Once they got to the Divination tower, he let Hermione through the trapdoor and motioned to clamber up himself.

"Hey Harry," Luna said in her airy voice, "I don't know how you beat me here, I saw you as I passed by. Must have been the telishdigs, always messing with time."

"Hey," Harry said casually, pondering her comment about telishdigs, whatever they were, and pulled himself up the ladder behind her.

"Come in, come in, clear your minds, my children, feel the vibrations of the future!" Professor Trelawney said in her usual ghostly, mystical voice. "Today, we will be working on the interpretation of dreams."

For once, Harry was actually interested in the subject of the class. He had had a very unusual and surreal dream the night before, and it had nothing to do with Voldemort at all, or anything else specific for that matter. He lay back in a chintz armchair, recalling the eerie combination of loneliness, happiness, and other flashes of emotion in his dream. As he jotted down the details, he flipped through the chapter on the significance of certain symbols in dreams. All he could come up with was that the loneliness corresponded to dissatisfaction with his current life, and the happiness was subconscious knowledge of future improvement of his standing.

"Anything else?" Hermione asked, as she was his partner in piecing together the information.

"Yeah," Harry replied, closing his eyes to better remember the details. "I know I saw a lot of red, a dark red color."

"Erm, that's something strong. It could mean anger, or love. Are you still getting on well with Cho?"

"No," Harry said, a little surprised. Was he completely over Cho, or did he still like her?

"Hmm," Hermione continued, "So love's out of the question. Are you angry with anyone?"

The image of Hermione mouthing the word "Loony" flashed in his mind. "Well, no, I don't think so."

"Alright, let's ask Professor Trelawney about it, maybe we can get some meaning out of it."

Professor Trelawney rose from her pouf, and spread her arms in a melodramatic gesture to the class. "Alright, is there anyone yet unfinished disentangling the intricacies of their dream?" Only a few hands went up.

"We've got a question, Professor," Hermione said, as she and Harry went to her desk with the notes. The professor took the paper, readjusted her gigantic round glasses, and sat down. They watched as she mouthed inaudible words to herself while reading, and then she smiled and giggled softly.

"What is it, Professor?" Harry asked, at a loss as to why she would find it funny.

"So, Harry," she said with a grin, leaning forward on the desk towards him, "What's the name of the girl you fancy?"

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" He said, taken aback by her forward and abrupt question.

"See?" she said, pointing to various words the parchment, "Oh, it's very clear. The red imagery shows that you've taken an interest in someone, and the happiness is how comfortable you are talking to and being with that person." He turned to Hermione, who gave him an awkward smile. "I don't have anyone I fancy right now."

"Ah, but the all-seeing eye disagrees! I would think carefully about everyone you know, Mr. Potter. You might realize how your feelings towards them could change." Harry and Hermione returned to their seats, and Harry racked his brains.

"I can't think of who she could be referring to," Harry said, annoyed. "I know it's not Cho, it's not you, no offense of course, but I have no idea."

"Don't worry too much about it," Hermione said, "How often has she made correct predictions before?"

"I guess you're right, but I still want to know."

"Come on, let's get back to the Common Room," Hermione said, "I bet Ron's there already, and I heard he had a very interesting Herbology class."