What Does This Feeling Mean

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A/N: This is the first story I ever wrote, and I'm still writing it after all these years. It starts off kind of green, but it's only to slowly introduce you to the main character. I am aware of the many errors still in this story (as it documents my progression in writing over the years), and I apologize if that bothers anyone. I plan to completely rebuild this entire fic from the ground up sometime after I finally finish it. Until then, I still have no problem sharing it as it is. If you give it a chance, I hope you enjoy it! =^;^=


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Prologue - Meet Jewel

"You look tired sweety."

"Goodness, I am! That was tough!" I replied as I leaned back in my chair watching my mother walk out of the living room.

My name is Jewel Vablatsky. I come from a long line of foreseers, or fortune tellers, in muggle terms. My family dates back over three hundred generations, but of course, I can only remember about fifteen or so. In that time, my family has taught, written, and practiced the art of Divination. My father, Jacob Vablatsky, works for the Ministry of Magic. My mother, Julian, makes charms and works on potions in a store in Diagon Alley. My grandfather has done it all, but currently teaches at Hogwarts on an 'as needed' basis.

I had just gotten back from a whole summer of work at the School of the Divine, where I attended, and where my grandmother teaches. I will be transferring to Hogwarts for my 6th year, mainly to help my grandfather. I had received a parcel from Albus Dumbledore requesting if I could help teach Advanced Divination, because the Ministry was in need of my grandfather for a few months. I guess Professor Trelawney, who already taught beginning years of Divination, was too busy to fit his class into her schedule. I used to help my grandmother teach all the time, and regularly use my gift of Sight to help wizards get to a stronger sense of power by confronting fears, and issues they might not realize they have. I accepted the proposal, and asked for a full transfer. Thanks to that, I had to complete three months of school work from Hogwarts to make sure I would not be behind when my grandfather returned.

"How did it go?" my mother asked as she walked back into the living room. "Was Hogwarts lessons different from those from the Divine?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "but in a good way. I'll be able to learn things without having to emphasize on the meaning of the universe!" I chuckled at my own sarcasm, and my mother shortly chimed in with a giggle of her own.

She stopped and smiled at me. "You know, you are turning out to look and act just like your great grandmother did."

"Really?"

"Oh yes... hold on."

She got up, walked into the next room, and came back with a book. She skimmed through the pages and handed it to me when she found what she was looking for.

"Wow!" I said happily looking at my great grandmother Cassie as a teenager, twirling around in a photograph.

"See, that was her when she was your age!" my mom laughed as she took a seat next to me.

It was true, I had her tanzanite eyes, and long black hair that glistened blue and silver in the right light. Vablatsky woman never cut their hair, and hers and mine had both grown down to our knees.

"How do I act like her mom?"

"Well, I do believe she also saw our craft as a mission to help others, not just to find the answer to the cosmos. You both care more about people, and don't worry about what the future holds."

"Wow," I said again touching the picture wishing she was still here. She had died when I was seven, about ten years ago. I used to listen to her tell of her travels everyday about finding someone in need, and using her sight to help them. How I wished I could go with her to help, but my abilities were so strong, it made it impossible. I remember being five years old and walking outside to such tremendous noise that it knocked me to the ground. My mom told me I would scream 'Too loud!' and pass out from my head feeling like it was going to explode. My family tried to teach me to suppress the thoughts of others, but it took me an additional five years before I could walk outside again. Now I have learned to block out the telepathy I was strong with, but I have been struck with a different power.

Suppressing that ability made my hands a kind of crystal ball. If I touch the hands of another person, I am instantly sucked in to a trance with the other persons experiences and feelings meshed into a thunderous vision. It has become a blessing and a curse. I can still tune in telepathically to another's thoughts on command, except when someone has extreme emotions such as rage or sadness, those I can't block out. Now I can use my hands to look into a person's mind, and use that vision to help perfect them, or always wear gloves if I want to touch anyone without seeing their struggles of the heart.

My mom suddenly looked at her watch. "My, it's getting late my dear. You still have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up some last minute things right?"

"Yeah, I ran out of ink and parchment today, and I still want to get a new owl since Jezey decided to become a mother and abandon her post!" I said raising my voice while looking at my brown and yellow owl in her pen area. I got Jezey in my first year of school, and this summer she disappeared for a month. My mother had informed me at school that she had finally came home, built a nest, and had laid eggs.

"Well, get some sleep Jewels, and I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay mom."

I walked up to my room on the second floor, got dressed for bed, and crawled in between the sheets. This is going to be fun, I thought before drifting off to sleep. Sure, I had it all planned out.

TBC...