A/N: Hi! My form in this chapter isn't the best, and I throw in a bunch of
stuff that makes it choppy and I dislike, but I wanted to have some fun
with it, so please bear with me.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own anything, who cares? I'm just a teenager who likes writing stories; who's gonna sue me anyway?
Miss Jones faced the class, her sparking eyes showing none of the dreamy airiness Harry had come to expect in a Divination teacher. He unconsciously sat up a little straighter in his seat, for once looking forward to the lesson.
^Maybe we'll be able to forget about her for a while.^
Be serious. Not even Draco the Incredible Bouncing Ferret could do that.
^What are we going to do? We can't go for the rest of the year dreaming about her and accomplishing nothing.^
What else do you propose? We can't just say, 'sorry, I lost my nerve that time when I tried to kiss you, may I try again?'
^I know. I just wish…^
I know.
The teacher's clear voice broke through Harry's thoughts, snapping back into painful reality.
"I am your new Divination teacher, Professor Jones. I understand that Sybil Trelawney was your former teacher. As such, I am not surprised if many of you think of Divination as a bit of mythical nonsense."
Harry was shocked to hear a professor speak in such an obviously degrading manner about another adult. Miss Jones continued speaking, seemingly deaf to the gasps that echoed Harry's thoughts.
"There are several types of so-called Divination that are quite obviously meaningless. However, a few forms have proved themselves repeatedly to be reliable forms of predicting the future. Nothing so clear as birthdates or names, of course, but important facts, nonetheless. The centaurs, for example, watch the stars and planets to predict events. Though this is a difficult process, when used properly it can give one valuable insight."
Piercing gray eyes turned on Harry, and the class followed her gaze; all but one. Harry glanced across the classroom for an instant to see Ginny Weasley staring fixedly ahead, features frozen into an unbreakable mask.
"Fifteen years ago, the centaurs predicted the birth of one who bring about Voldemort's downfall. That same person is sitting in this room right now."
Harry felt a hot blush creep up his cheeks. Why did every teacher have to mention his abnormality among wizards? Even when among his 'own kind', as his relatives would put it, he stood out. He could never live a normal life like Hannah Abbott or Colin Creevy. Instead, he was always in the spotlight, always stared at and pointed out.
Professor Jones continued talking about examples of astronomy predictions coming true, but Harry tuned her out. She had already shown herself to be a star-struck adult as far as he was concerned.
Unfortunately, tuning out the Professor left Harry with absolutely nothing to do. Before he could stop himself, he found his eyes glued to Ginny. Waves of deep red hair cascaded down over faded black robes.
Suddenly, Ginny glanced at him. Too late, he realized what he was doing, but his eyes had connected with hers. For an instant, guilt and misery vanished, to be replaced by visions of huge brown eyes.
^Oh my god.^
Bliss.
^She's staring at us.^
Someone tell the face to cool it.
^I already tried; it won't listen.^
Ginny slowly turned away. Instantly, all the emotions Harry had felt before flooded back, only slightly numbed by the residue of delight eh had felt.
^What the hell are we going to do?^
Ask her to the Christmas Ball?
^Don't be…hey, I know. Let's ask her to the Christmas Ball!^
That's what I just…
^Shut up.^
A/N: That last bit was built off of The Lion King, if you recognize it. Anyway, I should get some more interesting stuff in here soon (get Harry and Ginny out of their depression), and I'm planning to add more R/H, as a nice setting. Now for the review responses:
Twinkle: Okay…should I ask?
Evil-Chicken-Wrath: Exactly. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha….
Julephenia: Yes!!! Thank you sooo much!
Nat: Yeah; it comes of being boy-crazy and a mushy romantic who stays awake at night thinking up romantic, tragical situations in which the girl almost dies and the guy rescues her. I've done this since age 8.
Hathor: Yes it is sad…I'm not sure how I came up with this, but I don't really have it planned out; I just let the story come as I type.
HarryandGinny4eva: Ohh! Thank you!!! I'm so touched!
Gabnif: Thank you!! The play went very well, and today we were in the local paper (which means I also get a piccy of my one true love, who I sit next to in Drama, and I got his autograph today in my script, and I'm happy).
IcantBELIEVEitsNOTbutter: Well, yes…do you mean that as a bad thing? I mean, Joel here (waves at air to right) likes coming up with this…
TheBlindAssassin: Thank you soo much for reviewing! Yeah, that part was fun. Did you update your fanfic recently, by the way???
