Ch.1 Her last Prophecy/Prologue

All was dark and quiet as the old professor sat by the fire, her gentle lips pressing upon a cup with some hot tea previously made a few minutes before. It was quite cold and drafty as the cool summer winds blew through her opened window and into the living room from which she sat, and the only light from which was seen was from the fire lit ablaze before her eyes. It was cooler then usual, she thought, and this she thought often. It had seemed that the days had slowly turned to nights, and each day seemed to carry a cold, bone chilling, mist that had not left in weeks. The sun had not been out since coincidently the funeral of Albus Dumbledore, and the rain had kept pouring for weeks. Coincidence? She wasn't sure, nor was she ever sure.

She had been labeled a phony at Hogwarts, and that stayed with her each day as the sun rose , and set. She was a good Divination teacher, and that horrible old worm named Umbridge ruined her life's pursuit. All her memories, and dreams of more to come was wasted so fast, and now she sat jobless. It had been about a year, and she tried to find work, but all seemed to have heard of her 'reputation' at her previous school, and none seemed to want to work with her. Unfortunate for her , she sat in her house after a years worth of job searching, and gave up all hope.

Her eyes rose as she read a clock reading 3:00 a.m. in the morning, and sighed softly to herself as her body felt quite tired. It had been a long day of nothing, and she felt that she needed to at least do something with her day which was to sleep. Moaning slightly Trelawney rose from her chair, setting her empty cup aside, and put out the fire. All was now dark in her home. With a soft murmur of 'Lumos' her wand made a slight path before her of light, and she walked slowly through the hallway. All of her sisters had drifted off to sleep hours ago, so of course she was the only one awake.

Finally after about five minutes of walking through her empty hallway, she reached the door from which she lived behind. The large oak door that she rarely ever left these days. The old professor prodded open her door to find the mess she had left in the morning. It was quite a picture. Clothes were thrown all over the place, with books all open with charms zooming by her , and all of her teaching things were thrown in the corner along with her huge eye glasses. She glided by through all of her things left on the floor, and just collapsed onto the bed. It was hard as a rock, but lately she had not noticed it. She gently shut her eyes, with no blanket on top of her, and just hoped that the rest of the night would go by before her.

A few minutes after she laid down to bed, her window abruptly blew open giving the strong summer winds the right opportunity to fill the room with its chilling atmosphere, and awoken the professor to where she sat right up into her bed. Her eyes suddenly widened as she screamed to the very top note her pitch could make and froze. Her eyes still wide open with not even a blink noticed, and when all was quiet for a few seconds her mouth began to move. Words finally came into play, and she spoke, "A Battle is amongst us. Towards the East many have come to the aid of the Dark Lord, preparing for a war of all wizards and none magic folk's time. The walls of his dark home churn with plans and weapons of despair, and the graves of the fallen from hell shake beneath their grave, ready to be reborn once more. The one born with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord's is growing more into a man, and is discovering that he is becoming more powerful then ever imagined. Soon, he will match the Dark Lord's power, to end all things..."
With one last breath, she fell. Her limp body laid across her bed with no breath in motion, and all was gone from Miss Trelawney as she gave her last prophecy.