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—Classes and Clues—

For their first lesson of Herbology, Professor Sprout had them harvesting undiluted bubotuber pus.

Filed out in rows, with Hermione and Kagome facing Ron and Harry respectively around the benches, they were carefully squeezing the things so the pus went into the bottles.

Sadly, twenty minutes had went by and Kagome was getting kind of... bored. They still had their section to finish, and she was feeling... mischievous.

Studying the jar, she eyed it's wide mouth and grinned. Grabbing it, she peered at Harry, casting a quick, cautious glance at the Professor.

Making sure the Professor was on the other side of the Greenhouse with her back turned to them, she hissed at Harry. "Pst. Pst - Harry!"

Harry stilled, blinking, and looked up at her in open curiosity as he put a stopper in his newly finished jar. "Yeah?" he whispered back.

Kagome shot Harry a mischievous grin. "I know a way we can get this done faster. And have a little... fun..."

Harry slowly raised an eyebrow, lips twitching in lieu of a smile. Peculiarly, his eyes flickered to that grin of hers almost unconsciously before back to her dancing gaze, as if drawn, but it went unnoticed by everyone.

Overhearing her, Hermione looked at Kagome warily and Ron was watching with with undisguised interest.

Kagome tossed him the jar over their work table, shaking him back into reality, and he caught with ease due to his seeker reflexes. "Well? Let's see what you can do," she challenged and suddenly, her eyes squinted and she squeezed a bubotuber before he could think twice.

While Hermione gasped in shock, Ron and Kagome smothered a snort when the pus flew a little too high and Harry had to duck a bit to dodge it. He managed to thrust the jar in the air just in time though, catching the pus.

Harry gave a her mock-miffed look. "Hey, watch where you aim that thing!" he hissed, but the glitter in his eyes told her he wasn't very serious.

Kagome grinned impishly. "Awh, scared of getting dirty? I thought you were a Gryffindor!" she teased playfully.

Ron snickered softly and Hermione moaned under her breath. "You guys! This might be dangerous!" she chided them in a sharp whisper. "What if that's poisonous!"

They didn't really seem to hear her as Harry's eyes flashed and he smirked. "Oh, it's on."

Despite Hermione's pleas and chastising they went on, Ron and Hermione both giving them a wide berth, not wanting to get hit. It didn't take long for them to get to their fourth jar, switching off every jar.

Kagome was having a hard time stifling her giggles as she ducked the stream of pus and held up the jar just in time to catch it.

Suddenly, there was a pained sigh behind them. "Miss Higurashi. Mister Potter. Really?" came a slow drawl.

The pair froze, and slowly turned to the Professor with sheepish grins. Hermione groaned quietly under her breath and Ron paled and quickly went back to work.

Professor Sprout closed her eyes in exasperation as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "You do realize that the reason I require you to wear gloves is so that you do not touch the undiluted pus, correct?" she put out slowly, pinning them with pointed stares.

Kagome and Harry shared a look and nodded, shrugging.

Only Kagome heard Hermione mutter, "I knew it..." under her breath, but the only sign she gave away at hearing her friend were small twitches.

"Dear Merlin..." Professor Sprout muttered, an she stared at them blankly. "Miss Higurashi, this is worse than the mandrake incident," she intoned wearily.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to stop and turn to raise their eyebrows at that.

Kagome only flushed and chose to stay silent. "The pus can cause... undesirable results upon skin contact. I haven't the slightest clue how, but you two are lucky your childishness didn't end you two in the Hospital Ward! Five points each from Gryffindor for your recklessness, and please refrain from playing games!" Professor Sprout reprimanded sternly before resuming her rounds.

Kagome flushed, mortified that she lost House points but Harry only shrugged.

"Five points isn't that bad... figured she might take more than that..." he mused under his breath, loud enough for Kagome to hear so that she wouldn't feel bad.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. She wasn't even going to bother now.

Ron was sniggering. "Don't worry Hermione. You'll probably win back three times that by the end of the day,"

Hermione sent him a narrowed eyed glare. "That's not the point, Ronald," she retorted archly, emphasizing with a harsh squeeze to her bubotuber.

Ron winced, no doubt realizing she was imagining his throat in place of the bubotuber and wisely kept his mouth shut. Relenting, he nodded and hastily went back to work.

