With a wall shaking slam, the doors of the great hall flung open violently. Stepping through with that dramatic entrace was the Dark Lord Voldemort. Due to it being breakfast the day after sorting, all of the students were there for their schedules, and due to it being the Dark Lord 'You-Know-Who' panic insued immediately.

Professor McGonagall, passing out schedules to her Gryffindors and therefore the closest of the staff, immediately rushed forward, wand drawn, to confront the threat to her 'cubs'.

Almost too late, Harry Potter sneered at Voldemort, "what you do you want, Tom? Here to kill me?"

"You shall not lay your hands on the children while I draw breath!" the aged transfiguration mistress said sternly, in a scottish brogue.

With a sneer at the sheer audacity of the Professor, the Dark Lord responded, "I am not here to harm ANY of the children, today," with a pointed look towards the 'Chosen One' Harry Potter, "I am here to kill the woman who is the root of every problem I have faced in my struggle for pureblood supremecy and, of course, immortality."

With a pointed glare towards the head table, where his target was annoyingly absent, he continued, "Sybill Trelawney."

For a few seconds all was silent, with even Professor McGonnagal having a gobsmacked expression on her face before breaking out into a grin, "really!" Casting a stern glance towards our very own boy hero, she said sternly, "Mr. Potter! Show some respect to the Dark Lord." Moving from there she conjured several plush seats, one for the Dark Lord and each of his Death Eaters and invited them to sit, "you must'nt exhaust yourself whilst on such a noble quest."

Calling Colin Creevey forward, she said, "please, go and get Professor Trelawney, and tell her that the Minister of Magic is here to award her an Order of Merlin for passing the...noble...art of divination onto the next generation." It was obvious that even in the form of a clearly made up story, the old woman was very reluctant to address the topic of divination with anything but outright distain.

The young photographer rushed quickly out of the great hall and up to the divinations tower to get the batty seer.

In the succeeding lull, Professor Dumbledore, who is a well known proponent of second, third, and even forth chances to those who do not deserve it decided it was time to intervene before his Transfiguration Professor got his Divinations Professor slaughtered. "Ah, Minerva, might you perhaps be being a little too, harsh, on Sybill?" The resulting glare could have peeled wallpaper. "Never mind," with that the man of too many titles sat down, knowing when to choose his battles.

With the silence returning, and before anyone else decided to make a critically horrible life decision, Creevey the elder, Trelawney in tow, appeared in the Great Hall.

Unfortunately for her, Tom Riddle was a master with his wand and his years and many horribly disfiguring rituals as Voldemort did nothing but increase this prowess. So before she could even push her oversized glasses back up on her face, the Dark Lord had already cast 'Avada Kedevra'.

With a jolt, Minerva McGonagall found herself in her bedchambers and the preceeding events, much to her misfortune, only a dream.