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Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is an alternate universe story I've been dabbling with whenever I'm feeling blocked with my other story (for those of you waiting for the next chapter of The Curator Chronicles don't worry, I plan to have it out soon, if not tomorrow). And I figured why not post it and see if anyone likes it. It's going to be pretty lighthearted, and I hope everyone enjoys it! Also, this story is going to be Drarry, meaning it will eventually contain slash, meaning a male x male couple, so if that's not your thing and you missed the pairing in the above summary then this story probably isn't something you'd enjoy. Although if you're curious anyway go ahead and check it out. Other pairings will be present too. I doubt that rating is going to go any higher than T. Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!

Divine My Heart

By: HowlingRain

I.

"Hey, where are you going, Harry?"

Harry turned to see Ron lounging on the couch closest to the fire, a cushy purple-colored thing that practically blended in with the floor rug it squatted on. He understood the need for a non-house color in the eighth year common room, but all the purple made him feel like he was living inside a grape. "Out on a Solo."

"Again?" Ron's nose scrunched in the way it did whenever he was disgruntled. "That's the fifth time this week!"

"So? I did this all the time in sixth year, and this summer, you just didn't notice." He left out the 'because you were with Lavender' and 'because you were with Hermione', but Ron picked up on the implication.

The redhead held his hands up. "All right, all right. Go off and enjoy your sulk or whatever. I'll be here. Alone..."

Harry's lips quirked, and he said, "You do that, Ron," before heading for the exit. Behind him, Ron released a loud and exasperated sigh, which Harry chuckled at but otherwise ignored. Ron would find something to occupy his time, even if it meant doing his homework. It would be good for the redhead to have some time of his own, even if he didn't know what to do with it yet. After all, with Hermione focused on attaining the highest scores ever achieved on her upcoming NEWTs, Ron couldn't very well bother her without getting his bollocks shrunk. As for himself...

Everyone knew that Harry went out on what the Gryffindors called a 'Solo' quite often. They liked to invent all sorts of reasons for why Harry would 'go on a Solo' and had ideas ranging from creepy to kinky on what he did during these Solos. Only a few people knew that Harry's Solos were actually a cover he used for going to Divination class.

As Harry took a roundabout route, involving several secret passages, to reach the North Tower and Trelawney's classroom, Harry pondered a question that commonly plagued him during his trips to the class. How would Ron and Hermione react if they knew what he was doing? He'd already calculated that if the general student populace learned of him pursuing Divination at the NEWT level they'd swarm him with questions, asking for their future to be told by the Savior. And once the students found out about it, there was sure to be an article in the Daily Prophet, and then a similar response from the rest of the Wizarding World. He didn't want that, but he was keeping the information from his closest friends for an entirely different reason.

Both Ron and Hermione were likely to believe that he was wasting his time.

The problem was: he'd been fine with them not knowing about it, with never telling them that he had some talent in an art that was considered obscure and useless. When he signed up to keep studying Divination, with only Lavender and Parvati as classmates, he and the girls had thought it would be cool to keep their lessons and the extent of their divining skills a secret. It was one of the only positive secrets Harry had, and he liked having it. It was also the only thing that kept him from being rather disgusted with Lavender during sixth year, but that was beside the point.

The things he learned weren't much use against Tom Riddle, and he had planned on being an Auror afterwards if everything worked out, so he'd never mentioned it to his friends, even when they were out camping in the wilderness together. But now things had changed. The war was over, and being an Auror wasn't looking as appealing as it once had. Harry started considering his other career options, and his skill in Divination had to be taken into account.

He reached the top portion of the North Tower, and pushed his thoughts about his friends and his career path to the back of his mind as he entered Trelawney's classroom. Perhaps wanting to start things anew after the war, Trelawney had thrown out all of the classroom's old decorations and furniture and replaced them with new ones. Now it looked like the inside of a colorful Arabian tent.

Parvati was sitting at a blue-clothed table that stood close to Trelawney's 'desk' and had her nose buried in a paperback romance with a winged woman and shirtless man on the cover, doing a decent impression of Hermione. Somehow, she looked a little lonely without Lavender to sit with her. At the periwinkle table behind Parvati, Luna was bending what appeared to be the decorative ends of spoons and forks into rings. Vaguely, Harry wondered if Parvati was going to continue ignoring Luna for the rest of the year, and went to sit at Luna's table, which put him and Parvati back to back.

"Hello, Harry," Luna said airily as Harry took his seat.

"Hello, Luna," Harry replied cheerfully. "Has the professor been in yet?"

"Not yet. The nargles think she's worried about something, but you know rumors. It's hard to say if they're honest."

Harry nodded, a sinking sensation making itself known in his stomach. Currently there was a rumor floating around the Hogwarts students and staff that McGonagall was going to cut Divination from the curriculum if more students didn't take it at the NEWT level. Harry wasn't surprised. After all, even with the seventh and eighth year students combined it was only he, Parvati, and Luna who were taking it. Of course, according to the rumors there were only two students taking it. Well, and two sixth years, but it seemed they hardly counted to the gossip mill.

Professor Trelawney came in then, appearing from behind a curtain of bright orange cloth adorned with golden embroidery. She didn't give the fabric her usual flourish when she went through it though, and her other theatrics were also missing.

"Terrible news, class," she began as she slumped toward her chair and table at the front. "The school board has forced Headmistress McGonagall to issue an ultimatum. If we can't get ten students to join NEWTs Divination for next year, the Divination courses will be scrapped!"

