I wake up to the sound of Malia pacing across red and gold pillows. "Couldn't sleep?"
"Yes." Malia plops back down, looking solen.
"Hey, you don't need to hide from me," I told her. "Last night, you know that spell book I was reading. It wasn't actually a spell book, it was a book about prophecies."
Malia lays her head down on a pillow. "I don't want to talk about prophecies right now."
I rolled my eyes and started talking. "Most of the book was terrible, being writen by Trewlany, but there was one point that wasn't writen by her. It was a notation by Snape, who gave me this book by the way. He said 'prophecies can be broken.' Okay?"
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. "Snape said that?" I nod.
"Here, we can go to sleep together." I take her hand, and my fingers slide over her scar. Suddenly:
I see Hogwarts in front of me, burning. People are screaming. I'm being held, claws to my neck. Greyback in holding me hostage at the Womping Willow. And I see Grim with his mother. Ooh, that means I'm important. I see Malia walking towards me, must be to free me. This is a weird dream. But then Lily pushes her into a fire? Screaming all around.
Malia shakes me awake, fear in her eyes. "Robin, what just happened?"
"I touched your scar and I had like, a vision..." I didn't want to tell her, but she pratically made me.
Malia stared at me. "We can't tell Lily," she whispered.