Disclaimer: these characters are not mine – they belong to JK Rowling

AN: Sorry for taking so long! I have way too many WIP fics…lol. I promise none of them will be abandoned though! They will all be completed eventually! Bear with me as I try to update some of these bad Larry's. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I snickered a bit writing it ;p

"Where is Hermione?" Tom asked Harry as he trudged up the staircase towards the astronomy tower.

Harry chuckled, "She dropped this class after third year. Didn't she tell you?"

Tom frowned, surprised that Hermione would ever decide to drop a class, "No, she didn't mention it. Why did she drop it?"

"She thinks divination is a load of rubbish." Harry said with a grin, "I'm only still taking it because I need the credit."

Tom followed Harry over to the small round tea tables that had a large crystal ball sitting in the center, and took his seat.

"How could anyone not want to know the future? Some seers have been known to make shockingly accurate predictions, and I'm sure Hogwarts wouldn't have hired a fraud." Tom asked bewildered as he set down his bag beside his chair.

Harry snorted, "Sure, mate."

A few minutes later, a thin woman with a frizzy mass of hair and large round glasses entered the room with a dramatic sigh, one hand clutching the front of her patch-work dress.

"I feel a dark presence among us…it's hovering…waiting…I fear that one of you in this room will meet a most terrible fate!"

Harry leaned towards Tom and whispered, "She says this every week. Law of averages says that one of these times, she'll be right" Harry snickered.

Suddenly the insect-looking woman swung her gaze around to the source of the snickering, and pointed directly at Tom.

"You…boy, what is your name?"

Tom looked around, noticing all the students were now focused on him, and said "Uh…it's Tom."

The professor then closed her eyes and placed her hands on her temples as if she were concentrating very hard.

"Oh…the spirits…the spirits say…it's not you."

Tom raised an eyebrow at her odd proclamation, and before he could say anything, she swung towards Harry.

Of course.

"Oh, my dear boy…Mister Potter, I'm afraid I see-" she began before Harry sighed and interrupted.

"Let me guess, the grim?" He offered doing his best to try and keep a straight face.

"Oh yes! I'm afraid you'll die a most horrible death!"

"Yes, so you've said." Harry sighed.

The professor looked stunned for a moment, "Have I?"

Harry was confused for a moment until he realized she had told him this in the other timeline. The only problem was, Voldemort was now sitting right next to him, so what now?

"Maybe I was mistaken." Harry said quickly trying to back-peddle.

"Or maybe you have the gift of sight!" The professor said excitedly, while Harry thumped his forehead against the table.


"That woman is insane. Why would Dumbledore ever hire that fraud? She's making a mockery of the art of divination!" Tom snapped as he walked beside Hermione to the Great Hall.

"While I agree that the woman is a fraud, I respectfully disagree that Divination could be called an art. It's rubbish, Tom." Hermione chuckled.

"She's convinced herself that not only is Harry going to meet some horrible end, but now she thinks he has the sight." He said mocking her exaggerated hand gestures.

"Speaking of Harry, where is he?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"She kept him after class to talk about his new found abilities." Tom answered rolling his eyes.

Hermione snorted, "The day Harry makes a real prediction is the day I join the quiddich team."

As they reached the Great Hall, they saw Cassie already seated and waving them over.

"Where's Harry?" she asked as Hermione and Tom slipped into the seats opposite her.

"Still in the astronomy tower with Trelawney. She's convinced herself he's a seer now." Tom said as he grabbed a sandwich off the platter and handed one to Hermione.

Cassie laughed, "Well, at least he'll get a passing grade now."

The smile on Hermione's face fell when she noticed the copy of the Daily Prophet. She quickly grabbed it, and read the front page.

Muggleborn Attacks on the Rise

Attacks on Muggleborn witches and wizards are on the rise as the Knights Elite continue to terrorize the wizarding community. The so called 'Knights' are rumored to be led by a dark wizard calling himself "The Reaper".

Hermione elbowed Tom and shoved the paper in front of him.

"Knights…" Hermione whispered, "You don't think it could be…" she trailed off, not wanting to say too much in front of Cassie.

Tom's jaw clenched. It was them, he was sure of it. When he had modified their memories in the room of requirement that night fifty years ago, he had removed all memory of their association with Tom Riddle, though he hadn't changed their beliefs. They would still have borne a deep hatred towards any wizard or witch they felt wasn't worthy of their magic; muggleborns in particular.

