but sob silently as she realized that one of the four Tri Wizard Champions would be dead in more or less one week's time.
Cedric Diggory.
A/N:
Suspense! Thrilling... yeah. Hello and welcome to my first Cedric Diggory FanFiction xDD
What do you think about it thus far?
Knowing about the future, will Ginny Weasley be able to change its course?
Read on and find out! Thank you! xD
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything that can be found in the Harry Potter universe!
In this story, I refer to both movie and book, so don't you be confused or something!
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Ginny faces Cedric.