Hermione's Prediction
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, but the plot!!!
It was nearly Christmas, and Harry was a bit disappointed, everything
seemed normal, no strange three headed dogs, no misplaced snakes, no one
had escaped from Azkabam, or any wizard tournaments coming up. Harry
looked sadly at his lunch, "What's wrong Harry?" Ron asked him. "What, oh
nothing Ron." Harry replied. Ron started eating again. "Are you sure you're
alright Harry? If there's anything wrong then you should tell us." Hermione said.
"Well-" Harry started. "What?" Ron asked. Harry sighed. "Nothing, nothing is
happening, and it's nearly Christmas..." "Oh really Harry, Hermione said, "does
something have to happen every year? I think we could use a break."
After lunch Harry and Ron headed to Divination, this year they were
sharing with the Ravenclaws, and Hermione went to Arithmancy. In Divination
Harry sat and rolled his eyes as Professor Trelawney said that Harry's death
was to take place this year, some Griffendors' and a few Ravenclaw girls gasped. Even Neville thought it was getting old. Dean Thomas had fallen asleep, and
Professor Trelawney was not pleased.
The next day Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast. "Yes,"
Ron said, " it's Saturday, no work." "Ha," Harry stated, "I've got Quidditch practice." " Harry," Hermione asked, helping herself with some bacon, "who is the new team captain?" Harry had a grin on his face, but Ron let out a small sigh. "What?" Hermione asked, "Is there something I missed?" "No, but the new team captain is Fred!" Harry said trying to keep a straight face. "Ya," said Ron, " and guess who they put on the team." "Who?" Hermione asked. "Ginny!" Ron said sounding a bit annoyed. "Is she good?" Hermione asked Harry. 'I donno," Harry replied, this is our first practice.
Harry started to the field with his Firebolt. Everyone was already there, except for Fred and Greoge. Everyone started to get bored, so they started playing Quidditch for fun. Harry was impressed Ginny was pretty good. An hour had gone by and neither Fred nor Greoge had shown up. So they packed and headed to the Griffendor tower.
When Harry got there he was very mad, for when the portrait sitting on the chairs were Fred and Greoge. "Fred, Greorge, " Harry said. "What? Oh hi Harry." Greoge said. "Fred, " Harry said, "I thought you said we had Quidditch practice." "Fred," Greoge said to his brother, "how could you forget?" "I didn't, " Fred replied," when I said it would be at ten, I ment tonight." No one was at all pleased.