Kagome bit her lip and shot Harry an amused look who returned it. Grinning, she turned away from Hermione and mimed a gesture that suspiciously mimicked snapping a whip. She even included sound effects to go with it.

Harry struggled to keep his laughs quiet, because it was so true.

After the lesson was over, they turned to her. "So? The 'mandrake incident'?" Hermione prompted wryly the moment they left the greenhouse.

Kagome twitched, but otherwise schooled her face into the most impassive expression she could – the red flush to her cheeks sort of hampered the effect though.

She could remember it like it was yesterday.

It was just her luck that when Professor Sprout, who introduced Mandrakes every other year, would be doing just that the year Kagome came to Hogwarts. As such, she helped set the mandrakes up for the younger years – they were tiny, little things by that time but all the more vicious. After, Professor Sprout asked her to transfer some of the more faster growing mandrakes into larger containers before the younger years dealt with the bulk of them in a couple of weeks.

It was horrible really. She didn't know what she was expecting when she yanked out the first mandrake – but it certainly wasn't an ugly, pale green, deformed potato baby thing with a permanent scowl as it wailed bloody murder and struck out with its claws and teeth.

It startled her so much that she jumped, and it certainly didn't like that. It struck out, catching her arm right where the skin wasn't protected by her gloves and she acted on instinct.

She promptly chucked the horrid thing away from her.

Unfortunately for her, it glanced against a bucket of other mandrakes, which then toppled over the worktable and spilled numerous, vicious, wailing things all over the place.

And if that wasn't the worst part, somehow she knocked a hand against her earmuffs...

Three hours later, she woke up in the Hospital Ward with a very disgruntled Madam Pomfrey and an exasperated Professor Sprout on her hands...

"Incident? What incident? I don't know what you're talking about," she said with as much confidence and innocence she could muster. "Well, would you look at the time? We better be off to our next class," she announced despite the fact there was no way she knew that, considering she didn't carry a watch.

Turning on her foot she made her way back to the castle.

The trio shared a slow look, and snickered collectively.

"Uh, Kagome?" Ron called out hesitantly, trying oh so hard not to grin but failing oh so miserably. Harry wasn't even bothering, and Hermione had to duck her head, her shoulders shaking in silent giggles.

Kagome stilled. "Yes?" she called back out just as hesitantly.

"Care of Magical Creatures is this way," Harry quipped this time, sticking a thumb to the side. "Outside, y'know?" He was grinning cheekily at her by now.

Kagome blinked, and bit her lip. Was it in embarrassment, mortification, or amused disbelief? Probably all three. Either way, she slowly turned and started her way back to them.

"I knew that..." she muttered lamely as she walked by them, not looking at them. When they snickered, she only mumbled a short. "Shaddup..."

For their Care of Magical Creatures lesson, Hagrid introduced them to the wonderful thing known as Blast-Ended Skrewts.

Insert sarcasm here...

Surrounded by numerous, open wooden crates at his feet, Hagrid stood outside his his with one hand on the collar of Fang, his humongous black boar-hound. Fang in question was pulling against Hagrid's hold, eyeing the crates.

As the Gryffindors drew closer, they could hear something that suspiciously like rattling and minor explosions.

Harry, Kagome, Ron, and Hermione shared wary looks.

"Mornin'!" Hagrid greeted them, grinning from cheek to cheek at them. "Be'er wait fer the Slytherins, the won' want ter miss this - Blast-Ended Skrewts!"

Kagome blinked. Hermione's eyebrows rose. Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

"Come again?" Ron said, feeling the need to iterate the question running through all their minds.

Hagrid just pointed down into the crates.

"Eurgh!" squealed Lavender Brown, jumping backward.

Kagome and Hermione shared a look and rolled their eyes. Last night had yet to be forgotten.

Inside each crate were about a hundred creatures that looked like mutated, shell-less lobsters about six inches long. Horribly pale and slimy-looking, they had legs sticking out in very odd places with no visible heads and gave off a strong odor akin to rotting fish.

...Yum...

They were crawling over one another, bumping blindly into the sides of the boxes. Every now and then, sparks would fly out of the end of a skrewt, and with a small 'phut!' it would be propelled forward several inches.

Kagome snorted in amusement at the sight – they were entertaining to watch. "They're not that horrible..." she commented slowly as her head tilted so-so, as if doing so would make them look different and therefore more appeasing. She shrank under the incredulous gazes sent in her directions. "They're just an... acquired taste..." she finished lamely.

