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Curiosity was something that Harry was familiar with. After being shoved into the wizarding world he had found himself in a perpetual state of curiosity. It had taken him a while to get used to his new surroundings and magic in general.
However, there was one thing that Harry was still confused about, one thing that he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. That thing was a fellow student and pompous pain known as Draco Malfoy. Now Harry was fairly interested in their rivalry but he was more invested in a certain tick the blonde had and obviously hated.
Draco Malfoy had introduced himself by blurting out the prophecy that had led to Harry’s parents being killed. Glassy-eyed and monotone the blonde was shaken out of it quite literally by one of the large meatheads Harry now knew was called Crabbe. He had blinked a few times before apologizing absently and steamrolling onto his actual introduction.
The boy who lived had been rather annoyed with the blonde for bringing up stuff that wasn’t his business before a bushy-haired girl had butted in asking Draco if he was a seer. The other boy had glared at her, he told her to go away and that nothing happened.
Harry had asked Hermione a week later what a seer was. She’d told him it was someone who could tell the future and that it was quite obvious that Malfoy could see visions but could not control himself leading to everyone around him hearing what he saw.
After that revelation, Harry made sure to listen to what Malfoy said because he could say something useful. So far there had been nothing, future seeing powers be damned, the guy was a git.
Harry pushed the thoughts out of his head, he was on his way to his first flying lesson. It was going to be great, and it was until Draco Malfoy’s eyes turned glassy, his pupils dilated and his whole body became lax.
“Only a fool would keep a thing like that locked up in a school” his voice was monotone and droned “It sleeps like a log, the three-headed-” the Slytherin was interrupted by a dainty hand slapping him across the face.
Harry could understand, he felt like slapping the blonde once or twice but he wanted to hear the end of the prediction.
“OW Pansy! What was that for?” he whined to the dark-haired girl.
She shook her head at him and sighed “You were telling prophecies again Dray and class is about to start.” the blonde looked around, face going slightly red when he realized he’d gained an audience.
“It was stupid anyway, hardly worth the vision,” he muttered.
Draco spent the rest of the lesson being a bully and making Harry want to punch him. In his annoyance, Harry almost forgot the prophecy.
He later realised that this was the second vision of his that Harry had witnessed.
Later that day, rushing back to the dorms with his companions, Harry listened to Ron complain and couldn’t help but agree with them both. What were they doing keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?!
Had Malfoy seriously managed to predict this?
“It sleeps like a log, the three-headed-” Dog.
Malfoy thought that was Stupid?
Harry was amazed by the sheer size of the troll, even an hour later he was in awe. Hermione, Ron and him were on their way up to the Gryffindor dorms when the girl sighed. “That was all my fault”
Harry scoffed “What do you mean!? It's not like you knew there was going to be a troll!”
The girl stopped and turned to them “But I did!” she exclaimed “Malfoy bumped into me last week and told me a prophecy about how that bathroom could be my doom.”
“Then why did you go there?” Ron asked incredulously.
Hermine gave him her most “Are you serious look” To which Ron blushed and looked away ashamed “Oh right”.
The redhead was still looking bashful and guilty when he and Harry entered their room. He flopped on his bed. “ I hate that guy. '' Harry blinked in confusion, he was about to ask who when Ron continued. “Bloody Malfoy had one of his stupid prophies in potions while you were getting ingredients, he said I should think before I speak or forgiveness I shall seek.”
As Ron burrowed deeper into his sheets Harry thought, that's four successful predictions, was the blonde ever wrong? What did this mean for the prophecy about him and Voldemort?
The next time Harry saw Malfoy the boy was able to get out something about cloaks, mirrors and what can and can’t be seen before a dark-skinned boy forcibly removed him from the room by casually throwing the boy over his shoulder. He was followed out by Pansy and the meatheads.
Harry grinned, that kinda sounded like the name of a rock band.
The dark-haired boy wondered why the Slytherins were trying to stop people from hearing Draco’s predictions; It was probably Snape’s fault.
Harry was sure that Snape was up to something, he just knew it.
After being gifted his father’s invisibility cloak Harry was willing to admit that Draco was on his way to another successful prediction.
