I heard a crash as I reached for the polished door handle. I whiped around, startled. Sybil Tralawney was twitching violently, the heavy wooden chair on which she had been sitting was over-turned, and lying on the floor beside her as she writhed and squermed and twitched uncontrolabely. Then, suddenly, Sybil was still. Her eyes widened and stayed like it, glazed over, as if seeing something in the far distance. Her body was ridged and stiff as a board. Slowly she opened her lips ans spoke in a hourse rasp, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..."...