The trio snorted. Acquired taste indeed. "Yeah, they're just like little ugly teddy bears - horrible to look at but completely cuddly, y'know?" Harry murmured quietly with dry amusement, grinning boyishly when Kagome huffed and the other two snickered.

Hagrid came up to them right then. "On'y jus' hatched," he said proudly, "So yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" said a cold voice, signifying the arrival of the Slytherins.

It was Draco who had spoken, with Crabbe and Goyle, who were snickering, flanking him as he walked up. Pansy Parkinson was behind him, giggling somewhat obnoxiously behind her hand.

Draco pointedly looked anywhere but at Kagome, seeing her frown at him from the corner of his eyes. Harry and Ron were glaring at him with obvious dislike, and Hermione was frowning angrily as well.

Hagrid looked stumped at the question.

"I mean, what do they do?" Draco asked in a more neutral voice, though his eyebrow was raised in a way that could be taken as condescending. Some things couldn't be helped. "What is the point of them?" he asked slowly.

Hagrid opened his mouth, thinking; there was a few seconds' pause, then he said roughly, "Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things - I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer - I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass snake - just try 'em out with a bit of each."

"First pus and now this," muttered Seamus.

Apprehension bubbled under their skin as they grabbed handfuls of frog liver, and they forced down their gags of revulsion. Thought, they couldn't help but snicker as they picked up on what Kagome was muttering under her breath.

"Lovely. Frog livers. Why is it always frogs...?"

They tried feeding the Skrewts, they really did. But it didn't take long to realize how impossible it was when they discovered the little fact that they didn't seem to have mouths in the first place.

It also didn't take long until they realized just how dangerous the little buggers could be when one of them exploded a little too close to one of the Gryffindors, Dean Thomas.

"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," Malfoy drawled out sarcastically after Hagrid hurried over to check on the boy, informing them all the difference the males and females – the male having stingers, and the female with sucker things for blood. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once? It's a bloody dream come true," he snarked.

"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful," Hermione snapped. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?" she shot back at him sharply.

Kagome looked at her in disbelief. "Really – you wouldn't? I figured it'd be pretty cool, having a dragon as a pet," she mused.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione shot her incredulous looks. Hagrid looked like at her brightly, like he agreed with her full on.

It was no secret just how much he wanted exactly that.

Draco looked at her like she just grew two heads right then and there. "Only if you have a death wish," he retorted with an edge.

And as much as it pained the trio they agreed with him, albeit silently of course.

Kagome didn't seem to mind, or care really. Instead, her lips twitched and she shot Draco a wry grin. "Besides, these little guys would make great guards. Their looks ought to be enough to make a person pause, the rest of 'em will give a person a nasty surprise if they'd get too close," she teased.

Draco stared at her. His first instinct was to snap a snarky remark. It was on the tip of his tongue. But he held it back at her grin – for one, she was teasing him, like one would a friend, and besides, he was suppose to be nice to her.

So he smirked, because, she did have a point.

There was a moment of silence, when everyone stared in stunned surprise when he didn't insult her off the bat.

But his friends weren't so aware. "Why would you have one of those to guard anything? They look horrid," the Slytherin girl, Pansy, sneered as she glared snootily at Kagome.

Kagome just stared at her, unsure if she was being serious. Slowly, she turned to the trio. "Didn't I just – wasn't that my point?" she asked rhetorically, a little puzzled. Her friends snorted under their breaths.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyance bubbling at Pansy's remark. He really should rethink his involvement with her.

"Well, at least the skrewts are small," Ron commented as they made their way back up to the castle for lunch an hour later.

"Until Hagrid's finds out what they eat," Hermione muttered in an exasperated voice, "then with our luck, they'll turn out to be six feet long..."

"Well, that won't matter if they turn out to cure seasickness or something, will it?" said Ron, grinning slyly at her.

Harry and Kagome shared looks and sniggered.

"You know perfectly well I only said that to shut Malfoy up," said Hermione primly. "As a matter of fact I think he's right. The best thing to do would be to stamp on the lot of them before they start attacking us all."

Kagome choked, looking at the girl in amused incredulity. "That's rather... harsh, isn't it? Especially coming from the girl advocating for elf-rights," she remarked wryly.

Hermione only harrumphed. "There's a difference and you know it," she shot back quickly, not looking at her.