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own anything, who cares? I'm just a teenager who likes writing stories; who's gonna sue me anyway?
Miss Jones faced the class, her sparking eyes showing none of the dreamy airiness Harry had come to expect in a Divination teacher. He unconsciously sat up a little straighter in his seat, for once looking forward to the lesson.
^Maybe we'll be able to forget about her for a while.^
Be serious. Not even Draco the Incredible Bouncing Ferret could do that.
^What are we going to do? We can't go for the rest of the year dreaming about her and accomplishing nothing.^
What else do you propose? We can't just say, 'sorry, I lost my nerve that time when I tried to kiss you, may I try again?'
^I know. I just wish…^
I know.
The teacher's clear voice broke through Harry's thoughts, snapping back into painful reality.
"I am your new Divination teacher, Professor Jones. I understand that Sybil Trelawney was your former teacher. As such, I am not surprised if many of you think of Divination as a bit of mythical nonsense."
Harry was shocked to hear a professor speak in such an obviously degrading manner about another adult. Miss Jones continued speaking, seemingly deaf to the gasps that echoed Harry's thoughts.
"There are several types of so-called Divination that are quite obviously meaningless. However, a few forms have proved themselves repeatedly to be reliable forms of predicting the future. Nothing so clear as birthdates or names, of course, but important facts, nonetheless. The centaurs, for example, watch the stars and planets to predict events. Though this is a difficult process, when used properly it can give one valuable insight."
Piercing gray eyes turned on Harry, and the class followed her gaze; all but one. Harry glanced across the classroom for an instant to see Ginny Weasley staring fixedly ahead, features frozen into an unbreakable mask.
"Fifteen years ago, the centaurs predicted the birth of one who bring about Voldemort's downfall. That same person is sitting in this room right now."
Harry felt a hot blush creep up his cheeks. Why did every teacher have to mention his abnormality among wizards? Even when among his 'own kind', as his relatives would put it, he stood out. He could never live a normal life like Hannah Abbott or Colin Creevy. Instead, he was always in the spotlight, always stared at and pointed out.
Professor Jones continued talking about examples of astronomy predictions coming true, but Harry tuned her out. She had already shown herself to be a star-struck adult as far as he was concerned.
Unfortunately, tuning out the Professor left Harry with absolutely nothing to do. Before he could stop himself, he found his eyes glued to Ginny. Waves of deep red hair cascaded down over faded black robes.
Suddenly, Ginny glanced at him. Too late, he realized what he was doing, but his eyes had connected with hers. For an instant, guilt and misery vanished, to be replaced by visions of huge brown eyes.
^Oh my god.^
Bliss.
^She's staring at us.^
Someone tell the face to cool it.
^I already tried; it won't listen.^
Ginny slowly turned away. Instantly, all the emotions Harry had felt before flooded back, only slightly numbed by the residue of delight eh had felt.
^What the hell are we going to do?^
Ask her to the Christmas Ball?
^Don't be…hey, I know. Let's ask her to the Christmas Ball!^
That's what I just…
^Shut up.^
A/N: That last bit was built off of The Lion King, if you recognize it. Anyway, I should get some more interesting stuff in here soon (get Harry and Ginny out of their depression), and I'm planning to add more R/H, as a nice setting. Now for the review responses:
Twinkle: Okay…should I ask?
Evil-Chicken-Wrath: Exactly. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha….
Julephenia: Yes!!! Thank you sooo much!
Nat: Yeah; it comes of being boy-crazy and a mushy romantic who stays awake at night thinking up romantic, tragical situations in which the girl almost dies and the guy rescues her. I've done this since age 8.
Hathor: Yes it is sad…I'm not sure how I came up with this, but I don't really have it planned out; I just let the story come as I type.
HarryandGinny4eva: Ohh! Thank you!!! I'm so touched!
Gabnif: Thank you!! The play went very well, and today we were in the local paper (which means I also get a piccy of my one true love, who I sit next to in Drama, and I got his autograph today in my script, and I'm happy).
IcantBELIEVEitsNOTbutter: Well, yes…do you mean that as a bad thing? I mean, Joel here (waves at air to right) likes coming up with this…
TheBlindAssassin: Thank you soo much for reviewing! Yeah, that part was fun. Did you update your fanfic recently, by the way???