For the rest of the summer break, Diana felt so anxious that she had began to lose weight. And ever since she was younger, she always hated it whenever her mother told her how skinny she was and that she needed to eat more.

     With everything that was going on, Diana had lost almost all her appetite; from the arranged marriage to Evan, him being a Death Eater and his threats of hurting the people she loved, to the vision she'd had.

     So long had passed since her last vision that Diana had managed to convince herself that her first few visions were merely illusions that she had seen due to her lack of sleep.

     In the beginning, her visions had been mostly feelings. But now, she was sure that she had made an actual prediction. She had peered into the future and had seen the outcome of her actions and decisions.

     I can't let him die... I can't let it happen, Diana kept thinking to herself.

     But the more she thought about it, the more her left shoulder ached. It had happened before; she had felt a pain as if someone had stabbed her shoulder, and yet she couldn't understand why it kept happening to her each time she had a vision.

     I have to ask Professor Tennebris about this, Diana noted to herself, but she already dreaded seeing him at school again. Their Divination professor was by far the creepiest and weirdest human being she had ever met in her life.

September 1st came sooner than Diana had hoped, and she didn't feel ready to face Remus yet. She needed more time to come up with a way to prevent this marriage, because her vision had changed her previous plans.

Diana met up with Layla in platform nine-and-three-quarters after bidding her mother goodbye, and they boarded the train together with their trunks.

"So how was summer?" Diana asked her friend distractedly, trying to make a small conversation as they walked down the train's corridor to find an empty compartment.

"Miserable." Layla sighed in annoyance. "Have you been reading the Daily Prophet?"

"No. Why?"

Layla gave her a look, as though the answer should've been obvious. "Diana, You-Know-Who is getting stronger every day and his army is getting bigger. People are dying or disappearing every day. There were Wanted posters and Missing posters all over Diagon Alley. It's horrible times."

"Right..." Diana muttered absently, not exactly paying attention to what Layla was saying, her words sounding muffled to her ears.

Layla looked away sadly, saying quietly, "I know this isn't a big deal to you and that you don't feel threatened by the war, given the fact that you come from a Pureblood family, but it is a big deal. At least you don't have to worry about your parents disappearing one day."

At those words, Diana finally looked back at her sympathetically. "Are you really worried about your parents?"

"Of course I am," Layla said sorrowfully, frowning to herself. "I know none of my family members are Muggleborns, but I'm still worried. My dad is the head editor of the Daily Prophet. You-Know-Who's supporters at the Ministry had been approaching him in the last few months to convince him to write what they want in the papers."

   "What did they ask him to write?"

"About how Muggleborns are scum or how Muggles are the reason Wizards have to be in hiding — I mean, the second part is actually true — but they wanted my dad to write about how horrible Muggles are and how they were meant to be ruled by us. And I think by 'ruled' they mean to take Muggles as our slaves."

"Well, what did your father do?"

"He didn't agree, of course," Layla muttered. "They began to threaten him, so we had to go to hiding. He resigned from his post at the Ministry."

"Oh... I'm really sorry to hear tha—"

"Hang on! Is that...?" Layla had suddenly stopped at one of the compartments, glancing inside from its door's window. "It's Regulus! There's no way I'm letting him sit with those gits — hey, what are you doing!"

Layla had began to reach for the compartment door to open it, but Diana stopped her by grabbing her arm and dragging her away.

"Stop talking for a minute," Diana pleaded.

"Regulus was sitting with Avery, Mulciber, and Snape! Or are you blind?"

"Yes, I saw them —"

"So why did you drag me away? Those three will brainwash Regulus with their stupid beliefs!"

Diana didn't answer her. Instead, she opened the first empty compartment's door she found and dragged her trunk inside it, with Layla following after her.

     There was a big chance that Avery and Mulciber knew about her engagement to Evan. Diana didn't want to have a fight with them that could end up with them telling the whole school about their engagement.

  "What has gotten into you!?" Layla said irritably.

"I didn't want to come face to face with Avery and his friends," Diana said, quickly closing the compartment door behind them for some privacy.

"Why the hell not?" Layla frowned. "As far as I recall, you had no problem what so ever to put them back in their places and punch those idiots if needed."

"Things have changed."

"How, exactly!?"

"I'm being forced to marry Rosier."

Layla fell silent. She gaped at Diana with an her mouth hanging open, as though sure that she had heard her wrong.

"You — you're — engaged? To Rosier? Evan Rosier?" Layla said breathlessly, her eyes wide in shock. Even as she said the words, she couldn't bring herself to believe it.

"Yes," Diana whispered. "The wedding is supposed to be after I graduate from
Hogwarts. In July."

"But — but what are you going to do?"

"Well, that's the thing. Something terrible has happened. I wanted to talk to Remus —"

"Remus?" Layla shook her head angrily. "How are you thinking about Remus right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Listen, Diana. I like Remus. I really do. He's a nice kid, and I always rooted for you two together. Believe me, there's nothing I want more than you two ending up together and having dozens of cute little babies. But now's not the time to be thinking about him," Layla said logically. "I know this will hurt Remus. And yes, I know it will be a hard news to break to him. But he'll get over it in a year or two. But you have to live the rest of your life in misery, with Rosier. This is about your life. So what are you going to do about that?"

Diana dropped herself down on one of the compartment's seats, rubbing a hand over her forehead. "I know this wedding is going to ruin my life, Layla. And I know I can't go through with it. But there's a bigger problem."

"What?" Layla mused, sitting in front of her.

Diana let out a shaky breath before looking up at her. "I've had another vision."

"Oh..." Layla's face fell. "I thought you were done with them."

"I had thought so, too. But this one... it was different. It felt more real."

"What did you see?" Layla asked worriedly, afraid of the answer.

"I saw Remus. He..." Diana had to stop, gulping. "In my vision... Evan killed Remus."

Layla's eyes widened in horror, staring at Diana in disbelief. "Wh-what?"

"While we were at the Rosiers' house, Evan threatened me. He showed me his Dark Mark — yes, he's become a Death Eater already," Diana added when Layla's eyes widened even more. "He made himself very clear that if I didn't go through this wedding and didn't break up with Remus until Christmas, he would hurt him and the people I care about the most."

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing. I didn't have a choice but to say yes. I knew I had to talk to Remus about it first, so maybe he could help me come up with a way to prevent this wedding from happening. But that's no longer an option. Not yet, at least."

"Because you think that if you don't marry Evan, it will somehow cause Remus's death in the future?"

Diana shook her head. "Layla, you don't understand. It's not that I think this might happen. I know it will. I felt it. In my vision. I — I can't explain how, but the vision was like a warning that said if I went through with my plan, that would be its outcome."

Diana shuddered at the thought. She still couldn't take the image of Remus's cold and dead body out of her mind, laying down in the middle of the street as the rain poured heavily and Rosier stood above him with a wand in his hand.

Suddenly, the pain returned to her shoulder and Diana winced, grimacing.

"So... you're actually going to marry Evan?" Layla asked quietly, pursing her lips together.

Diana looked up at her again. "I don't know. But I have to talk to Remus first."