Chapter Three
Disclaimer: This is what I think may happen, so please don't get pissed off at me if you don't like it. Also, I'm skipping through the years since I have no clue what may happen in 5th, 6th or 7th, and I don't want to guess, so sorry. Lastly, character's thoughts will be italicized.
(Takes place at the beginning Harry's seventh year.)
Sibyll Trelawney once again found herself in a staff meeting, only this time it was at the beginning of the year. Also, instead of Professor Binns giving the sleep-inducing speech, it was Headmaster Dumbledore. Sibyll once again sat in the worn down green chair nearest one of the fires that she was so accustomed too. Sibyll had surprised everyone that day and actually had shown up early and looked actually interested in the speech that Dumbledore was giving on upping the security around the school since this was Harry Potter's last year and Voldemort (whom now the entire wizarding world knew was alive now after last year's disaster) was sure to try and kill him before he went off to the Auror Academy, where he would be safe from any type of Dark Magic. Sibyll had long since figured out what her dream had meant and knew that if she didn't do anything soon then Harry Potter would be dead at the end of the year and the wizard world would be under the control of Voldemort and at the moment was actually pretending (something that she was very good at) to listen while still trying to figure out what she could do to help this impending situation in a silent battle against herself. Let's see, I for sure can't tell Dumbledore, that'd be breaking the ultimate DD rule of keeping your dreams to yourself, for if you were to tell anyone, they'd die a very untimely death. What can I do? Where have the years gone? What happened to the past two years? Oh God, what can I do- I can't tell anybody, I'm not a powerful witch, I can't help Harry straight out. Oh God, in ten months, the world will officially be over and there's nothing I can do.
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Minerva McGonagall sat in her usual maroon and grey chair, nearest to Professor Sprout, looking over at Sibyll Trelawney. She seemed to be debating something very depressing over with herself and was obviously fighting a losing battle because Minerva could see tears spring unknowingly to Sibyll's eyes, before Sibyll wiped them away. Hmm..., even though I've never been that great of a friend to Sibyll, I guess it is high-time that that I became nice to her, even if she has no Divination powers at all. Besides, she does look extremely upset; I'll bet one of her siblings or something like that died. Yes, that's it, someone close to her died and she's simply mourning them. I'll have to remember to ask her to some hot-chocolate or something, after the meeting. And with that, Minerva switched back her thoughts to the meeting and what Dumbledore was saying.
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Sibyll felt tears spring to her eyes as she finally realized what she had to do, for Harry and the world. Finally, feeling confident that she had a new plan that would (with a little bit of luck) work, she set aside her woes her woes that had been plaguing her for the past two years and actually sat back and relaxed, hoping to enjoy the rest of the meeting. Twenty minutes later, when the meeting was finally over, she got up and starting to walk out until she was stopped by Minerva McGonagall grabbing her by the arm. Startled, she whipped around, arms tensed until she saw who it was. What does she want with me? I swear I was paying attention in the meeting; nevertheless, she'll probably give me a lecture on proper etiquette during meetings. Besides, I always have had a sneaking suspicion that she knows that I'm only a DD. Oh well, it might even be amusing and I'll get to try pushing some of that "Inner Eye" crap at her to see if she buys it. Ha! This may actually be fun!
"Hey Sibyll, I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some hot-chocolate with me?" asked Minerva.
"Uh..umm...sure, ok," Sibyll replied, completely not ready for that question.
With that brief exchange of words, they both started walking down the hall together, assumably to Minerva's office, both in complete silence.
What do I say now? Thought Minerva as they walked down one corridor and turned left towards her office. Do I say that I'm sorry, or just give her words of encouragement? Oh well, here goes nothing!
"Sibyll, I know that we haven't been the best of friends, but I do want to say that I'm sorry and I do feel your pain- it's happened to me before too.
What?? How can she know? Can she read minds or something? How much does she know? Play along! That's it just play along until you find out how much she knows. "Uh, thanks, I think that I'll be ok, it'll just take time to get used to it, but I'll be ok," replied Sibyll as she watched Minerva unlock her door.
"If you don't mind my asking, who was it, a sibling or someone close?" asked Minerva, uncertainly. Please don't break into tears, please, please, I don't want you to be mad at me. She thought as she magically heated up hot-chocolate.
"Uh, Minerva, what do you mean," Sibyll said uneasily. What in the hell is she talking about?
"Well, who died? I saw you crying in the staff meeting, although I do have to say that it was very brave of you to actually come in such a distraught state," Minerva said. I certainly wouldn't have come if someone I knew had died.
"Oh, oh I see, it was my brother, Scott," Sibyll said quickly in between taking sips of hot-chocolate. Phewwwww. She doesn't know anything.
Their conversation went on for at least twenty more minutes, until Minerva gave a yell and realized that she was supposed to be at Dumbledore's office five minutes before and quickly apologized and left, leaving Sibyll alone. Sibyll quickly did a cleaning spell and put away Minerva's dishes back where they belonged. Sibyll then quickly left and walked towards her tower with a smile plastered to her face. Strange, why am I smiling? she thought.