Chapter 4 - A Lesson in Divination

A/N: Posted…at last. Enjoy.

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The rest of the class began to do as Professor Trelawney had instructed them. It was awkwardly quiet for a moment, but a few seconds later, faint whispers began to fill the classroom.

Hermione gave Avian a weak smile before greeting her. "Hello there…again."

Avian just nod at her a little.

"So let's get started, shall we?" Hermione firmly said and began to open the first page of her Unfogging the Future book while drinking her tea. Within the next few minutes, Hermione finished drinking her tea and looked up from her book to Avian, who has kept quiet since Professor Trelawney spoke to her.

Hermione notices that Avian haven't drink her tea but was staring intensely at it. Hermione was about to open her mouth but slowly decide against it and somehow finds herself staring deeply into the Olympian's eyes.

'She really does have beautiful golden eyes….looks as if it's glowing,' thought Hermione. Suddenly Hermione's eyes widen, 'Wait a minute! Golden?! Aren't her eyes supposed to be silver?!'

Hermione leaned a little and blinked her eyes several times to get a better view. Then abruptly, Avian reached for her teacup silently and finish her tea. Hermione tried to lean closer but Avian caught her and raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" Avian asked her, but Hermione didn't answer but kept staring at her eyes only to find it silver-gray.

"What….just happen?" Hermione finally managed asked her.

"What just happen?" Avian narrowed her eyebrows. "Do you mean the fact that Professor Trelawney suddenly touches my forehead as if it was made from gold? I have no idea." She shrugged her shoulder as she said so.

Hermione corrected her, "No, no, that's not what I mean. I mean…you were staring at your teacup and your eyes…"

"What about them?"

"It was glowing in golden and-."

Avian cut off Hermione's words, "Golden? My eyes aren't golden, they're silver-gray."

Hermione was about to argue at her back but Professor Trelawney interrupted them by telling them to drink their tea and try to interpret the patterns.

"Right, here you go." Avian gave her teacup to Hermione and she did the same. Then both of them started to turn their attention from the insides of the teacup to the Unfogging the Future book, again and again.

Within seconds Avian was the first to speak. "Done. I've finish interpreting yours."

Hermione was surprised at how quick Avian did it but patiently waited for her to tell the results, but she just stared back at Hermione without blinking.

"Well, what does the book say?" Hermione asked her.

Avian slowly looked down back at her book and softly sighed. "I could tell you, but would you believe it?" she looked back up at Hermione and one eyebrow raised at her.

"Well, of course no. The future of one's life isn't defined by a book." Hermione replied and continued, "But I would still like to know what the book have to say about my future."

"Very well then. But I must warn you, you're not going to like it." Avian turned her attention back her book. "Here, the book says that you will be successful through all your trials, but along the way a terrible event will happen in your life."

Avian paused a while, "It also states here that the terrible event is inevitable." She then looked back up at Hermione, her expression clearly annoyed and disbelieve at what she just had told her.

"I told you, you wouldn't like it."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, that's rubbish. I wouldn't believe that a book could decide one's fate or life." Then she leaned on the table, proceeding back to consult her Unfogging book.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying to Unfog Ron's future.

"What can you see in mine?" Ron asked him.

"A load of soggy brown stuff," said Harry. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.

"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.

Harry tried to pull himself together.

"Right, you've got a crooked sort of cross... " He consulted Unfogging the Future. "That means you're going to have 'trials and suffering' - sorry about that - but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means 'great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy..."

"You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me," said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction.

"My turn..." Ron peered into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat," he said. "Maybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magic...

He turned the teacup the other way up.

"But this way it looks more like an acorn... What's that?" He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future. "'A windfall, unexpected gold.' Excellent, you can lend me some... and there's a thin, here," he turned the cup again, "that looks like an animal... yeah, if that was its head... it looks like a hippo... no, a sheep..."

Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a snort of laughter. "Let me see that, my dear," she said reprovingly to Ron, sweeping over and snatching Harry's cup from him. Everyone went quiet to watch.

Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it counterclockwise. "The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy."

"But everyone knows that, " said Hermione in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her.

"Well, they do," said Hermione. "Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. In the meantime, Avian turned to Professor Trelawney, a concerned look at her face.

Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to Harry's cup again and continued to turn it. "The club...an attack. A very angered entity. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup..."

Freia, completely confused of who Hermione was speaking of, turn to Neville and asked in a whisper, "Who's You-Know-Who?"

Neville look at her with a shocked expression, "You mean you don't even know?!" Neville was about to tell her but was abruptly interrupted by Ron.

"I thought that was a bowler hat," said Ron sheepishly to Professor Trelawney.

"The skull... danger in your path, my dear...but wait, a clover leads the way…. "

Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped, and then screamed. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.

"My dear boy... my poor, dear boy no it is kinder not to say.. . no...don't ask me..."

"What is it, Professor?" said Dean Thomas at once. Everyone except Hermione, Freia and Avian, had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around Harry and Ron's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a good look at Harry's cup.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, "You have the Grim."

"The what?" said Harry. He could tell that he wasn't the only one who didn't understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at him and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.

"The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry hadn't understood. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! The half sphere of doom. My dear boy, it is an omen - the worst omen – of death!"

Harry's stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts -the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent...Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too.

Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair with Avian's cup still in hand.

"I don't think it looks like a Grim," she said flatly. Then she compared Harry's teacup with Avian's. Her eyes slowly widen and silently thought to herself, "What? How is this possible?"

Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike. "You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future."

Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side."It looks like a Grim if you do this," he said, with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks more like a donkey from here," he said, leaning to the left.

"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die Or not!" said Harry, taking even himself by surprise. Now nobody seemed to want to look at him.

"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. "Yes... please pack away your things..."

Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron was avoiding Harry's eyes. But Avian and Freia stared at him in a menacing way, and then Freia whispered something into Avian's ear before both of them turned away.

Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest when he saw this and wondered about what Freia was whispering.

"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney faintly, "fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear" - she pointed at Neville - "you'll be late next time, so mind you work extra-hard to catch up."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. It took them so long to find her classroom that, early as they had left Divination, they were only just in time.