If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't? 

-Jodi Picoult 

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"So, I'm a Seer?!"

I was gaping at my grandmama, the goblet in my hands. "The goblet gave me the abilities of a parseltongue and a Seer," I repeat. My grandmama was highly amused. Her blue eyes twinkled in delight, and she looked like she was trying not to laugh.

"I saw a vision of myself in the future?" I was finding it very difficult to process my newfound abilities.

"Correct my child. Your powers are brand new, and the visions will hit you randomly. The more you use your Seer abilities, the more control you'll have over them." She explains. "This is marvellous!!" She squeals in happiness. "You'll be the third Seer our family has had!!" She looked ready to get up and start dancing.

"What was your first vision!?" She demands eagerly, and I sigh, leaning back into her chair and sipping on the tea she loved to serve.

I think back to the vision I saw in Hepzibah Smith's house, and I purse my lips, remembering the laugh I'd heard. I knew I'd been hugging a guy. That laugh was honestly the most heartfelt laugh I'd heard in a while. I'd felt so happy. I'd never felt like that in my life. What could have possibly allowed me to feel like that? I knew when I was watching the vision from my point of view that I'd cared immensely for this person. I couldn't see his face and his hair was covered up by a yellow hat. So maybe he was in Hufflepuff.

"I saw myself hugging someone," I say, and my grandma's excitement increases.

"Seer visions come in so many shapes and forms!!! But it's so hard to see a vision about yourself. Almost impossible." She admits, making me look up in shock. "It was probably a significant vision, my child. Don't rule it out just because it doesn't make sense."

"The goblet might give you more powers, depending on your need for it. Use them wisely, Val. There have been instances where my descendants have gone mad because of their misuse of those powers. My goblet is both a blessing and a curse." She cautions me, making my eyes go wide in horror.

"Don't make something so amazing turn into a curse, my dear."

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I walk to class, my head spinning, the goblet was tucked nicely into my bag. I needed to figure out where to put the bloody thing. It was way too powerful to be out in the open. The damn thing made me a parseltongue! A bloody parseltongue.

I could talk to snakes.

I swear if I started to flash with visions every time I touched someone, then I would go mad. I make my way to the Great Hall in time for dinner when I hear a voice I recognized. "Please. Please Stop." I listen to the voice stutter.

I knew that voice.

"Don't touch ME!!" Greta snaps in anger and fear. "Abraxas, don't you dare touch me." She demands, making me rush towards the voice in horror. I sprint around the corner only to see something that makes my blood boil in anger.

Malfoy was standing over my petite friend. He was glaring at her with such hatred, I wanted to smack him silly. "You are my fiancee, are you not!" He snarls. "I am allowed to touch what is mine."

"She is not yours, you foul pig." I snarl, whipping my wand to point it at his neck threateningly. "Just because your parents decided Greta was to be your wife, DOES NOT mean you are even deserving of a single hair on her head."

Malfoy draws his wand and points it at me as well. "Don't get involved, Dumbledore. this is between Ollivander and me." He sneers, making me glare at him.

"You might want to lower your wand, you platinum imbecile." I taunt. Greta grabs my hand.

"Val, please. He's not worth it." She begs me, and I shake my head, giving her a look. I realize how scared she'd been, and my eyes soften.

"Fine." I purse my lips and Malfoy gives a cunning laugh.

"You can't defeat me!!" He chortles and then looks at Greta. "I'll deal with you later." He snarls, making my anger inflate like a balloon. I punch him. Hard.

"I'll be the one dealing with you!" I snap, and he screams, grabbing his nose. I ignore the throbbing pain in my hand. "You are NOT going near her!!" I seethe and then Malfoy's rage hits his peak because he sends a spell our way.

"Petrificus Totalus!" He yells, but I deflect it.

"Protego." I hiss and then send another spell at him nonverbally. He flies back in pain, and I tilt my head to the side, watching him like a predator would. "You go near my friend again, and I will cause you more pain than that." I snarl, grabbing Greta's shaking hand and leading her away from the ignorant boy writhing on the floor in pain.

"I'm sorry," Greta whispers at me. I turn to look at her. Her silver eyes were lined with glossy tears, and her face was a bright red.

"Did he touch you?" I wince at the words. Greta bit her lip, shaking her head.

"He was going to. You stopped him." She admits, and I couldn't help the wave of rage that hits me again.

"That prick deserves more than just a stunning spell!!" I demand, but she grabs my hand, her own shaking drastically. I realize how frightened and shocked my friend was. I engulf the shaking girl into a hug. She melts into the embrace, and as if a switch goes off in her head, she starts sobbing.

"He was so so mean." She cries into my shoulder. "He wanted to kiss me. I didn't want him to, so he got mad." I just hug her, listening to her troubles and lending her a shoulder to cry on. She needed a friend, and that was what I was going to be. I wasn't going to leave her to go beat up Malfoy as much as I wanted to. Greta needed me more.

"Why would someone be that mean?" She asks, shivering. "I was nice to him, and he still hates me. I don't want him to hate me. He's going to be my husband someday." She sobs again.

I watch the girl with stars in her eyes, crumble into a million pieces in front of me. The stars were put out, and all I could see was a deep pain in her orbs. "Some people have had bad things happen to them. They then proceed to take out their frustrations on other people. Like what Malfoy did to you." I explain.

She steps back from my hug, wiping her tearful eyes. "If he has a problem, I can try to help him." She cries. "I'll defend him if his parents ever tried to hurt him. He's my partner now. I would never let anything bad happen to him." She was full-on sobbing now.

I realized she cared for the blonde ferret. She actually cared about some guy whose focus was on another girl.

She's crazy.

I hear Malfoy's voice ring in my head. She doesn't even know me! Why does she care so much!! He was scowling.

I blink in surprise. Why exactly did I hear Malfoy's thoughts when I never even cast a spell to. This was getting freaky. I didn't want to hear Malfoy's thoughts all the time, especially when he was talking shit about my friend.

Why do I feel so bad? He thinks, making me scowl. The asshole better feel bad. He hurt the kindest, most precious soul ever in existence.

"You care about him?" I ask Greta softly, and she nods into my shoulder, leaning heavily on me.

"I met him over Christmas. He wasn't as bad as everyone had told me. My parents loved him, and his parents liked me...I think. They were happy with the match. I know he's in love with someone else, but I'd hoped we could at least be friends. I want him to be happy after all." She sniffles a bit, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

I sigh, deep in thought.

She's an idiot. Why would she think that? I will be her damn husband. I told her I'm in love with someone else, and she didn't even frown. Why is she crying now?!

I don't know, maybe because you harassed her?

"Let's go to the washrooms. Wash your face, and then we'll get you something to eat. I also want one of us to be always around you. He could try to hurt you again. I'm not going to let that happen." I order my friend, making her nod slowly.

"Okay. I guess you're right." She sighs. I nod content.

"Good, let's go," I tell her, and she sniffles again, trying to control her crying. I hear one last thought from Malfoy before we start to walk away again.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

- He's not as bad as everyone thinks he is