Ron turned to the top of the stairs, but Amelia was no longer in front of him. "Amelia!" Ron steeped uneasily towards a room with an open door, the sight that greeted him child his blood. An old bed in the corner of the room had bite marks taken out of it and claw slashes, the duvet covered in dried blood, much like the rest of the room. Claw marks littered the walls, digging into the rotted wood. Chunks were missing, and bites were taken out of the wall. Amelia was standing in front of a large claw mark surrounded by blood, staring at it.

"Amelia, you good?" asked Ron, unsure if Amelia was able to hear him. She gave a vague nod.

Amelia reached up and touched the wall, feeling the uplifted splintered wood under her hand. Her head snapped back, her vision clouding around the edges.

The wall was fixed: no blood or marks. A blood-renching scream pierced her ears. A young hand with a scar running along the top reached up grabbing at the wall. Heart-wrenching sobs of pain joined the mix of violent screams. The hand falls, and the screams when quiet, a fur-covered paw slashed at the wall guiding it, a pained howl and a splatter of blood.

Amelia's head lowered, and she ripped her hand away from the wall as though it had burned her and fell to her feet. Ron ran over to her. "Amelia, what is it? What happe-

"We need to get out of here, now,"

"What?"

"Now!" shouted Amelia, scrambling to her feet. She grabbed Ron's hand and rushed him down the stairs and outside back into the snow, not stopping to even glance back at the shack till they were over twenty feet away from it, panting hard.

"Amelia, what happened?" asked Ron, putting his hand on her shoulders. She slapped them away. At least one thing was normal.

"I had a vision."

"What? A vision?" Ron asked, confused.

"A vision. Of the past. That gouge. I saw it happen." a pained look crossed Amelia's face.

"Yours saying you saw the past?" Ron asked, dumbfounded. He had heard about random visions plaguing young witches and wizards. It was common, and many outgrew it, but he had never met a visionary before.

"I need to tell Dumbledore!" Amelia rushed back to the shack, shutting the door and sealing it with a spell. "Ron, let's never do that again. Ever."

Ron chuckled breathsly. "Agreed. Now, let's head back. Harry is probably in trouble.""Or expelled" joked Amelia.