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Harry tried to make sense of what he saw. It was too cloudy, unclear. He used the sleeve of his jumper to frantically clear away the dust trying to make the crystal ball clear. He braced himself as started to stare into the ball again. What was it? It looked like Malfoy Manor but it couldn't be, could it?
Flames licked up the sides of the great house, blackening the clean walls. The giant statues of magical beasts fell and crumpled, blackened by the fire. The tall towers at the corners of the manor seemed untouched in this battle of fire yet despite this they seemed frail and about to collapse. Harry shuddered; his forehead had a dull pain. He soon found out why. Above the manor came three black swirls of what looked like smoke, yet they moved like snakes through the air, twisting and looping as they approached the walls. Then came the collision. Splinters of wooden planks sprayed like a mini firework. As they fell, the shards caught fire and in turn set fire to other wooden objects below. The house was ruined. The black figures reappeared from the bowls of the house this time with two more swirls escaping from the fire each as dusty and dark as the other. High in the sky they made their final movements decorating the sky with what could only be the dark mark.
Harry focused back on the burning mansion. As parts of the manor collapsed, there in the crumbling doorway was the one thing that confirmed to Harry that this in fact was the Malfoy Manor. Draco.
A sweat broke over Harry's brow as he frantically searched the Divination classroom. There in the corner with his friends, Draco sat whining to his friends about how his father said that he wouldn't have to do Divination ever again. Harry couldn't breathe. He looked straight into the crystal ball, polishing it with is jumper sleeve again furiously. He just needed to scrape away the cloudiness.
There was no cloud though, just smoke, and as Harry stared deeper into the ball he saw more chilling scenes of Draco. He was bloodied and obviously injured. His leg jut out at a weird angle and whenever he moved his only method of travel was a slow movement with his arms out stretched and pulling the rest of his body up towards them. Draco left a trail of blood behind him as he slid across the floor. Harry could see that, in his bloodied hand, Draco carried a wand but it was snapped in two.
"Ah, Harry! What is it you see?" shrieked Professor Trelawney in her usual nutty tone.
Harry jumped at her voice. He started to talk, choking on his words. "I… I see fire." Harry made the rash decision to lie, "Dra-… And a girl."
"Ah! The fiery passion of love, Mr Potter excellent work," Professor Trelawney squealed, "Who is it, who is it!"
The whole class burst into laughter, Harry gazed over his shoulder, Draco was sneering. Harry felt a little part of him die inside, he had just seen Draco so very close to death and by the looks of it, it hadn't happened yet. Harry was going to have to keep a close eye on him this year.
Harry felt a hand lightly pat his shoulder. Hermione. Who else would want to comfort him so much? He glanced at Ron on his left who was laughing louder than anyone in the room. So Harry went on, "I think, it's not too clear but, I think it might be Bellatrix Lestrange." Harry fake gazed into the ball, "There's Death Eaters! Three of them… and two more."
Trelawney drew back, looking as though she were gasping for air. Her jaw shuddered uncontrollably. "He's back. Harry tell me, Harry speak to me."
Harry didn't say a word. He just gazed off lost in a world of troubles. It wasn't entirely true, Bellatrix wasn't there, but the others were. He looked around behind him. Draco wasn't even looking in his direction but the recent news hadn't seemed to affect him. He looked sideways to his group of Slytherin friends and laughed sarcastically.
Harry jumped to his feet glared at Professor Trelawney and scanned the faces in the room before he stormed out, trying not to stamp too loudly. He shut the heavy door behind him and as soon as he was sure nobody was following him, he ran.