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Chapter 4

Death Predictions and a Ferret

"Who would want to raise those disgusting things? I mean what do they do?" Malfoy commented while staring at the crates with distaste. The teacher looked at his hands nervously as he tried to come up with an answer. This Draco Malfoy character just seemed to have a knack of making Ed angry.

"Who cares!" Ed said angrily turning to face Malfoy. "That guy over there's the teacher here. Just do what he tells you, or am I wrong in the information that everyone here chose to take this class?" There was an awkward silence that followed was broken by the teacher.

"Today you'll be feeding them. You should experiment on what you feed them. I've never had them before," Hagrid told the class. He was still nervous, but he seemed to have gotten some confidence from the blonde's words.

Ed grabbed a fist full of frog guts without any hesitation to feed to the skrewts. The rest of the class was a daze for Ed who was seeming with anger. Sure, he didn't usually listen to his superiors, but that didn't mean that he would stand back and let a snotty git try to ridicule a seemingly nice, hardworking man who was simply trying his best.

Edward finally started paying attention during their walk back up to the castle for lunch.

"He wouldn't have us take care of creatures that he knew were dangerous, would he?" Ed added his opinion to the conversation, startling a few who hadn't known that he was paying attention. In response he got a few stories about the various dangerous animals, such as dragons and giant spiders, that the grounds keeper had tried to keep as pets. "Doesn't sound too bad," Ed said while thinking about the various chimeras that he had met and fought in his travels.

As they sat down to eat, Hermione started eating faster than Ron, which was a feat within itself. "Is this your new way to protest elf rights?" asked Ron.

"Of course not. I just need to go to the library."

"Why? It's the first day of school. We don't even have homework yet!"

"Wait," Ed interrupted, "this school has a library?"

"Yes," answered Hermione. "It's quite extensive." Ed visibly perked up considerably in hearing this. "Now, I have to go if I want time to be able to find what I need."

"Hey, would you mind showing me where the library is later?"

"Um, sure." Hermione picked up her bag and headed to the library. The other three finished their lunches and set off for the North Tower before the bell rang.

So, what's this next class about?" asked Edward as they climbed the spiraling staircase. "Divination?"

"The simple answer; telling the future," answered Harry.

"More like pretending to tell the future," Ron snorted.

They climbed the silver step ladder that led them into a circular room. The classroom was bathed in red light due to the many lamps, which were accompanied by many more shawls, scarfs, and beads. The smell coming from the fireplace along with the stiffaling heat made their heads dizzy. As the trio sat at a small, circular table, Ed's attention was drawn to a thin woman with glasses that looked too big for her head who had appeared at their table with a misty, "Good day."

"Hello Professor Trelawney," muttered Ron barely loud enough to be heard.

"You are preoccupied, my dear," she said to Harry. Ed turned his attention away as the teacher continued talking to Harry until he heard a gasp followed by a sharp, "You!" When he looked at the professor along with many other students in the room he found her staring at him with fear and mourning in her face. "My dear, I... no, no, it would best if I didn't say. Just, watch your steps." With that strange statement she swept away from the table and seated herself in a large armchair in front of the fire while facing the class. "My dears, it is time for us to consider the stars."

Ed loved the stars as much as the next guy, but he didn't see how they could predict the future. Truthfully, he didn't see the point of even trying to tell the future. Why would you want to know about something that would happen anyways? If you knew about an event beforehand then your actions might change which would therefore change the event itself, right? Even if it didn't change, life is supposed to be a surprise. You're not supposed to know what happens next. If he had known what would happen as a result of something that he had done earlier on in his life then he wouldn't have done it. If he hadn't done it then he wouldn't have learned a very valuble lesson, and he would have probably tried again some other time. No, it was better not knowing what would happen in the future.

Ron got Harry's attention which in turn brought Edward's attention back into focus. "I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn," the teacher said while sounding a bit resentful that a student hadn't been paying attention.

"Born under- what? Sorry." Harry at least had the insight to sound a bit remorseful during his short apology.

"Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!" This teacher was definitely irritated. "I was saying that you were obviously born when the planet Saturn was in a position of power... your mean stature... tragic losses so young in life... I am sure that I am right in saying that you were born in Winter, my dear?"

"No," Harry rejected her statement, "I was born in July."

The teacher walked away while muttering, "I know that it was someone at that table. It was so clear. Someone..." Her voice drifted off as her eyes landed on Ed during her walk away from the table. Edward shivered. Harry wasn't born in Winter, but he was. This stuff at least had some kind of truth behind it. Truth. Truth most likely was behind it.

The class found themselves filling out charts for the rest of the period. Ed was glad that he had paid enough attention to fill out the chart with little problem. He wasn't called a child genius for nothing.

When the bell rang, the class found themselves loaded down with much more homework than expected thanks to an inappropriate joke that Ron had said while Professor Trelawney had been within hearing distance.

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"Miserable old bat," Ron complained as the trio joined the crowd heading to the great hall for dinner.

"You were the one who said it. If you had waited exactly one point three seconds then the professor wouldn't have been within hearing distance," Ed pointed out.

"Lot's of homework?" guessed Hermione as she joined them. "Professor Vector didn't give us any."

"What does he teach?" Edward asked.

"Ancient ruins."

"Really? Can I see the text book?" Ed knew that she had it on her since she had just come from the class.

"Sure." Hermione handed over the text book. Ed opened it and stared at the seemingly familiar characters. He continued to flip through the book unaware of the trouble brewing in front of him as a familiar git made an appearance.

Ed was finally jostled out of his thoughts when Malfoy started talking louder. "And there's a picture, Weasley! A picture of your parents outside their house- if you can even call it that! Your mother could do to lose a few pounds, couldn't she?" As soon as Ed heard Malfoy say the insult to Ron's mother, he snapped. He slowly lifted the book he was holding. He quickly let it swing forward as he put force behind it. It landed right on it's target... the side of Malfoy's head.

The obnoxious boy was knocked to the ground and laid still for a bit. "Did you knock him out?" asked one of the bystanders who had been watching the scene.

"Of course not. I didn't swing it that hard." As if on cue, Draco shot up holding his head. Having enough of being physically assaulted by the new kid, Draco grabbed his wand and shot out a spell. It missed Ed completely and missed Harry by a hair. A loud BANG and a roar echoed throughout the hall.

"OH NO YOU DON'T LADDIE!"

The Professor with the strange eye was limping down the staircase. Moody's wand was pointing right at a pure white ferret.

Before we go, we wanted to answer a few reviews that we recived but could not respond to using PM.

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Guest: Thanks! Yes, the wand dose choose the wizard. But it's due to a secret that will be revieled later, hehehe! Please stop your creepy laugh. I never should have taught you that...

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