"It's Lestrange. I'm sure of it." Tom spat.

"Wait…Lestrange? As in Aunt Bella?" Cassie asked in confusion, looking between Hermione and Tom, "She's a bigot, no doubt, but a murderer?"

Hermione frowned. "Not your aunt…Her father in law, Edmund Lestrange, though it's highly likely she's involved."

"How could you possibly know that?" Cassie asked bewildered.

"Harry." Tom said quickly, using Harry's new found status as a seer to their advantage, "He had…he had a vision about this." Tom said, his eyes flicking towards Hermione silently begging her to agree with his story.

"Oh, come off it, Harry's about as much of a seer as I am a pureblood." Cassie snorted.

"No, it's true…he did tell me and Tom about a dream he had the other night…and it fits." Hermione said nodding towards Tom.

Just then, Harry approached the table with a dramatic sigh and slipped into his seat beside Cassie.

"Harry, these two are telling me you are a seer, and that you had some dream the other night about the muggleborn attacks?" Cassie said crossing her arms over her chest, and raising her eyebrows in disbelief.

Hermione kicked Harry's kneecap hard under the table and he let out a small grunt of pain, as he caught her eye.

"Oh…yeah. I thought it was just some weird dream, but maybe there is more to it." He said looking back and forth between Hermione, Tom and Cassie.

Hermione slid the newspaper across the table towards Harry, and she saw the blood drain from his face as he read the front page.

"Bloody Hell."


"We need to go to Dumbledore. He needs to know!" Hermione argued.

"And tell him what, exactly? That I used to get up to no good, and practice dark magic with those arseholes? He'll throw me out of here, Hermione!" Tom shouted.

"Tom, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm sure he already knew what you were up to…That's probably why you weren't exactly his favorite student." Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"She's got a point, mate." Harry interjected.

"If the Aurors haven't been able to figure out it, what makes you think he'd believe a bunch of kids?" Tom argued.

Hermione scoffed, "Because, we're time travelers! We know things. Dumbledore knows that we traveled. He'll believe us." Hermione said placing her hands on her hips, not backing down from Tom.

"Tom, this is your chance to change his opinion of you; despite what you've done in the past, you have the chance to be the hero. You can stop this." Harry argued.

Tom stilled, and seemed to contemplate his words.

"If we do this, we do it together." Tom said finally, seeming to come to a decision.

Hermione smiled and took his hand, "I wouldn't have it any other way."


"So you see Headmaster, it has to be them." Hermione said as she stood beside Tom and Harry in front of the Headmaster's desk.

Dumbledore looked suddenly older than his one-hundred and fifty years, as he smoothed the strands of his grey beard, deep in thought.

"And you say you held meetings? Here in the castle?" Dumbledore said seeming disturbed by this information.

"Yes. I did. At first, they were just in the Slytherin common room late at night after most of the students had gone to bed, but then later, the room of requirement." Tom answered doing his best to look contrite, though he was laying it on thicker than necessary to gain the Headmaster's trust.

"I see. And you believe it is these same individuals who continued this practice, despite your memory modification?" The headmaster said steepling his fingers in front of him on the desk.

"It has to be; I called them my 'Knights'. Somehow, despite my removal of their memories, Lestrange must have remembered this. He must have continued the meetings, calling themselves 'The Knights Elite'. They were all purebloods, you see." Tom answered with a frown.

The headmaster sighed, "It takes quite a bit of bravery, Tom, to own up to past mistakes, but even more to try and correct them. If you've ever questioned whether you truly belong in Gryffindor house, let your actions today be your answer.

Hermione squeezed Tom's hand and gave him a small smile.

"I think it may be prudent, due to your knowledge of the alternate timeline, that the three of you join the Order." The headmaster said as is gaze swept over the three students standing before his desk.

"The Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked, causing the Headmaster to look at him in confusion.

"Heaven's no, Mister Potter, The Order of the Puffskein." The headmaster said seriously.

Hermione snorted.

"Something funny, Miss Granger?" The headmaster asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She bit her cheek to keep from laughing, "No, nothing at all Headmaster."

The Headmaster scowled briefly before adding, "Phoenix. Rolls off the tongue much better than Puffskein. I wish I had thought of that."

Fawkes squawked indignantly and shook his head.