Chapter 1: Trelawny's Exit
Much had changed in the twenty-one years since the Battle for Hogwarts. Harry had worked for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror for fourteen years before Professor McGonigal, who was now Head Mistress, had asked him to return to Hogwarts and fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry had consented, in the interest of building a quieter life for himself, Ginny, and their three children. Plus, if anyone knew the importance of preparing the younger generation to defend themselves against dark magic, even now, in a time of peace, it was Harry.
McGonigal had also appointed him the new head of Gryffindor House, a position that she had held when he was a student at Hogwarts. Just prior to the start of term his fifth year of teaching, he and his fellow teachers were summoned to the astronomy tower.
Upon arriving, he found Professor McGonigal, Hermione, (who had been visiting Professor McGonigal) Neville, Draco, Hagrid, Flitwick and all the rest of the Hogwarts teachers, gathered round the limp body of their colleague, Professor Trelawny, who had taught divination for many years. Kneeling at her side, was Madam Pomfrey, who appeared to be trying to determine what exactly was wrong with Professor Trelawny. Suddenly she looked up at them with a forlorn expression on her plump face.
"What happened?" Professor McGonigal demanded.
"Nothing Minerva; absolutely nothing, and yet Sybill is on her way to the other side. Her time has come, that is what happened. There's nothing to be done I'm afraid." Madam Pomfrey replied, rising to her feet beside Professor McGonigal. "It's hard to say, but it appears that she has only minutes left."
Suddenly, Professor Trelawny's eyes went a cloudy white, a sure sign that she was in a prophetic state. She rose to an upright sitting position and stared up at her fellow professors, her head swiveling between Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Draco. Then, in her hoarse, hissing, prophetic voice she began to speak, but her words were inaudible. Whatever she was predicting she mouthed it shakily and then the vision ended.
At once, Professor Trelawny's eyes cleared again. She then fell to the ground, dead. Madam Pomfrey knelt beside her once again to make sure, then, having confirmed it, she moved a gentle hand slowly over Trelawny's face, closing her eyes so that she looked as though she could be sleeping.