The mirror of Erised was all he needed to say that the Slytherin prince was the real deal, five successful prophecies down and more to come probably. Most likely, considering the fact that Malfoy’s visions appeared to be becoming more frequent.
The last prophecy Harry heard from Draco that year wasn’t even a prophecy. Malfoy simply grabbed Harry’s shoulder and subtly shoved something into his hand before continuing on his way muttering about stupid Gryffindors.
“What was that about?” Ron asked as he and Hermione came up on Harry’s other side.
Harry walked them out of the classroom and around the corridor, away from the rest of their peers. Hermione and Ron were asking him questions the whole way but Harry knew that Draco didn’t want someone to see whatever he had given him. He looked around making sure there was no one around the little alcove they had ducked into.
He lifted his hand and looked at the contents, an unassuming piece of folded-up parchment.
“A note?” Hermione asked, reaching to grab it. Harry pulled away from her and started to open it, Malfoy had given the note to Harry; it was only fair that he read it.
Hermione made a slight affronted noise and Harry sent her an apologetic look before reading the fancy script handwriting.
Potter,
As much as I dislike communicating with you and your lackeys, I feel that I have to relay a message.
Recently instead of my usual annoying, unavoidable visions, I was contacted by a spirit. I don’t care if you believe me or not but a red-haired woman wants you to be careful around Professor Quirrell, she says he’s hiding something but my visions (as unhelpful as they are) say he’s two-sided. What that means I don’t know, my visions make sense to the people they concern mostly.
I’m only telling you this so she will leave me alone.
Also tell your friend with the bushy hair to take this book from the alchemy section, alchemy, ancient art and science. It should be helpful in your search.
Malfoy.
The trio stared down at the message. “Bushy-haired? He knows I have a name right?” Hermione asked.
“He probably doesn’t know your name.” Ron muttered while re-reading the note “he most likely thinks you’re below him.”
As Hermione started to complain Ron interrupted her “Does this mean he can talk to ghosts now? Or well… spirits?”
Harry shrugged “I don’t know” his eyes focused on the words ‘ red-haired women.’
Was that his mother?
If she would go to the trouble of talking to Draco Malfoy of all people she must have needed to tell him to stay away from Quirrell.
But then again Draco was in Slytherin, there was a slight chance that what was in the note was true but there was also a high chance that Draco had been told to send this by Snape.
Maybe Snape had set this up to throw them off the scent. Harry didn’t know what to trust. Perhaps they should wait a while and see what happened after all Draco’s predictions usually came true within a week.
Over the next few months, Draco avoided the trio like the plague, Hermione had tried to thank him for helping her find out about Nicolas Flamel but he just ignored her as Pansy dragged him away.
Harry had not heard from the blonde apart from snide remarks and threats. No prophecies or predictions at the smallest hint of one coming on Draco would be removed from the class or situation by Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle or Blaise (as Harry now knew he was called).
By the end of the year even though they had been stuck in the forbidden forest together for detention Draco had still barely talked to him.
Harry didn’t care but he liked to puzzle out Draco’s prophecies.
Harry had not seen Draco get a vision in a while so the events of that Friday’s potion class had been a surprise.
It had been rather funny when Malfoy had started to spout the answers to Snape’s upcoming test causing the man to glare and thank him for giving him more work.
Malfoy had looked rather embarrassed as he’d muttered an apology.
Harry thought Snape deserved to lose a Saturday to writing an exam, for being such a prat.
As time went on Draco’s message came true, Quirrell was two-faced if you count having a dark lord seared into the back of your head as being “two-faced”.
He remembered sitting in the great hall after coming out of the hospital wing, Draco caught his eye and glared hard as Dumbledore declared Gryffindor had won the house cup. The blonde did not look surprised in the slightest. Ron distracted him with a bruising hug as his ears filled with cheers from his housemates.
Malfoy was still glaring when he looked again.
Although the guy was a git Harry had to admit he’d helped them and he kinda felt like he should thank him.
Then Draco laughed when Flint jinxed Neville’s shoes causing him to trip and Harry decided the seer didn’t deserve his gratitude.