* Chapter 4! Yeah! I have a couple chapters written in advance, but don't expect anything because I like to keep you guys wondering.

John had attempted to visit Clara, but he kept getting shooed away by Madame Pomfrey. He, along with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had noticed that McGonagall and Dumbledore had visited Clara as well. He hoped that her condition wasn't too bad.

John had to resist the urge, that morning, to pull out the tiny hourglass and turn it…

John shook his head and tucked the hourglass in his pocket.

He walked to breakfast with Ginger, his hair definitely not combed, and his outfit not groomed. John was still worried for Clara's well-being. Ginger seemed to cry non stop about it. John had to admit, it was kind of annoying.

Then, Hagrid strode into the Great Hall, waving a polecat around from his left hand. He kept muttering about his first day as as teacher… Three guesses who the new Care of Magical Creatures professor was going to be.

John ate silently, until he realized that he was had to leave for Divination. He said a quick, 'goodbye' to Ginger, and ran after Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Hey," he said calmly.

"Hello," Hermione responded politely.

"Do you know what's up with Clara?" Harry blurted.

John frowned. "No, Pomfrey won't let anybody in, remember?"

"I know, but it's been a whole night!"

"Can I just remind you that she was attacked by a Dementor…?"

"So was I!"

John stopped walking. "She had more exposure to the Dementor. You were lucky to have a teacher with you, Clara wasn't."

Harry shut his mouth, and John continued toward the North Tower staircase.

After climbing seven flights of stairs, Ron stopped in a panting fit.

"I'm… not sure… I can take… much more…" he wheezed.

John laughed. "You guys have such horrible cardiovascular systems! Do you do any exercise?"

"Cardi-what?" Ron asked.

Hermione flipped her hair. "It's a Muggle term. I'm surprised John knows it."

"I'm surprised you would think that," John pointed.

Hermione frowned. "Given you are a Pureblood-"

"Just because I'm a Pureblood, doesn't mean I don't know Muggle terms! Just because you are a Muggle, doesn't mean you don't know any Pureblood stuff either!" John argued.

Hermione gaped, then shut her mouth. She sighed and walked off.

Ron breathed in heavily. "Sometimes I wonder whether or not you want to get killed."

"It would be hard to kill me," John muttered.

They kept going, until they met the oddest painting of a knight, (whose ego was stuck up way too far up his arse) who pointed them in the direction of their class.

They got to a landing, where all the students seemed to be waiting at. John noticed that there weren't any doors, but there was a circular trap door on the floor…

Immediately, the trap door opened, and a ladder extended down. John only heard the students' breaths… Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale...

John grinned. He was the first to climb down the stairs, though he kind of just jumped down.

John met the weirdest classroom he had ever seen. Had twenty small circular tables, with puffy chairs, and all the colours clashed. The room glowed with a crimson light, and it smelled old, and sickly. Like, some sort of ancient candy.

"Where is she?" Ron whispered.

To answer his question, a voice came from the shadows. "Welcome, how nice to see you in the physical world."

John waved his hands about. "Umm… Lady, we were always in the physical world…. We're not in the Void… so…"

A hideous (to say the least) woman appeared. Professor Sybill Trelawney wore thick glasses that made her eyes look like planets. She wore a sparkling shawl, and bands, ribbons, bangles, rings, chains, and beads all adorned her outfit.

"Nice outfit," John said. Everybody snickered.

Trelawney frowned. She pointed at John. "You are difficult to read." She then gave an eerie cackle. "No matter, that just means you have a better chance of acquiring the Sight." She pointed to the chairs. "Sit, my children, sit."

John joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione at a table.

"Welcome to Divination," Trelawney began. "My name is professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before, as too much hustle and bustle often cloud my Inner Eye."

"It's called dizziness," John retorted.

Trelawney stared at John for a few seconds, he could tell she was trying to make something of him. But, then she waved her hand, and dismissed the topic.

"You have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I can do for you… books can only get you so far in my class…"

Hermione gasped, and John whispered in her direction, "Don't worry, I think she's loony as well. Almost as much as you!" He then turned back to the professor, and completely tuned her out.

John stared at the teacups standing in a cupboard. He examined the crystal ball that sat on their table. He only listened when Trelawney said, "In February, one of us will leave forever."

John perked up and stared at the teacher who was unaware of the sparks she just caused.

