Title: Welcome to my life
By: FallenArchAngel47
Disclaimer:
Oh Oh…what is money?
Baby don't sue me…Don't sue me…No more…
What is money?
Baby Don't Sue me…Don't sue me…No more…
For I do not own this story…
Dear Readers,
As I have begun writing this (at 5:35pm Thursday, December 15, 2005 I have but one review…so I shall respond to but one review…)
-Fallen.
Dear Neko-Koorime,
Wow…that's creepy…dude…both our grandma's just got out of surgery… anyway… thanks for saying it was a great chapter, I tried my hardest to make it good. And yes, I know, much longer, that was the point.
Sincerely,
Samantha
Chapter 11
The Grim and love?
Tammy and Harry made it just in time to Professor Trelawney's class just in time; they ran into the room, and walked towards their friends, in Tammy's case, she stood there awkwardly. The room looked like a cross between someone's attic, and an old teashop. A voice came from the shadows. "Welcome" It spoke. "How nice to see you all in the physical world at last." Tamantha's first impression of the woman was a large glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw her. She was very thin, her glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl, Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings. "Sit, my children, sit. She said, and they climbed into armchairs and sat on poufs. (WHAT THE HELL IS A POUF! It says it in the book…and I have no idea what it means…)
Tammy sat down at a table, by herself, shortly followed by Chris, who sat down in front of her. Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat down at a table, which happened to be next to Tammy's table. Draco, Claire, and Pansy all sat at the table behind Tammy and Chris. "Welcome to Divination." Spoke Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my inner eye." Nobody responded to this extraordinary pronouncement. She delicately rearranged her shawl and continued. "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can only take you so far in this field…" At these words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning at Hermione who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject. "Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future."
Her large gleaming eyes traveled around the room. "It is a gift, granted to few. You, boy." She said suddenly to Neville, who almost fell off his pouf. "Is your grandmother well?" "I think so…" said Neville nervously. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you dear." Said professor Trelawney. She continued placidly. "We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading tealeaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear." She shot a sudden glance at Parvati Patil, "Beware a red haired man." Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him. "In the second term, we shall progress to the crystal ball- if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice, and around Easter, one of our numbers will leave us forever." A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it. "I wonder dear," she said to Lavender Brown who was nearest and shrank back in her chair. "If you could pass me the largest silver teapot"?" Lavender, looking relieved, did so and gave it to her. "Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading- it will happen in Friday the sixteenth of October." Lavender trembled.
"Now I want you all to divide into pairs, collect a teacup from the shelf and come to me. I will fill it, then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup, three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on it's saucer. Wait for the last of the tea to drain away, and then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using the pages five and sic of Unfogging the future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing, Oh and dear." She caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up. "After you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather attached to the pink." Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle and a braking of china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him, holding a dustpan and brush and said "One of the blue ones, then, dear if you wouldn't mind…thank you…." Harry and Ron had their teacups filled, and did as they were instructed. They swapped cups. "So what do you see in mine?" Ron asked flipping through their book pages at five and six. "A load of soggy brown stuff." Harry said. Professor Trelawney made her way over to them. "What do you see?" she asked Ron. Ron looked at the cup, and flipped through the pages.
"…I see…a cross…which means suffering…and…that right there could be the sun…which means happiness…and there's a heart…which means love in the near future…" he said. He looked up at Harry. "…So…you're gonna suffer…but…you're going to be happy about it? …Oh…and fall in love or something…" he said. "Cup." Professor Trelawney demanded holding her hand out. Ron handed it to her. "Well, at least you got the heart one right…that's very good for you Harry dear." She spoke. "The falcon…you have a deadly enemy…and the cross…at least Ron here was right about another thing…" she spoke. "Everyone knows that…" Hermione snapped. Professor Trelawney looked up at her for a moment, and then looked back in cup. "The club…an attack…" she said. "My dear this is not a very happy cup…" she continued. "The skull…. danger is in your path…" She then paused, gasped, and let out a small scream. She dropped the cup, and sank into an armchair nearby. "My dear boy…it's not kinder to say…so please do not ask me…" she spoke. "What is it Professor." Dean Thomas asked. Everyone had gotten to their feet, and crowded around Harry and Ron's table. "My dear…you have the Grim…" Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically. "The what?" he asked. "The grim! The grim my dear! The giant spectral dog that haunts church years! My dear boy, it is an omen, the worst omen, of death!" she spoke.
"It doesn't look like a Grim to me." Hermione spoke flatly. "Forgive me for saying this dear…but I sense very little aura around you…" she spoke looking at Hermione. "Professor Trelawney?" Chris' voice rang out. "I need help trying to read Tammy's cup…" he said. Professor Trelawney quickly pulled herself together and scuttled over to their table. She snatched the cup from Chris' hands and began to look at it. Tammy sat their uneasy. Please let it be something good for once… she thought. "…I a heart…yet a broken heart next to it…" she spoke. She looked at Tammy. "I see love in your near future, which will be parted and broken." She continued, she looked back at the cup, her eyes fixed on the inside. "A cross…suffering… The skull… danger is in your path young dear…" People began to crowd around, and Tammy sank into her seat. "I see the club in your cup as well…" she paused again; she gasped and got another upset look, putting the cup down. "Not another one…my dear…I am sorry to tell you this as well…" she said, her large eyes looking at Tammy rather sadly. "But you have the Grim in your cup as well. "Good. Let her die." Draco called out. Harry shot a look and glared back at him. "Wh-what?" Tammy said. "I'm sorry dear…" she spoke she pat Tammy on the shoulder. Tammy sank into her seat sadly. "Class…please pack away your things…" Professor Trelawney spoke. The class, now silent, got up and began to put their stuff away.
She dismissed the class, and they students exited the class. "Nothing ever works out for me." Tammy spoke muttering to herself as she descended down the stairs of the tower. "Tammy!" Harry called out. He ran up to her, pulling his back over his shoulder. "You got the grim too…" he said. She nodded. "I would rather not talk about it right now though…" she spoke quietly. "What class do you have next, then?" he asked. "Transfiguration…" Tammy spoke. "So do I…" he said. Tammy made a weak smile. Ron came up next to them. "That was bloody scary." Ron spoke. "That woman doesn't know what she's talking about." Hermione spoke following them. "She's a teacher, she's trained in the art of Divination Hermione. I would think she knows what she's talking about." Tammy spoke. Hermione merely ignored her. Draco walked up next to them, and smirked at Tammy. "Enjoy life while it lasts Myles." He spoke. He smirked at her and headed off, Claire, and Pansy following, giving Tammy smug looks, obviously glad she would die. "What do you think was up with the two hearts though?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged. "OoOoOo Maybe she foresaw a future between you and Tammy." Ron said. Harry punched him in the shoulder lightly as Ron began snickering. Hermione remained silent. "Something wrong Hermione?" Ron asked. "No." she snapped. "Now if you'll excuse me." She said. She continued her way down the stairs. Tammy and Harry continued their way down the stairs quickly, as not to be late for Transfiguration in silence, with the exception of Ron saying, "Love birds." every few moments, and snickering. Could the cup have been right? Tammy thought inside her head. (Okay, bold and Italic is Tammy, and Italic is just her subconscious…) Tealeaves never lie dear. Well what if they did this time? They don't dear, give up on it. You have a future with Harry. I can't wait to see the little Harry's and Tammy's running around. Hey the cup also said something about a broken heart… Tammy thought back. …Oh my mistake then. Her subconscious spoke. Then it's what I thought at first. Little Draco's and Tammy's running around. Shut the bloody hell up will you? With that argument settled they walked into Transfiguration.
End chapter 11
…Yes…hello…
