Chapter 2: Trelawney's Prediction.



In the morning Ron, Harry and Hermione headed down to the Great Hall to eat their breakfast. Hermione noticed that Ron was limping and there was a small wound on his left shin.

"Ron what's wrong with your leg? Shouldn't you go and see Madam Pomfrey?" inquired Hermione in a conserned voice.

"Nah, it's not that big a deal, I'm fine...and ummm...ah...you are really paranoid" answered Ron, trying to get rid of Hermione's questions.

"Fine it's your leg, if there's something wrong with it you are the one who is going to suffer the consequences."

The word consequences left Ron with a heavy heart. What are the consequences? He thought. What is the thing that the consequences are going to be of? What the hell happened to him last night? He's not a little woosy girl that faints just because her leg starts to hurt.

After they ate their breakfast Hermione headed to her Arithmancy class while Harry and Ron took off to their Divination lesson. When they walked into the class there was an unusually stong scent in the air, it was almost smokey.

"Hmmm..." said Ron "Trelawney has finally gone totally mental! Her nose had probably fallen off and so she had to use a stronger scent so she can smell it in her lungs" he chuckled.

Finally Professor Trelawney walked into the class and began her lesson. "I am sowi that dis caass is soo fool o smoke, Maam Poomfey said dat it will help cleaa up ma dose, I 'aven't been feeling very well lately, must be a cold."

Ron started to laugh a silent laugh and whispered to Harry "I told ya it was her nose" and he chuckled again.

"Well class..." continued the teacher "I will be coming up to every table this lesson ad asking each persond idividually about the twidkling stas." First she headed towards Ron and Harry's table, she loved predicting Harry's death because it was the only thing even remotely close to being true, after all Harry was the only one to get into trouble so often that he had probably spent a few weeks in the hospital to this time. "Well 'arry how mady times did you count?"

"One hundred and twenty six" answered Harry in a voice that made the question and the answer pathetic.

"Well...well...well...let me see ind this book for a secondd" she continued "Aha...Oh Ndo... I am really sorry to tell you dis but diis book says that you will lose someonde very dear to you withind the ndext two mondths. I'm really very sorry 'arry." She had a very shocked expression on her face. "Please take me to my chair, I don't think I cand standd up much londger".

"Hey she doesn't look good" exclaimed someone from the back of the class while Lavender and Parvati were helping the professor to her winged armchair.

"Harry don't pay attention, you know that she's always wrong. She's a real freak!"whispered Ron. "If you died half the time that she predicted you wouldn't even have a corpse by now, there wouldn't even be any dust."

"I heard that Mr.Weasley" sneared Trelawney in his direction. "Ndow the class would be very happy to hear that I am setting and assigndmendt and it is due ndext lesson, please coppy the indstructionds from the board after I have writtend them up."

"Oh great work Weasley" someone sneared from the back of the classroom.