Eventually, the most action that John got, was Trelawney pouring some tea into a blue cup. John snapped his attention back to her.

"Pages five and six in Unfogging the Future…"

John turned toward Hermione. "OK, what are we doing?"

Hermione sighed. "Honestly, were you even paying attention?"

"No, I never do."

She sighed again. "We're supposed to get into partners, and drink tea until only the dregs remain. Then, we swill the cup around three times with the left hand and turn the cup upside-down. That'll make the rest of the tea drain away. Finally, your partner will "read" your cup using pages-"

"Five and six," John finished.

Hermione nodded, but glared at John after scanning the room.

"Ugh! We're tick together!"

John frowned. "How come?"

"Everybody else has already got a partner!"

"So? We're not stuck together, merely just assisting each other in a task."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but drank her tea, all lady-like.

John however, just slurped it down, and waited for Hermione. When she was done, and they had done all the extra work, they swapped cups.

"Broaden your mind! See past the mundane!" Trelawney cried, from Merlin knows where.

John examined Hermione's cup. "It's weird. It's just kinda… brown."

"Same here. Think we messed up somewhere?"

"Nah, we just don't have the Sight, whatever the Hell that means."

John looked closer at the cup. "There's this ankh shaped thing. I think that means you are devoted to women…"

"Huh?"

"More like, women's rights."

"Oh, Ok." Hermione exhaled slightly.

"Other than that, I do not know."

Hermione bent her neck. "Ok, then. Onto yours…" She peered into the cup. "Well, there are these specks that lead to a blob of tea. It's kinda weird, it looks like a box-"

Hermione was interrupted by Trelawney talking in an "outdoor voice". She was inspecting Harry's cup.

"A falcon, my dear. You have a deadly enemy."

Hermione frowned. "That looks like John's-" She shook her head. "But, everybody knows that Harry's got an enemy."

The professor stared at her. Hermione continued with a shaky breath. But, her eyes were blazing.

"Everybody knows about Harry, and well, You- Know- Who."

John gazed at the Granger girl. She had more guts than she showed. He smiled appreciatively. Trelawney, however, didn't know where to stop.

"The club… an attack… Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup."

"I thought it was a bowler's hat," Ron muttered sheepishly.

"There is a skull! Danger is in your path!" Trelawney continued.

Hermione frowned again. "John has some of those in his cup too…"

Then, their professor screamed and shrieked, "My boy, there is no kind way to say this!"

"What is it?" Harry asked angrily.

"You have the Grim!"

"The what?" Harry asked.

John knew what she was talking about, but he didn't really care. He had heard of Trelawney predicting somebody's death from older students trying to scare him.

"The do that haunts the churchyards! My boy, it is an omen of death!" Trelawney screeched.

John glanced at the cup. He frowned, as it did look like the Grim as it was depicted in their book.

"I don't think it looks like a Grim," Hermione said flatly.

Professor Trelawney stared at Hermione for a second, then with dislike she said, "My dear, I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future."

John snorted. "You really tried to put that sentence together and make it sound more science-y, didn't you?"

Trelawney glared at John. "Divination is a certain science that many cannot perceive. I believe I'm starting to rethink what I thought of you earlier…"

John sighed. "There's a difference between seeing the future, and knowing the future."

Trelawney frowned. "Give me your cup," she hissed. Hermione passed her John's cup gingerly.

The professor examined it. "Yes, yes. Horrible future…"

"Worse than Potters?" John turned toward Harry, "No offense."

The professor seemed to stifle a scream. "So many… enemies! My boy, what have you done?"

John cocked his head. "I dunno, hexed some kids?"

Trelawney shook her head wildly. "No, no, no my dear boy. These enemies are old, ancient! I see…" She closed her eyes. "The burning! The never ending burning! Fire, so much fire!"

She turned toward John, who was starting to feel very uncomfortable. She pointed angrily at him. "Billions of people screaming at once! Burning in the Medusa Cascade!"

John gripped the table, by now, John could tell Harry was no longer the spotlight of the day.

Trelawney just couldn't stop though. "Run! Run! Run! Ruuun! Run away like you always do! In the box, the blue box…"

John stopped breathing. "I'm sorry, what?"

But, Trelawney dropped the cup, leaving it shattered on the floor.

"I-I think you'd better go now children…" She said with a shaky breath.

John gathered his things, and did what he was told. He ran.