They all snorted in disbelief.

Sitting down at the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to lunch and Hermione began eating so fast that they stared at her.

"Er - is this the new stand on elf rights?" Ron asked hesitantly. "You're going to make yourself puke instead...?"

"No," said Hermione, with as much dignity as she could muster with her mouth bulging with sprouts. "I just want to get to the library."

"What?" Harry said incredulously. "Already?"

Ron himself was sputtering in disbelief. "Hermione - it's the first day back! We haven't even got homework yet!" he exclaimed wildly.

Hermione shrugged and continued to shovel down her food as though she had not eaten for days. Then she leapt to her feet, said, "See you at dinner!" and departed at high speed.

Kagome blinked owlishly. "I never realized before know just how much she likes books..." she murmured in amazement. "She's very... dedicated..."

Harry and Ron scoffed. That was putting it lightly.

Damn near obsessed was more like it...

When the bell rang to signal the start of afternoon lessons, the remaining three set off for the North Tower and to the room where one Professor Trelawney lived.

They were the first to enter the room, and the smell of sweet perfume hit them the moment they climbed out from the stepladder that led into the room.

Kagome gazed around, taking in the 'uniqueness' of the circular room with its reddish light and the small circular tables, chintz chairs, and poufs dotting the room. Her eyebrows furrowed when there was no teacher to be found.

"Good day," a misty and rather creepy voice suddenly sounded from right behind them.

Kagome let out a wild shriek and jumped, startled. Turning, she unconsciously latched onto Harry's arm as she stumbled into him and promptly gasped.

For a moment, Kagome's and the Professor's eyes locked and Trelawney went oddly stiff and Kagome's grip tightened.

Her already bug-like eyes widened from behind her thick glasses. The color drained from her face. Her voice morphed into a raspy, harsh breathy tone.

"The turner of tide, the former guardian, has come with the power to help or hinder. Two paths are set, one must be taken, and will mark the difference between years and decades of an upcoming war..." she gasped out hoarsely, her voice barely a harsh whisper.

Kagome was breathing heavily as the teacher suddenly blinked and her eyes cleared. "Hello dear, amd who are you?"

Kagome stared at the woman, "K-Kagome... Kagome Higurashi," she stuttered out, not really knowing what else to do.

If it was even possible, the Professor's eyes widened even more so. "I see..." she murmured with a strange emotion to her voice.

Kagome was still holding Harry, and when they looked at each other they both noticed they had the same distinct face that said 'What the hell?'/ Then they looked down at each other and realized they were still holding each other.

Quicker than saying Quidditch, they sprang apart and put in a four feet distance for good measure.

Ron burst out laughing and Kagome spun around in a flash to smack him indigently. "Not funny!" she snapped hotly.

Ron mumbled a sulky "Hey..."

His expression made Harry laugh too until she smacked him as well, making him stop short. He pouted, mumbling meekly under his breath. "Hey..."

Kagome huffed "Who's laughing now?" she told him, feeling rather smug at the moment.

Harry dropped the pout and stared at her dryly. "You're the one who screamed and hugged me," he reminded her wryly.

Kagome's cheeks flushed. Turning on her heel, she picked a random seat, muttering all the while. "Shaddup..."

Harry and Ron chuckled as they followed her.

It was then that they started to fidget awkwardly, suddenly realizing that there were other people in the room and they were all staring at them.

Then with a jolt, Harry realized that they must have heard the prophecy too, if the mixed looks of suspicion, apprehension, and curiosity were anything to go by...

Kagome, already embarrassed enough for the day, snapped sullenly. "Take a picture – it lasts longer."

Her sharp voice jolted people into action, and they hurried to their seats.

Thankfully class started just then before anything else could happen.

"All this is, is rubbish anyways..." she muttered under her breath, and Harry could see that those who could hear her believed it. Rarely anyone who had this class believed in Trelawney's 'abilities' anyways...

But for some reason, Harry had the niggling feeling that this time, it really wasn't...

"My dears, it is time for us to consider the stars," Professor Trelawney was saying with that voice of hers, filled to the brim of over-exaggeration and mystery. "The movements of the planets and the mysterious portents they reveal only to those who understand the steps of the celestial dance. Human destiny may be deciphered by the planetary rays, which intermingle..."

By the way the student's eyes were glazed over, Kagome could see the certain people's minds were drifting away and others were falling asleep.

