Alright, I've finally finished chapter 7. It took me awhile and a lot of rethinking but, hey, I got it done. Like I've mentioned before I have the next 3 chapters written, so I'm hoping that there won't be any large gaps from now on.

Enjoy. (:

Chapter 7:

6. Finish all your sentences with "In accordance with the prophecy."

Fred and George hadn't been looking forward to number 7 of their list. They didn't believe that anyone would really care if they added "In accordance with the prophecy" to all their sentences. In some cases they were right:

"Hermione!" George pushed his way through the crowded corridor to where Hermione stood waiting for him. She gazed at him impatiently, her foot tapping sharply against the marble floor.

"Yes? Make it quick, I'm going to be late for Arithmancy."

"Ah, yeah, Arithmancy. It's not a very interesting subject, is it? In accordance with the prophecy," he said airily. Hermione snorted.

"What a load of rubbish! Have you been spending time with Trelawney? Merlin, stay away from that old fraud, George. Trust me. According to her, Harry should've died in third year," Hermione said scathingly. She patted George on the shoulder, as if she had just shattered all of his dreams, and then hurried off to her class. George stared after her. A brilliant idea had just occurred to him. Why hadn't he thought of her before?

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Fred and George stood in Professor Trelawney's stuffy, over-scented classroom as she wafted around rambling about how the tea leaves weren't speaking to her. After a good ten minutes of nonsense, Fred couldn't take anymore and cut in.

"Professor, George and I have some very grave news to tell you. In accordance with the prophecy," he said in a pitying tone. Trelawney stared at him with her magnified eyes for a few moments before approaching him so closely that their noses almost touched.

"Prophecy?" she breathed. Fred nodded. George handed her a tissue.

"Here, you're gonna need it- in accordance with the prophecy," he said with a small smile. She took it hesitantly and then waited for the horrible, dreadful, catastrophic news that was sure to come. Fred took a deep breath.

"Ok, here goes. Your hair has gone grey, in accordance with the prophecy"

Professor Trelawney said nothing at first, then, with a furrowed brow, she said in a hushed voice: "But, dears, my hair was always going to gogrey. That's not divination, I'm afraid. Perhaps I could teach you of the mystical ways of the subject. But beware; it is not an easy path." Her voice was loud and dramatic. Her arms waving around for emphasise.

"Oh! Did I say grey? I meant your hair has gone greyer, in accordance with the prophecy"

Professor Trelawney gaped at the boys before her as they waved goodbye, patting her on the shoulder each as they left. When the second fiery red head disappeared from view, she gave a great sigh and picked up her abandoned tea cup. After a small amount of turning, she peered into the cup and saw the clear message of: "I told you someone would notice…"

"Tea leaves! You're speaking again!"

A/N: Ok, I REALLY didn't like writing this one. :/ And I'm still not happy with it. I looked up the actual meaning of "In accordance with the prophecy" (just to be sure) and it means something that happened like someone said it would. I thought it meant something that was going to happen. So I had to adjust it a bit.

I hope you guys like it, and review *wink wink* XP.

P.S. My prime minister is one pretty cool guy. He's given every kid in year 9 in my state a free laptop! Woot! Free stuff! Go Ruddy! We love ya.

P.S.S. Mine's green. XD. He he.