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The Unwanted Vision
Chapter 1
Both their grandmothers had the gift, but Draco and Theo didn't discover they had inherited it until their third year.
No one but them saw anything in Trelawney's crystal balls. Not even her, self-proclaimed Seer who knew everything about the future.
Whenever the mist was about to reveal something, it turned purple. And Draco had only seen his and Theo's crystal balls do that.
He loved to watch the weird woman as she pretended to see the future, telling his classmates terrible things about their fate that some of them believed. It was really amusing.
Time had gone by, the war nearly destroying him and his family, and now they were in their eighth year, walking around a restored Hogwarts and trying to leave all their traumatic experiences in the past. The Dark Lord was dead and both of their parents were in Azkaban, paying for their crimes.
Not that Draco cared.
Trelawney entered the class with a pink scarf around her neck, her large glasses always on and her eyes wide as if she was constantly surprised. She wrapped a finger around one of the chains hanging from her neck and attempted to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.
“Welcome back, my dears. Today we’re going to talk about love visions.”
Theo snorted beside Draco and they shared a knowing smirk. More nonsense from the old hag.
“There's a crystal ball on every table. I want you to focus all your mystical energy on it, to think about the things you want in your life and the type of person who would be your best life partner.”
“I wonder why she’s still single if she can see her future husband in these balls,” Draco drawled in a low voice.
Theo chuckled under his breath.
Trelawney waved her hands in the air and retreated to her chair, plopping down on it dramatically.
“Open your minds, my dears. With a bit of luck, some of you might see your future partner today.”
Draco rolled his eyes, already bored. Theo glanced at him, his lips twitching in amusement.
“May I?”
“You go first,” Draco agreed with a nod, leaning back on the purple cushions. “We’ve never seen something like that before.”
“Because we have never tried to,” Theo muttered, pulling the crystal ball closer to him. “We just wanted to see if we were alive and if the Dark Lord would win the war.”
Draco pressed his lips together while his friend looked down, his dark green eyes fixed on the pearly mist swirling inside the ball.
In their sixth year, they both saw Harry Potter defeating the Dark Lord in the flames of the fire just after Dumbledore's death. Theo ran away after that, hiding from his father in the south of Spain, and Draco helped the Golden Trio escape his manor when the snatchers caught them. That morning, while Granger’s screams echoed around his ancient house and her blood dripped onto his marble floors, he thought their visions were wrong.
But Potter won the war, against all odds, defeating the most powerful dark wizard that had ever existed after Grindelwald. The surviving Death Eaters were in prison and he and Theo were free to choose their own path again.
“Oh.”
Theo gasped, his eyes widening in shock. Draco leaned closer and peered at the ball, seeing nothing but mist.
“What did you see?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have a future wife,” his friend murmured, his eyes never leaving the ball. His throat bobbed when he swallowed hard. “I have a future husband.”
Draco grinned.
“You should tell your father. That letter will definitely kill him.”
“Maybe I will,” Theo said, blinking and looking away from the table.
He pushed the ball towards Draco and crossed his hands on the table, his fingers interlaced.
“Who is it?” Draco asked in a whisper.
Theo tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth and shook his head.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
Draco frowned, a spark of anger flaring in his belly.
“We always tell each other about our visions, Theo.”
“Not this time.”
His grey eyes narrowed and he averted his gaze from his childhood friend.
“Secrets, huh? Okay.”
Theo wrinkled his nose.
“You don’t understand.”
Draco lifted a finger, silencing him.
“My turn now.”
The white smoke inside the ball started spinning faster and faster while he stared at it.
It turned purple after a few seconds and Draco smiled to himself. It always happened before he saw the future that awaited him.
Curls. A curly head was running in the distance, the sunset covering her silhouette in an orange and pink glow.
“Who are you?” He questioned so softly that only Theo heard him, squinting his eyes as he tried to see her face.
His breath hitched when she suddenly turned her head and smiled brightly. A hand reached for hers and Draco saw their matching wedding bands.
He made fists on the table and clicked his jaw shut, his stomach clenching in horror.
“No. There's no fucking way.”
Theo's head snapped back to him.
“What’s wrong?”
He sounded worried, but Draco was still mad at him.
“It’s none of your business,” he muttered through his teeth.
Theo scoffed and folded his arms, averting his gaze to another table and pretending to ignore him.
Draco's eyes were still fixed on the glowing ball, and he saw the vision change.
Now she was curled against him on a dark green sofa, their legs intertwined and a book on his lap. She looked up at him with a beautiful smile on her face, her fingertips tracing the Dark Mark on his forearm as she talked.
Draco couldn’t hear her voice, though he could read her lips.
I love you, Draco.
He closed his eyes with a groan, shaking his head and pushing the cursed ball away from him.
Fuck. Not her. Anyone but her.
“It can’t be that bad.”
Draco opened them again and glared at his friend.
“You have no idea.”
Theo looked around, making sure no one was listening to them, and leaned in.
“Mine was Potter.”
Draco inhaled sharply. He was not expecting it to be the Brainless Chosen Prick.
“Mine was worse than that,” he snarled, his heart still pounding hard behind his ribs.
Theo frowned in confusion.
“Who could be worse than Harry fucking Potter?” He asked, raising his brow in question.
They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them saying a word until Draco grimaced. Theo's eyes widened in shock.
“Granger?”
Draco’s face hardened with resolve.
“It will never happen,” he promised, a twisted idea popping into his mind. “I’m going to kill her.”
Theo nudged him hard in the ribs.
“Shut up. Someone could hear you,” he hissed, looking around them with panicked eyes. “You shouldn't joke about these things.”
“I'm not joking. I won’t marry a Mudblood, Theo.”
“You want to join our fathers in Azkaban or what?” His friend snorted in exasperation and rolled his eyes. “Don't be absurd. You're not a killer.”
Draco's lips curled up into a dark grin.
“There are a couple of poisons that leave no trace. They're hard to find, but I know I can. No one would know it was me.”
“Draco, stop-”
“She always sits alone in Arithmancy.”
Theo’s face paled.
“What are you planning to do?"
Draco ran his tongue over his teeth as he thought.
If he knew something about her, it was that she was forgiving. Granger and Potter had been stupid enough to testify for him during his trial, and she didn't scowl at him anymore whenever their gazes crossed in class.
It would be easy enough.
“I will become friends with Granger. Soon, I'll be someone she trusts.” Draco sneered, his lips curling down in disgust at the idea of being friendly to the greatest know-it-all that had ever existed. “Then I'll make her a breakfast she will never forget.”
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They didn't talk again. Theo kept glancing at him but Draco was lost in his own mind, considering all the shops he could owl that wouldn't say a word about his purchase of forbidden poison.
Trelawney announced the end of the lesson and Draco tried to stand up, but his friend grabbed his wrist and tugged down.
“You can’t kill Granger, Draco,” Theo said, giving him a warning look.
Draco chuckled and ripped his hand out of his grasp, getting to his feet and brushing invisible dust from his silver and green robes.
“Just watch me.”
He left the classroom without casting a backward glance at him.
The rest of their Slytherin classmates were leaving too, their faces showing their disappointment. As usual, no one had seen anything in the balls.
Theo covered his face with his hands and groaned into them.
“Potter and Granger." He let out a long sigh and ran both hands through his short curls, messing them even more. "We are really fucked.”
He gathered his things and stood up, following his best friend down the corridor. He needed to stop Draco before it was too late.