"How did you get there?" Ron gaped and Abigail looked up to find Harry and Hermione entering the room, hopefully having completed Dumbledore's suggestion successfully. "I was talking to you there," he pointed to the middle of the room, "And now you're there."

"What's he talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked in faux confusion. Abigail looked between the two and she almost felt bad for Ron. He had caught on the fastest to everything and yet they still left him out of the loop.

"I don't know," Harry replied, fighting down a grin.

"Honestly, Ron," Hermione shook her head, "How can somebody be in two places at once?"

Ron turned to Abigail with wide eyes. "You saw them, right?" he asked. "I mean, they were-they were right there. And then..."

"I think you're tired, Ron," Abigail interrupted. She patted the boy's uninjured leg, "Maybe you should get some rest."

"But-" Abigail shook her head, successfully cutting him off before she got up and joined Harry and Hermione. She lowered her voice, "Did you guys do it?"

"Sirius flew off on Buckbeak and they are on their way to safety," Hermione nodded. "Close call but we did it."

"Good," Abigail smiled and Hermione made her way over to a still very confused Ron.

"I never got the chance to talk to you about what happened yesterday," Harry announced and Abigail turned to look at him. "Before you passed out."

Abigail glanced over at Hermione and Ron who were talking amongst themselves before looking back at Harry. She carefully took his arm and guided him out of the room, allowing the door to shut behind them. "What happened?"

"You did come down from your room," he explained and she frowned slightly. "But you left as soon as you entered the Great Hall. I went after you, and you said something..." He seemed nervous which only worried the girl further. "Only, it wasn't entirely you..." he trailed off, "It was like someone was speaking through you. You told me the one who betrayed his friends would return tomorrow night and then-"

"And then Pettigrew returned," she finished for him and he nodded. She paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to explain. "I've been having these dreams," she began, "Things I shouldn't know." She shook her head, "Things that aren't normal dreams because they are things that haven't happened but they do eventually occur."

Harry watched her for a moment, clearly trying to process what exactly she was saying. "It's how I knew Peter was the rat," she explained, "I thought it was just a dream. An overactive imagination or something." She bit her lip, looking behind herself for a moment. "At the Quidditch game," she began, "I knew you were going to fall off your broom. Well, I didn't know. But I had dreamed about it the night before."

"What exactly does this mean?" he asked her.

"I have no idea," she answered honestly. "I'm still trying to figure it out myself. Don't tell anyone," she begged. "Please."

"I won't," he promised. "It stays between us."

"Thank you," she breathed out a sigh of relief. "Really."

He glanced behind him, seemingly still nervous about something. "I know this year is coming to an end..." he began warily. "But over the summer, if you ever want to...I don't know. Talk or whatever? Um, feel free to send me a letter."

Abigail smiled at this. "Yeah," she nodded, "I'd like that."

He beamed, "Really?"

"Yes," she agreed, "Really."

"You shouldn't have to leave," Abigail pointed out as she stood in front of her father's desk. "It's not fair."

"I don't have to leave," Remus pointed out. Dumbledore had told him that he was welcome to continue teaching if that's what he desired. Now that the ministry had been wait aware of his condition, the parents would know doubt have some complaints about a werewolf teaching their students. "But it's for the best."

She frowned, "No, it's not."

"You have the feast to get to," he reminded her. "I'll see you at home."

She made her way to the Great Hall and as soon as she arrived, Hermione spoke quickly. "Will you be coming back next year even though your father isn't?"

Abigail nodded, "He said I could, so yeah, I'll be here."

She squealed before pulling Abigail into a hug, taking her by surprise, "It's been nice having another girl around. I'm not sure how much longer I would have made it with just those two."

Abigail laughed at this, "They aren't too bad."

"You'll get bored of them fairly quickly," she countered. "You'll see."

"Stand back, I said!" Ron exclaimed. "Or I'll take it upstairs if you don't settle." Hermione and Abigail pushed their way through to see what was going on and saw that there was a new broomstick on the table for Harry.

"Harry," Dean spoke up, "Wherever did you get it?" Hermione and Abigail maneuvered their way to the front to find the horribly wrapped gift on the table. Abigail picked up the paper attached to it as everyone swooned over it.

"Can I have a go, Harry?" Seamus requested. "After you, of course."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked in confusion as he tried to move through the group of people.

"Quiet, let the man through," Ron demanded. "I didn't mean to open it, Harry," he explained as the boy approached him, "It was badly wrapped. They made me do it."

One of the boys scoffed, "Did not."

"It's a Firebolt," Ron explained. "It's the fastest broom in the world."

"For me?" Harry inquired as he looked it over. "But who sent it?"

Ron shrugged, "No one knows."

"This came with it," Abigail spoke up and Harry turned to see her holding a piece of paper. She handed it over to him. She grinned as he took the broom in his hand and she passed him the note that came with it. "Try not to fall off this one, would you?"