Or do we sit here wondering?

Keera slammed her fist down on one of the tables, her expression stern, “Incorrect!”. She hadn’t meant to lose her temper like that- in fact, she had been trying her hardest not to, but it ate away at her brain when people claimed to be less powerful because of who their family was. Keera was a halfblood, and so, you could imagine how much she despised the prejudice towards anyone who wasn’t pureblood. She breathed in, “I apologize for my outburst. Surely you can understand my hatred towards blood statuses? I will try this again; Imagine if we banished the thought of judging people by what blood ran through their veins- who their families were, who gave birth to them- and just focused on how much power they possessed? Imagine if the wars between justice & injustice ended and there was no longer a need for groups such as Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix,” Keera began explaining in a more understandable way, taking a seat in one of the many wooden chairs along the table’s edge.

“There are really only two types of people; the powerful- which are the people who are gifted and choose to use those gifts- and the weak – those who depend upon the powerful to live their daily lives, to feel safe”- Keera held up her two index fingers –“Now, think about how smoothly things would work out if the weak” – Keera lifted one finger higher than the other “worked for the powerful”- she dropped the other finger lower, so that
one was a few inches higher than the other, representing the two categories. “We would find peace...” she dropped both hands into her lap and grinned widely to herself. “To find peace, however, improvements have to be made, and I need to help of you two- three- talented students to make said improvements. I believe that we can achieve peace if we eliminate what is causing the destruction,” Keera added. It wasn’t really peace that she was after- though it was a wonderful concept –she was after power; she wanted to put those who deserved to be on top, where they should be, sitting on thrones with their hearts filled with joy and pleasure, while the weak would get what they deserved as well…

Keera watched Aurora close her eyes and couldn’t help but wonder what was going
on beneath them. She stood up and walked over to a near cabinet and dug through it in
search of a pen. “Aha!” she mumbled when she found one berried beneath all of the bo-
oks and pieces of paper. She scribbled on her arm to make sure it still had ink and walk-
ed back over to where Aurora and Mariana were standing. “Try this,” Keera suggested,
handing Aurora the pen. She pulled a small notebook out of her deep vest pockets and
handed that to her as well, hoping that she would be able to sketch what she was seeing,
so that Keera could understand as well. She took a step back and watched, wondering
if Aurora would agree to help her.

Looking down at the picture, Keera tried her best to comfort Aurora- though she didn’t
feel she was doing a very good job at it, “Don’t fret, we don’t know who this drawing
is of yet,” she told her, looking up from the drawing to examine the student’s face expr-
ession. She was scared, clearly, and Keera knew she had to help her or else things
could end up turning against her. “Most seers see darker futures involving people who
they have met in the past or will meet in the future. It is common for you to see death,
Aurora, it is a burden, but it is also a great gift. For example, if we figured out who ex-
actly this is” – Keera tapped the drawing of the dying figure dressed in black –“You
could prevent their death,” she informed her, hoping that this was a bit more comforting
than her first try.

Keera looked over at Mariana, realizing she hadn’t said much to the girl in quite a bit of time, “Mariana, can you make out who this is?” she asked, waving the girl over, unable to see for herself any facial details or specific traits that would give the figure’s identity away. Keera hoped that Mariana would be able to use her creative way of thinking to come up with some sort of lead. Keera ran her hand through her tangled brown hair again; this was big, Aurora Nye was both a seer and a mind reader, and the best part was that Keera could possibly convince Aurora to assist her with her ‘mission’.

Keera stepped back and watched, for she could think of no other thing to do at the time. Besides, she was interested, and wanted to see how the young girl handled seeing the future. A Dementor? Keera looked back at the drawing that she held in her hands & nodded, it did look like one, only, it was a bit too dark of a drawing to see much of its cloak, which she supposed was the reason she hadn’t seen that in the image before. Keera brought the peace of paper closer to her face, examining every detail. Why would a young girl see the future of a Dementor? Keera wondered, but was swiftly corrected by her mind, No, no, your looking at this the wrong way- think about it, why would a Dementor be so close to the ground like that? Yes, look more closely. Do you see that? There is a human, a smaller one by the look of it- weak and broken –the Dementor was probably giving that person the Dementor’s kiss.

“And what does that have to do with you?” Keera wondered allowed, though she was speaking only to herself, glancing at Aurora. The child was breathing heavily, and she could tell she was struggling. “Dear Aurora, what is it that you feel when you see this creature?” she asked her, too busy with her thoughts to think about helping Aurora to her feet.

“It won’t happen that way if we do something about it while we can,” Keera said, trying to turn things around in her favor. No life? Does that mean that she has seen the end? No, that isn’t possible! My plan will work and there will be no more reason for bloodshed , she thought. Keera tore the piece of paper out of the notebook and with a flick of her wrist, taped the image on the wall. An idea was forming in her complicated mind. “Aurora… we could make a wall of drawings of all the things you see. We could piece them all together and try to make sense of it all- that is, if you want us to. You could still walk away and I swear to you I wont tell a soul, but I must warn you, if others find out you have these abilities at such a young age, they might try to use it against you,” she spoke, & something dark glinting in her eyes, but it was gone the next second.

Staring at the wall, Keera breathed in deeply; it could work, it could work extremely well, all she needed as Aurora’s cooperation. With both Jamie and Aurora’s gifts, they could know what the Ministry planned to do next, what sort of plans the Order would put into action, & how many DEs planned to continue fighting for a dead man. “wow…” Keera whispered, awe-stricken.