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Rating
15+
Chapters
22
Words
63,512
Characters
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, Snape, Trelawney, OC, OtherCanon
Primary Relationship
Other Pairing
Secondary Relationship(s)
Remus/OC
Genre(s)
Drama, General, Romance
Era
Hogwarts
Advisory
Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme
Story Reviews
213
Status
Completed
First Published
2008-04-04 8:19pm
Last Chapter
2009-08-11 1:51pm
Last Updated
2011-03-27 4:31pm

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 A Voodoo Vacation

Freddy ran up three flights of stairs to the apartment, her black satchel bouncing loudly on every step. A stitch clawed at her gut by the time she came to the third floor and she leaned against the moldy wall for a minute, panting.

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2 White Rabbit

Freddy leapt out of her chair, one hand sweeping up her notes, the other tightening in a fist.

“I feel like a white rabbit indeed!” she muttered at a tersely smiling McGonagall. “But tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, I
will be on time!”
 

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3 A Goat's Head

“Fat Freddy! Fat Freddy! Fat Freddy!” The singing goat taunted, interspacing every note with a loud, enthusiastic “baaaa!”

Professor Fotherby stormed into the staffroom, slammed the door shut behind her and screamed directly into the goat’s face, “Shut the bloody hell up!”


Unfortunately for her, the room was not quite empty.

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4 A Warning

Freddy sank against the pillar once more, worry bringing the blood back to her face just as quickly as fear had drained it away.

She didn’t believe in all that divination business, had never liked it from the start, as a matter of fact.

But she was sure, yes, sure that she had been warned.

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5 An Intriguing Interview

Fotherby’s voice filtered out of her office. “Next!”

Hermione pulled herself up and ambled over to the room.

Professor Fotherby was sitting at her desk. She glanced up briefly when Hermione came to the door, smiled and beckoned to her eagerly.

“Come in! Come in! Have a seat. I just have to finish this up, it’ll only take a second.”

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6 Ugly October

The note proceeded to unfold itself in a burst of blue powder. Loopy, careless handwriting scrawled across the stiff parchment.


Dearest Forbia,

I daresay you expected this letter, and I need not unfurl the workings of the Inner Eye on mere paper. We must talk. Let us have tea at the Three Broomsticks. I shall meet you promptly at three. Do not delay.

And do not be frightened.

Sibyl

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7 Tea With Trelawney

For perhaps the first time ever, Freddy thought Trelawney looked annoyed.

“Really,” she huffed, her bangles tinkering once more on the table as she slapped her palm down, “What nonsense! Tell me, Forbia, what did you see?”

Freddy felt forced to comply. A cough swelled in her throat and choked her. Her ribs seemed to tighten around her lungs as a searing pain shot through her chest.

“A building,” she panted, once the spasm had ceased. “A stone building.”

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8 Whispers in the Library

“Oi, I know you!”

Hermione started, her stiff shoulders slamming against the back of her chair.

Gangly Meg Carlisle, the Ravenclaw seventh year, dropped her faded bag noisily on the table, disturbing several pamphlets. She seated herself directly across from Hermione.

“You’re in Freddy’s class, right?”

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9 Echoes and Eavesdroppers

“I don’t know,” Freddy answered truthfully. “It’s awfully complicated…or not complicated at all. I haven’t told anyone except Sibyl.”

McGonagall’s brow furrowed at the name, and she looked decidedly cat-like. “Then there is something wrong.”

“Maybe.” Freddy felt at a loss, wanting to be both discreet and entirely forthcoming. “I don’t know…it’s…I’ve been having nightmares.”

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10 Reading Between the Lines

The book's title was in the Latin, but Hermione was able to decipher the subtitle: Sacred Dream Symbols-Divining One’s Destiny

Divination? 

Hermione cocked an eyebrow. Sure, Fotherby was a bit eccentric, but she couldn’t believe the professor would put much stock in all that divination business.

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11 Mr. Lias' Halloween

Turning off the High Street, Freddy headed towards the Hog’s Head and even contemplated stopping inside for some warm cider.

But then she caught sight of Mr. Lias just next door, teetering on top of a three-step ladder trying to clean egg off his store front.

Freddy did not bother to stifle her laughter when he tried to remove the mess with a summoning spell and ended up, quite literally, with egg on his face.

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12 Samhain Moon

Fotherby stared at him for a long second and Lupin was glad for the dark. He was sure she was seething. Her response, however, was more embarrassed than anything.

“Just leave me alone,” she said.

Lupin raised his eyebrows. “I don’t like being accused of something I’m not guilty of.”

“Well, neither do I!”

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13 Paranoia

Freddy was immensely proud of her article, “American Muggle Tuberculosis Sanatoriums as Magical Hot-Spots” until Professor Hendrickson wrote his commentary on it.

“Although Fotherby’s work with Muggle hauntings and hospitals may be considered unique, her conclusions are entirely based on a simplistic, new-wave school of thinking attributed to energies and forces which must be viewed with great scepticism by the scholarly community…”

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14 Poetry

His face was pale, and she noticed a fine sheen of sweat on his clean-shaven upper lip. “How are you doing, Forbia?”

Now it was her turn to stare. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

“Please.”

Lias fiddled with his dainty cufflinks. “It’s just…I don’t know. The rain. It makes you look like a drowned rat.”

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15 In the Grey

Again, Trelawney seemed to read Lupin's thoughts. “It is true,” she insisted. “She has dreams, you see, violent dreams. I noticed her talent at once when she came under my tutelage. But, ah,” she paused and sighed, “Forbia is stubborn and so very frightened. I think you will be the one to help her, though, Remus. Yes, it will be you.”

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16 Bleak Midwinter

“Please,” she begged him faintly, “don’t tell anyone.”

Remus stared at her.

“Please.” Freddy clutched his hand, channeling the last of her strength into her grasp. “Please, Remus. Please.”

 

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17 Dark Night of the Soul

It was only after all the chaos had settled, only after all the questions were asked and answered that Freddy was left alone…entirely alone with the memory of him.

And she was haunted.

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18 The Trouble with Coincidences

It happened quickly. Madam Pomfrey came out from one of the adjoining rooms and entered the infirmary.

The figure by the cabinets stealthily hid one of jars in the folds of his or her robes and then took a nervous step backwards.

“Ah, professor,” Pomfrey said. “Can I help you with something?”

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19 The Captain of All the Men of Death

The revelation hit Hermione with such a force that she jumped up, knocking over her goblet. The few students lingering in the Hall stared at her.

Coincidences, coincidences, what did they matter?

Nothing.

And everything.

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20 The Healer

For a long while, Freddy could recall nothing but darkness. It was a simple, sightless state. Peaceful. Restoring.

She slept without knowing, without thinking.

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21 Blame

Hermione stared at the white bed sheets that covered her legs. For some reason, she felt extraordinarily guilty.

She had suspected that Fotherby had let Sirius Black into the castle. And she had immediately connected her with Quirrell’s betrayal.

And she had failed…completely failed, to discover her sickness until it was too late.

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22 The Path Out Of The Woods

“If only philosophy was less cerebral and more emotional,” Freddy muttered, wrinkling her nose. “I’m going to have to relive my nightmares with no promise of awaking to find myself safe in bed.”

Lupin gazed at her sadly. “But it doesn’t have to be the same as in your dreams.”

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