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And now for the part we've all been waiting for-adventure, that flighty temptress!
It came while they were eating dinner.
Halfway through a bite of cold chicken and potatoes, Astoria's owl came in. She seemed to have forgiven him enough to tell him the news before anyone knew.
"Dear Harry, Draco Malfoy's dead."
It was void of emotion, no sadness or mourning, just the plain, true news. "Hermione," said Harry, "Now's the time! Quick! Four turns and we'll find the murderer!"
They took advantage of Ginny conveniently using the toilet to put the minuscule Time-Turner around their necks and turn it over four times.
The world around them was suddenly a dizzying blur, working backwards and people disappearing. After all was still, Hermione kept the Time-Turner and they were in an empty room. "We're still in the library!" she hissed. "Come on, let's go into Malfoy's room!"
"We musn't be seen," whispered Harry.
They sneaked their way into Malfoy's empty, unlocked room and went onto his balcony where they could see the corridors and the library. "We'll be able to see us!"
After about half an hour, they decided to lock the door to make sure no one came in. Unexpectedly, however, Daphne Greengrass suddenly started knocking on the door. "Draco!"
Daphne coughed. "What should we do?" Harry asked.
"Harry! Quick!" Hermione hissed in his ear. "You know what to do!"
"Daphne, is that you?" Harry yelled, feigning Malfoy's accent. "I'm busy now! Be down in a spot!"
"In a spot?" Daphne's voice was skeptical. "Since when did you talk like Weasel and Potty?"
"DAPHNE!" roared Hermione, trying to keep her voice excruciatingly low.
Convinced, Daphne smirked. "Yeah, Drakie," she cooed before leaving. Hearing her stilettos clatter away, Harry heaved a sigh of relief.
After what seemed like forever, a masked figure whispered "Alohomora!" and entered the room. Harry and Hermione hid precariously under the bed.
From his curled position, Harry could hear Hermione's breathing getting faster and faster. "Shh," he whispered. "Not so loud." Hermione brushed his comments off and continued listening intently, breathing slightly softer.
The figure slipped off her mask, revealing long brown hair. "Pansy!" gasped Hermione.
"My love." Another masked figure had entered, placing his hands on Pansy's shoulder. Unmasking himself, he stared at her. "Malfoy will be coming along?"
"I'm sure of it," whispered Pansy.
"I sure hope so," said the man.
The accent was unmistakable. "SEAMUS!" growled Harry. "Pansy and Seamus?"
What they saw next was worse that everything all put together. Pansy removed Seamus's mask and they started kissing. "Pansy," he growled, "Not now. When it's all over."
"Soon," hissed Pansy. Footsteps in the corridor alerted the pair. "Quick!"
They hid behind a cupboard. "It's now or never," said Hermione. "NOW!"
Just as Malfoy burst in, they jumped out from under the bed and cried, "Expelliarmus!" Pansy looked at them with a look of ultimate horror. "Nooo!" she shreiked. Seamus decided to fight wandless. He stood up and punched Harry in the face.
Helpfully, Harry fainted. "Much of an Auror!" scowled Hermione in disdain. Seamus rounded on her, grinning evilly-Malfoy had fainted out of fear-but before he could do anything, she performed a spectacular Full-Body Bind on him, and he fell to the floor immobilised.
To be sure, she performed another Body-Bind on Pansy and left them there with their wands out of reach. She also erased their memories. "Harry!" she realised suddenly.
Pointing her wand at Harry and saying "Ennervate!", waking Harry up, she half-dragged the both of them back to their dizzy room and shut the door. They made it just in time-instantly everything got still, and the Time-Turner glowed red.
All of a sudden, there was an explosion of perfume and pink mist.
"Did I give you a shock, loves?" asked the Seer, who appeared in the midst of it all.
"Where's Ginny?" asked Hermione.
"Oh, she's in the toilet. If I were you, I'd not worry about her. How did it go?"
"But you're not supposed to remember-Dumbledore didn't-"
"But I am a Seer," said Cassandra Trelawney pompously, "And that does matter, hun."
"I have a question to ask of you!" said Harry abruptly.
"Ask away, my boy," said Cassandra with a smile.
"You're supposed to be dead! Are you real...? Or did you come back to life?"
"Why can't I be real?" she asked in reply. "But no and yes. I am not part of present reality, but I am reality, and so I am real. That doesn't matter, does it? All we can do is save the living. I trust your mission went well."
"Very well, ma'am!" said Hermione.
"Seamus...tsk, tsk..." said Trelawney. "And you want to know something else, isn't it? About my great-great-granddaughter?"
"Mmn..." replied Hermione, inviting her to carry on.
"Sybill Trelawney is not what we call a true Seer. Her powers are somewhat limited by herself. She is not the type that will live normally and be a Seer at the same time. By shutting herself up in her own mysterious ways, she only oppresses them. It is true that she can make the truth once in a while, of course, but other times, she would be what we call a phony and a fraud. You were indeed quite right to leave her lesson-you are not gifted in the Sight. You are more logical, am I right?"
Hermione nodded.
"But you will go far, my children. You have already relied on your wit to do so many things. If you ever wish my guidance, just press that knob over there-"
She pointed to the Time-Turner.
"What knob?" asked Harry.
"Ah, my son, not all gifts are meant for everyone," said Trelawney. "This one is meant for only Hermione, and not forever if she chooses so-because only when she believes it will be visible."
"What is your name?"
"I trust you know, but for curiousity's sake!" laughed Trelawney. "Cassandra."
"Why didn't you ever visit your descendant?"
"My boy!" Trelawney beamed. "Do not ask that from me! For she can cope quite well on her own..."
Without another word, she disappeared, Ron woke up and Ginny emerged from the toilet.
"Hullo," she said vaguely.
"Hi, Ginny," said Hermione, who flung her arms around Ginny.
"What's got into her?" asked Ginny.
Harry mumbled "nothing," but deep down, he really did know what had happened to her and himself. The adventure of a century.