Evil on the Horizon
(This takes place in Harry's third year.)
Sibyll Trelawney walked into the staff meeting (late as usual), making everyone's heads jerk up from the trance they had been in while listening to Professor Binn's annual Hogwarts year end wrap-up. Somehow the man, even in death, had the ability the ease even the most adamant wills into coma-like states while talking about Dementors, fugitive convicts and escaped hippogriffs. At once, though, after seeing that it was only her, everyone's heads fell back down to their previous positions. Sibyll walked in a took her usual seat far from the center, in a beaten down green chair that was located next to one of the many fires in the room, and settled down for what seemed would be the next half an hour or endless droning. Sibyll looked up at her nearest colleague, Professor Snape, who was have a sound snooze in another roughed up green chair. Sibyll's head slowly fell down into the same position that the rest of her fellow Professors' were in until she heard a name. The name that she feared the most. Harry Potter.
Sibyll Trelawney wasn't like many people in the world. She was one of the few and rare people that possessed the skills of DD (aka Dream Divination). Although, she'd be the last to admit it, she wasn't very good at any of the other fields of Divination. Actually, the only reason Headmaster Dumbledore had hired her only because she could use DD to make predictions, but those dreams that she could actually remember were few and far between. Basically, when she taught, she just made up heaps of vague predictions that she knew would have to come true, but when it became to her dreams, she knew she was right. For these reasons, people such as Minerva and other skeptics didn't believe that Divination was an actual form of magic. Sibyll knew why these people didn't believe people like her, but she also knew and believed in herself and she knew that she was a real Divinator. Sibyll knew that she had a secret, a dark one. And because it was so dark and horrible, she couldn't share it.
The first dream had come to her nearly sixteen years ago. She had seen a young couple, one with red hair and green eyes and one with dark messy black hair and brown eyes. She had instantly recognized these people- Lily Evans and James Potter. But she had also seen a young baby, one with messy black hair and stunning green eyes that she didn't know. She had assumed at the time that the little baby had been James and Lily's baby; after all, they were in their seventh year and they were both deeply in love with each other. Sibyll had been very pleased to see this, she had always secretly hoped that they would end up together, but then horror had stuck. The dream originally had come in flashes of green light and screams that she had assumed were Lily's.Each time that she would have fragments of the dream, she would always wake up shaking and covered in a cold sweat. It took Sibyll a complete month, but she finally pieced together the dream: Voldemort would kill Lily and James, but leave Harry alone for some reason. When Sibyll told her dream to Dumbledore, he simply sat there in shock, not believing what she had just said. Dumbledore, ignoring Sibyll's cries that this was truly the future and couldn't be changed, ordered that Lily and James go under the Fidelius Charm. Of course, just as Sibyll's dream had shown her, James and Lily had died, but Harry was miraculously saved. Dumbledore had from there on scheduled weekly meetings with her to make sure that he hadn't made the same mistake twice.
Sibyll suddenly awakened from her coma-like state when Binns had just hit Halloween and Sirius Black's romp through the castle. She looked around the room noticing that everyone else was still bent over, in deep trances and she leaned back and relaxed again and she eventually sank into a deep sleep.
Harry Potter stood at the edge of the forest, preparing all of his energy to fight Voldemort. He looked around towards his sides, Dumbledore, Black, Lupin, and McGonogall and dozens of others were all already dead, from the killing curses of Deatheaters. With tears in his eyes, he stood and faced Voldemort, and bowed slightly to indicate the start of their duel. Harry hadn't any time to react as Voldemort, in a blur of speed pulled his wand out and screamed the Killing Curse in the blink of eye, and two seconds later, Harry dropped dead. Ron and Hermione hugged each other even closer and shared one last kiss before they died. Sibyll watched as they died in each other's arms. Voldemort stood up and launched the Dark Mark into the sky- the sign that the Dark Side had finally won out over and truly ruled the wizarding world.
Sibyll Trelawney woke up, shaking and covered in a heavy, cold sweat.