The Sight isn't something randomly given out to just anyone. It is a gift, passed on from generations of Seers. Cassandra was one of the elite few who were born with the Sight, and she had finally begun embracing it.

Throughout her six years at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Cassandra learned from her mother, Sybill Trelawney. Her mother had prophesied the reign of a terrible Dark Lord and the death of a young boy as the beginning.

Sybill showed her daughter the ropes—taught her to read tea leaves, chart patterns in the sky, uncover secrets those average witches could only dream of. She trained her daughter to designer runes and ancient languages without ever learning them. The Sight was her translator; she just had to learn how to ask for the information.

"Everything you need is already inside you," Sybill had told Cassandra. She placed a boney hand on her daughter's head. "You can do great things with that mind of yours."

Over the years, people called Sybill a con-artist—a fake. With Sybill, her Sight was fading, and she could only see short bursts of the future. On occasion, she would speak out verses of prophesies, but she would have no recollection of them.

"Sight fades with age, my star," she told Cassandra. "You must use yours while you are strongest."

The ridicule from her peers did not only effect her mother, but also Cassandra herself. People recalled the fire from her skin, fainting in the corridors, and rumors surrounding her connection to Barty Crouch, Jr., the man who murdered his own father and was killed by the kiss of a dementor.

However, their talk did not deter her from learning more about her Sight and trying to strengthen it. She could use the Sight to prevent wars and save people; it was not something she took lightly. She was like an athletes preparing for the Olympics—determined.

So, when she awoke from a dream about a devastating tempest, the ocean floor, a transparent woman, and a map in the stars, she was prepared to connect the clues and follow the twinkling map. Looking outside her window, she saw it in the night sky like a beacon or a point on a map.

She would follow the stars and find the woman from her dream. Cassandra knew this was her calling—her purpose. This quest could save lives and open her eyes to another truth.

She was on her way to making history.