Kagome glanced at her two friends in particular and shoved down a snigger. Ron's eyes had a dull, glazed over look to them and Harry's eyes were drooping, as if half-asleep.

Now Kagome saw why Professor Dumbledore assured her that extra Divination classes weren't needed... Still – she was sure it would be better than Arithmancy...

As for Harry himself, Kagome was right. He was half-asleep. But part of his mind was wandering and wondering about what happened earlier.

He knew Professor Trelawney was an old fraud – most of the time anyways. But just then...

She had spoken in that same harsh, sharp tone as she did before when she rambled on about Voldemort rising again last term, and Dumbledore himself said he believed the trance was genuine.

So... what did it mean? The prophecy was obviously about Kagome, but what did it mean by the 'former guardian'? Guardian of what?

And then the 'turner of tide' part, not to mention the 'upcoming war'... 'Well, that isn't ominous...' Harry thought darkly, dripping with sarcasm. From what he could tell, Kagome would play a big part in the war, and there was the chance that she could basically help them win.

Either that, or destroy them...

Harry shifted, uneasy. That part didn't sit well with him – thoughts of his new friend basically turning against them, fighting them along side with Voldemort, made his stomach twist like a sharp knife inside him.

"Harry!" Ron muttered and beside him, Kagome snorted quietly under her breath, eyes dancing.

Harry jerked, suddenly wrenched from his thoughts. "What?" he blurted out automatically.

Looking around, he noticed that the whole class was staring at him. He sat up straight, realizing he had been almost dozing off, lost in his thoughts.

"I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn," said Professor Trelawney, a faint note of resentment in her voice at the fact that he had obviously not been hanging on her words. Her bug eyes were glaring down at him.

"Born under - what, sorry?" Harry stammered, confused, and he cast a quick glare to his friends, noticing their shaking shoulders.

"Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!" Professor Trelawney snapped, obviously irritated that he wasn't riveted by this news. "I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth. . . . Your dark hair. . . your mean stature...tragic losses so young in life. . . I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in midwinter?" By then her voice had slipped back in the usual hazy tone.

"No," Harry said blankly, drawing it out. "I was born in July."

Ron and Kagome hastily turned their laughs to coughs.

Her eyes narrowed, but Professor Trelawney wasn't to be deterred. Instead, she turned her wide eyes to Kagome.

Kagome went rigid, like a deer stuck in headlights – which, considering the Professors bulging eyes, hit the nail a little too close.

"And you, my dear? Haunted eyes, dark hair... you own tragic losses, and so young too..." she trailed off mysteriously. Her hazy voice was filled with pity but there was also a meaningful edge.

An edge that made Kagome stiffen. Glaring at the woman harshly, Kagome felt the burning stares of curiosity from the surrounding students. She could even see Harry and Ron looking at her in mixed surprise and interest.

Kagome's eye twitched and her jaw clenched. Didn't the woman know it was supposed to be kept a freaking secret?

This was a right laugh - she really should have listened to Hermione when she said the Professor was a fraud, but divination sounded interesting. If she knew her past would be used by some piece of work fraud to play up on some fake abilities, she would gone and chanced Arithmancy.

Seriously, it isn't a prediction when you already know it...

Her temper got the better of her. "No, actually, I was born in the summer like Harry. In June," she snarled, a little too harshly than she meant to, but still. Kagome sent the woman a chilling stare with a clear, yet hidden message.

Back. Off.

It got the desired affect, as Professor Trelawney appeared taken aback and quickly moved on with the class.

Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise at her sudden ferocity, but Kagome avoided their gazes.

Ron and Harry covertly shared a look, a silent message passing between them.

Here was another clue.

After that, class went on as each of them were given a complicated circular chart to fill in the position of the planets at their moment of birth.

In the end, it resulted with Ron making a crack at having a look at Lavenders 'Uranus' and the class with a detailed analysis of the way the planetary movements in the will affect them, with reference to their personal charts due by Monday.

Suffice to say, none of them were very happy as they made their way down to dinner.

Weelllll, what do you think? ^^

Anyways, I hope you all really enjoyed it! I loved writing the part for Herbology, I thought it was cute! ^^ And oh! Which reminds me! Credit for the 'mandrake incident' idea goes to the lovely and the talented Bishonen'sFoxyMiko! Thanks hon!

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