Crookshanks looked to his left and he looked to his right before proceeding into the boys' dormitories. He cautiously tiptoed in and made to leave the door only a crack open. His eyes scanned the room and he made for the bed he had once seen the rat sit on when his owner, Hermione, had brought him into the room.
There was nothing there. Suddenly, a quick flash caught his eye. He spun around to see the rat darting out of the room and immediately, Crookshanks chased after him. The two creatures ran through the common room and out the door, down the stairs and past the Great Hall, out into the sun.
The rat evidently couldn't keep running so when he paused to catch his breath, Crookshanks pounced. The rat squirmed, but Crookshanks held on tightly with his left front paw. Unfortunately, the rat was too small for the cat's grip, and he wriggled out, dashing away.
Crookshanks, left it the dust, returned to his master's room and took a nap.
Meanwhile, as the Golden Trio headed down to see Hagrid, Ron was complaining to Harry about how Crookshanks had killed Scabbers.
"Maybe you should learn to take better care of your pets!" Hermione said.
"Your cat killed him!"
"Did not!"
All three of them missed the cat in question on his way to take a nap.
They arrived at the lake and found Hagrid skipping stones.
"How'd it go Hagrid?" Hermione asked about the hearing.
"Well, first off, many members took turns talking about why we were there. Then I got up and did my piece, about how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then, Lucius Malfoy, well you can imagine what he said. 'Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature who'd kill ya as soon as he looked at ya'".
"And then?" Hermione asked.
"And then Crabbe Senior got up and asked for the worst."
"They're not sacking you?" Ron said.
"No, I'm not sacked...Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!" The half-giant began to sob, and pretty soon, his tears were plopping into the water harder than the rocks he was throwing.
Later that night, after Lupin took the Marauders' Map from Harry, who had been wandering about the halls, he took a look to see if Harry was telling the truth about Peter Pettigrew. He found Pettigrew's name near the kitchens.
"No," he said aloud to himself, "it's not possible." Peter was dead, but the map wasn't broken.
"Broaden your minds!"
Another day in Divination. They were crystal gazing today. Draco groaned and rolled his eyes.
He was almost asleep when Trelawny marched up to his and Blaise's table and said, "Well, what do we have here? Go on, give it a go."
"Oh!" Draco sarcastically squealed. "I've been looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad. And this crystal ball-"
"What about it?" Trelawny interrupted.
"It's always cloudy, except for-"
"Except for?" she prompted.
"-when you look into the past."
"Look into the past?" Trelawny frowned, confused.
Draco turned to Blaise, grinning, and the two of them sang, "One night stand!"
The whole class except for Potter and Weasley joined in on singing "one night stand" after Draco and Blaise before cheering and bursting into applause.
At the Golden Trio's table, Ron was saying, "What rubbish!" Hermione actually thought it was brilliant and was surprised at how many people knew this band and song, "Thnks fr th mmrs" by Fall Out Boy. What Draco did was extremely clever and Hermione couldn't help but sing along with them.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Singing."
"With the enemy?"
"It was clever and funny."
"Are you alright, Hermione?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You called Draco Malfoy clever and funny."
"I'm aware."
Trelawny went to the Golden Trio's table next...well, after telling Draco to see her after class. Draco watched as Granger got furious with the professor, knocked the crystal ball off the table, and stormed out of the room.
"Anger management issues," Draco muttered.
"Give her a break," Blaise said. "I'd be pissed too, if Trelawny said that to me. Besides, she sang 'Thnks fr the mmrs' with us."
Draco sighed and waited for class to be over. Blaise left as Draco went over to talk to Trelawny.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, singing in class will not be tolerated. Is that understood?"
Draco nodded and tried not to roll his eyes. He made for the door, but in came Potter holding the crystal ball Granger had knocked over. Apparently it had made it down the flight of stairs. Potter pushed past him and set the ball on the table. Then he started looking at it with a curious expression on his face.
Out of nowhere, Professor Trelawny grabbed Potter's shoulder. Her voice began to croal, and she said, "It will happen tonight. The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever before. Tonight...before midnight...the servant...will set out...to rejoin...his master."
The teached began choking and coughing. When she recovered from her little fit, she said to Potter, "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear boy. Did you say something?"
"No, nothing!" Potter replied. Draco started backing out of the room with Potter slowly doing the same. The professor offered a weak and confused smile. Once out the door, both boys sped all the way down the stairs.
They looked at each other.
"That was bloody creepy," Potter said.
"You're telling me," Draco replied. He began walking. "I think that's the only time she's ever made a real prophecy."
"So she's not a total fraud."
"I suppose not."
The two boys halted in their tracks when they realized that they were having a civil conversation.
"Let's just head back to our common rooms," Potter hesitantly suggested. "Hagrid cancelled class today."
Draco just nodded and both boys spun around, going in opposite directions.