Parvati supplied an appropriate gasp of shock, and Luna looked mildly upset, but Harry could only focus on one part of Trelawney's announcement: we. He sighed. Clearly Trelawney was planning on doing something to raise the number of students joining Divination, and that something was going to involve them whether they liked it or not.

"What can we do to help, Professor?" he asked. He figured a preemptive strike would at least make the decision to help his rather than being manipulated into doing it.

"Oh, Harry!" Her eyes were watering behind her thick spectacles. "Thank you for volunteering! I was wondering if-"

"No," Harry stated shortly. "You can't tell them I'm in the class. They'll go crazy. I'll help in any other way that doesn't reveal my identity, but not that." He crossed his arms and glared at her to show his determination.

Trelawney flinched, and quickly nodded. "Of course. I'm sorry." She cleared her throat and addressed them all, "Does anyone have any ideas for how we might lure in some more students with our inner eye?"

Harry rolled his eyes at her wording, but it was half-hearted. Trelawney just wasn't her usual self today, and it was easy to see that she was trying hard to sound positive.

"We could offer readings," Parvati suggested, looking up from her intertwined fingers. "Maybe on Saturdays? For a couple hours we could do tea readings and rune casting or something for students. It would help us practice our skills as well. Although..."

She glanced awkwardly at Harry, and he nodded. Doing something like that could reveal his identity.

"We could wear matching outfits!" Luna said happily, pulling out some parchment. "I could design them. Something that wouldn't show who we were. People love mysteries. It might even attract Mirowing Mice!"

Trelawney nodded quickly even as Parvati gave Luna a nervous look (whether it was about the clothes or the strange mice Harry wasn't certain). "Hogwarts used to offer a Divination Workshop," Trelawney enthused. "It was sadly discontinued by the time I was hired, but we could certainly bring it back, with some adjustments, of course. I'd have to find out what room we could use..."

"I know where the old Divination Workshop room is," said Harry. The females in the room turned to him, and he felt a bit like he was under inspection. He often forgot how much more of the castle he knew than anyone else thanks to the Marauder's Map. "It's on the third floor, down the corridor that was out of bounds once." Parvati was staring at him. "What?"

Parvati shook her head. "Okay, so we'll have to check this room out. It's probably really dirty if it's been left unused all this time. The house elves should be able to clean it easily enough, but we'll have to decorate it. People will be more interested if the room looks nice."

"Luna's probably right about the mysterious bit," Harry added, "so we should tie that into decorations too. We can't just make it all look good though. We have to do a decent job with the predictions."

"Why, yes, of course, Mr. Potter." Trelawney hurried to grab some parchment and a quill and started scribbling out a list. "Let's see... Tealeaf reading is standard; they could be given their teacups while they wait their turn for a reading. Rune-casting and tarot cards should also make an appearance... Palmistry, of course..."

"We could offer different levels of readings," Harry said as his head started to spin thinking of the many different methods of divination that they could use. "Then we could take turns with who's focused on, say reading all the tea leaves one day and doing something like fire and smoke omens on another day, and we'd probably have to have a sign-up sheet for the readings that take more time."

"Maybe the younger years could get involved," suggested Parvati. "Tealeaf readings were the first ones we learned to do, so the younger students who were competent could do that while we do the harder stuff."

Trelawney agreed, excitedly writing down her ideas. Harry nodded. Luna held up a few pieces of parchment that she'd been drawing on since the conversation started.

"What about these ideas? I thought it should be mysterious, but it should also be cool. I wanted to hide our faces, but I didn't think masks were the best way to go, so we could put a charm on them to shadow our faces."

They leaned forward to get a closer look. Each piece of parchment had two sketches on it, one sketch being the outfit as worn by a girl and the other being the outfit as worn by a boy. Harry was drawn to the last one Luna set out, and pointed at it almost immediately.

Luna smiled at him and started to detail her plans. The robe Harry liked would be like a coat that was fitted through the shoulders, chest, and waist. It would flare out to almost floor length at the hips, with an opening at the front beginning there, allowing a girl's skirt or a boy's trousers to be seen. There would also be additional fabric falling from the shoulders to hang down next to the arms, and their arms would be covered by the long sleeves of a close-fitting shirt worn under the robe. A deep hood to go over their heads finished off the basic design. She imagined the robes done in violet, with the undershirt and skirt/trousers to be done in black, grey, or perhaps a lighter shade of violet like lavender or periwinkle.

Harry wasn't excited about all the purple. He already had to live in a common room that looked like a grape, and he didn't really want to be dressed like one too, but Parvati was all for the violet with a lavender skirt, and he didn't want to make a fuss. Then, to his dismay, Luna and Parvati insisted he go with them on the upcoming Hogsmeade trip to pick out fabrics. When Parvati started mentioning shoes and other accessories, Harry resigned himself to a long, complicated day of shopping.

He knew it would all be worth it though, when Parvati and Luna turned to him with matching expressions of happiness. Even Trelawney was in tears. He supposed, at the very least, it would give him something interesting to do now that he didn't have to worry about Voldemort.

A/N: I'm not sure why everything's so purple, I suppose I just like the color and it's not a House color. Harry doesn't seem to care for it much though. Anyway, I hope you liked the first chapter! Reviews are much appreciated, and constructive criticism, questions (answered via PM), and other comments are welcome!

Thanks for reading! :) ~ HowlingRain