Harry Potter 7 with your people!!

The rain was pattering sofetly, creating a pit,pat,pattersort of tune. Skye was humming, as she had no betterthings to do.

Skye looked out of the window, watching the gloomy rain. Geez, this is really boring she thought. She put Ophilia on her bed, took out of her trunk, a book with a leathery cover with a silver dragon in the middle. She opened the book and looked at the first picture. What was sketched out in pencil, was a drawing of a 9 year-old Skye withering in pain, with a middle-aged guy with jet-black hair that was shaded in,and startling green eyes that was colored an electrice green. The man seemed to be laughing while a jet of green light bursted out of his wand, hitting Skye. In the backround,were two 14 year old twins(Chase and Travis, her twin brothers) who were tied to chairs and gagged,with fightened and worried expressions on their faces. She sighed and turned to a empty page. What's going to be drawn next? A picture of me dying? Skye wondered. Her body froze, then a chilling feeling went down her spine.Oh no.. Skye thought. Atomaticly, her hand reached for the pencil and started to draw. After five minutes, she stopped. She looked to see what she drew this time and gasped. The picture seemed to be a deual between Harry Potter and Voldemort, both on their knees. Behind them, the castle was in ruins, with dead bodies. A group was surrending the two, but was held back. "Bloody H* ll" She muttered. Looking around, to make sure no one saw her, she quickly put the book back.

After ten minutes of doing nothing, she sighed and got the book back out. She flipped through the pages, seeing all the other drawings she had drawn. A picture of Cedric dying, while Harry knelt near his cold, lifeless body. A drawing of a group of kids, standing in a hall with shelves full of orbs. Dumbledoor being hit by Avada Kedavra. No matter what she drew, they were all importent, one way or another.

She mentally screamed. Why did she have to had the gift of the second sight? All it was to her was a curse. Pretty much all she ever drew were disasters. Example 1) The first thing she drew was the drawing of her being crucioed by Jack lison(He was a deatheater) Example 2) That fatal car car crash when her mother died.Example 3) The Tri-wizrd torament disaster, and you pretty much get it.

She snapped it shut in surprise."Have what? What are you talking 'bout??" She said nervously, while she kept pushing her hair behind her ear. She always did this when she was nervouse

"You know it?" She sighed."Yeah, I do.." She said with a depressing tone

"I guess so... but the thing is that all I ever draw is tragedies..." Her eyes was focus on the first picture. She remembered that night like it was yesterday.

Skye sat there, her mind turning like gears intertwining. Her eyes locked onto the last picture, the duel between Harry and Voldemort. " I don't know, since I'm smart in everything exept the Romance department. But I think that you should let your heary decied."

"Well, then I don't know what to do." She said. Her body froze again, and that same feeling" Wat the?" Her reached foer tbe pencil, and drew. When she finished she saw the picture." Uh, this might help you." The picture showed Blue in between Harry and Singe, looking as if, Who should I choose?

"Ok then. If you need me, I'll be here.. Wait, I have one question. How do you know 'bout the second sight?" Skye asked.

OOC: She meant, that Skye thought she was the only person who knew about the second sight(That's what I) call Skye's power