Different

breakouts

Professor Umbridge was officially the worst person known to all of man-kind, and that includes Voldemort. She had made Claire go to detention for a week straight, and her hand was constantly in so much pain that she couldn't use it. On top of that, she kept making so many decrees that Claire didn't know what she was allowed and not allowed to do. She was just glad that a Hogsmeade weekend was coming up, although she would be spending it with Annabeth, Daphne, and her date since Daphne had to hide that it was a date from everyone else. Annabeth had kindly agreed to come with them since Leo wouldn't be there.

"Don't pick at it," Harry said, snapping her out of her thoughts as they patrolled the hallways. It was one of her few solo patrols as prefect, so she asked Harry to come along.

"It itches," Claire complained. They both had their hands wrapped up from Umbridge's detentions, and Claire had gotten into the habit of picking at her scars and opening them up.

"I know, but you know it's just going to make it worse," Harry reminded her. Claire groaned but nodded and stopped messing with her hand. "You seem to be doing better and not forgetting things as much."

"Professor Snape has been brewing me a potion," Claire explained. "And with Umbitch watching me all the time, I've had to get better at hiding it. She just knows too much about me. I don't like it."

"She knows I was talking to Sirius," Harry told her. "She said something about it, but she has no actual proof."

"He'll be fine," Claire said, but she sounded worried.

"Claire, have you had any visions lately?" Harry asked.

"I'm usually having one every day, not counting my dreams," Claire nodded. She had a whole notebook hidden, and she would have to get a new one soon.

"Have you seen a long corridor?" Harry asked nervously.

"With orbs on the side?" Claire questioned. Harry nodded, looking a little scared. "Harry, how are you seeing that?"

"I don't know," Harry admitted. "I've been dreaming about it. I keep almost making it to the end when I wake up."

A sharp pain went through Claire's head and she winced. It was like she was crossing over into unsafe territoires.

"Let me try something," Claire suggested. She grabbed Harry's hand and checked to make sure that no one was around before entering an old classroom. She closed her eyes and focused on the vision, hoping that Harry could see too. But just like always, she ended up at a dead-end, getting forced out before she could see anything.

"That's when I always wake up too," Harry told her once she let go of his hand to break the connection. Claire frowned and looked confused.

"Something is stopping us from seeing further," Claire mumbled, mostly to herself. She knew that Harry looked up to Dumbledore, but she didn't want to only tell him little bits and pieces that would only cause more stress. "Just...don't tell Dumbledore about this unless you have to. I've got it under control."

Harry looked unsure but he nodded anyways.

"Tell me if you see anything else," Claire instructed. "My shift is almost over and I'm exhausted. I'll walk you up."

"How would you feel about being part of a secret group?" Harry asked while they walked.

"I technically already am," Claire reminded him.

"One that I teach," Harry explained. "We have to learn how to actually use magic. Hermione suggested it and Ron wouldn't take no for an answer. We're having a meeting at the Hog's Head."