Harry and Ron sat in divination, minds nowhere near where their bodies are. Ever since Dumbledore had jokingly said Trelawney was a fraud- even if he'd only said it to sooth Harry's nerves-, he'd had no inclinations whatsoever towards the class.
He wouldn't say that that was his least favorite class. No, that spot was for potions and even though Slughorn's been almost great so far, well they say your 'first' always leaves a mark. Snape certainly left his. He hadn't liked the man, though he knows now that Dumbledore trusts Snape, he was crap at the subject and to top it all off, he had lost points on a minute basis in that class.
He didn't notice when class had ended but Ron's hand on his shoulder jerked him back to the present and to an empty classroom.
"Harry, mate, class is over and i have to go because Hermione and i, well we have umm... things to do"
"No problem. I'll catch up "Ron fled the room. Harry gathered his books and got ready to leave only to be stopped by Trelawney's hand gripping his arm. Immediate dread filled him as he remembered the last time this happened. He tried to pull himself away but the woman seemed to have acquired the strength of 50 grown men and wouldn't let off. Harry steeled himself for what might come, hoping to hell and back that this time, it wouldn't be news of impending doom.
Trelawney cleared her throat.
"It's going to stop" she said slowly, almost lovingly. What the hell was she talking about? Harry had no time to ponder and wonder as she seemed to have remembered that she had more to say "The loneliness. It's going to stop. It'll come from whence the music comes. Be vigilant, for it will come from where you least expect it" she finished and coughed, smiling down at Harry as if it was the first time she was noticing his presence. "boy, is something the matter? Do you need my help with something?"
"No thank you. I have everything i need- and more- so I'll be leaving. Please excuse me" Harry said and exited the room. He was both relieved and confused. Relieved that at least someone's death hadn't been predicted and confused because he hadn't even realized he was lonely There goes a beautiful day. Trust Trelawney to kill any mood-
He sighed. The strangest thing was the manner in which the prophesy- is it?- was given.
'And it will come from where you least expect it'?
What was that? He decided not to tell anyone about this,- somehow, he felt if anyone knew about it, they wouldn't be so happy about it.- and figure it out on his own.
Where you least expect it? Maybe it could be alcohol.. No, that's too farfetched.
or a new sport he didn't know about.
Or maybe there was going to be a new friendship with a transfer student from one of the wizarding schools in London.
Oh crap! He was no good at this. This sort of thing is Hermione's specialty and he didn't have her on his crew currently.
He groaned. "this will be very difficult to discern."
