"Didn't you hear? Trelawny finally got the boot! Dumbledore finally threw the old bat out!"

"What?"

"I just told you , she's gone!"

"How did you find out?"

Harry Potter looked throughly confused as his best friend , Ron Weasley , rattled off about their divination teacher. Sybil Trelawny had been predicting Harry's death since their third year and left the students with a strong feeling that she was mostly bits of fluff and broken crystal balls up in sanity department.

The two walked down to the Great Hall in a hurried pace , they were only going to get 15 minutes worth of breakfast after Neville had "conveniently" forgotten to put Trevor , his nuisance of a pet toad , pack into his cage that night. Ron had shoved the box of filbuster-weasley fireworks , a modified new model of the popular product , which now spray dung and sang shril nursery rhimes , under his bead the night before as soon as they arrived in their room after the feat. Trevor seemed to have gotten curious earlier that morning , and more likely bored , because he had managed to knock the candle off Dean's bed. Being the clever toad he is , Trevor stood back and watched as the candle rolled into the box or fireworks , and the rest was chaos. Not to mention the fact that Ron was sleeping right on top of them as they exploded.

"If there is a new divination teacher , why didn't we see her.them , " Harry corrected himself , trying to imagine a man dressed in the same sequined attire and slippers as their former teacher , "At the feast last night?"

Ron rolled his eyes towards the ceiling rather dramatically , and was met with the picture of a sour looking goblin who hissed at him. He looked abck over to Harry as they entered the Great hall and began , in a misty and low voice , a perfect impression of Trelawny.

"Oh , my dears , It is absolutely necessary I don't see you all out of his classroom. Other people will cloud my inner eye , " At this point he pressed a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes , " And then it will be EXTREMELY difficult to predict your digesting of a moldy piece of toast for breakfast tommor , which will surely lead to your doom!"

Harry sighed as he fell into a chair at the Gryffindor table and looked down to his plate , reaching for a pitcher of milk.

"Of course , You're absolutely." He paused from pouring milk into his glass to look up and see Ron in front of an already full plate of bacon , eggs , and a few pastries. Ron was currently shovelling the eggs into his mouth , and Harry winced as he popped a piece of bacon in before drowning it all down with a long drink of orange juice.

"Err.Hungry?" Harry quesitoned

Ron looked up and pushed another piece of bacon into his mouth , nodding enthusiasticly.

"Yes , 'ery"He managed out through a full mouth , flinging bits of halfway chewed foot in Harry's direction. Harry stare at the pieces tempting to assault him , and watched as they almost moved in slow motion. He looked horrified and dove for the floor. Like an action movie , everything seemed still as Harry yelled "nooooooo!" and flew from his chair , hitting the floor and rolling over onto his back.

Dean whipped his head around to stare at him , Lavender and Parvati raised an eyebrow in perfect unision , and Ron peered over the table at him strangely. He shovelled a bit of eggs into his mouth and leaned over.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked , and Harry immediately felt the bits of food land on his face. He groaned and sat up , massaging his shoulder carefully.

"Fine."

Harry pulled himself into his chair and watched Ron eat again , He was no longer hungry. Odd? Yeah , right.

"So.uh.anyway." Dean began , looking at Ron in a concerned fashion before looking over at Harry bright and cheerful again , causing a few people around them to shudder.

"You've heard about the new divination teacher?!?" Dean exclaimed

Harry just stare. He really , really needed to figure out how someone could be so happy the morning of their first day of school.

"Yeah , Have you seen them?" He asked , trying to calm down as he wiped the egg bits from his glasses thoughtfully.

"Well , of course! Right there!" Dean grab him roughly , and Harry was forced to look around at the staff table. He slumped down in a defeated gesture , about to tell Dean off pretty severly , when he saw his cause of excitement.

At the staff table , seated between McGonagal and Snape was a woman. She was watching the two proffessors quarrel at each other like a cat and dog , with her face mixed in fear and shocked amusement. Harry felt a pang of simpathy for the poor woman as McGonagal latched onto her shoulder and began to snarl something offensive to Snape in her ear.

Their teacher was a somewhat tanned , brown haired woman who seemed to be around her thirties. Her face was looking pretty pained at the moment as she seemed to be suggesting something to the battling teachers. McGonagal seemed to consider before letting fo of the poor Proffessor's shoulder , and Snape sent a death glare in her direction. The teacher seemed to relax considerably and took a long drink of her coffee.

"-Won't last a month. The woman looks like just one of Fred and Georges tricks would knock her flat onto her own Crystal ball. You know , the funny thing is , didn't she predict that she'll be clobbered this year?"

Ron's comments jerked Harry from his thoughts and he looked over to see Dean and Ron talking together , both clutching their schedules and occasionally looking down to them grimly. Harry blinked. When did they get their schedules---???

He looked down and saw that his own schedule was placed in his bowl of cereal and was hlafway soaked with milk. Harry sighed and fished it out , flicking a cornflake off his first class. He stare.

No , It wasn't double potions with Slytherins. It was History of Magic , With Proffessor Binns and the Ravenclaws. 'First thing in the morning--- ?!?!?!' he mentally protested. There was no way he would learn anything in this class this year. Harry swiftly reminded himself he rarely did and surveyed his second class wearily. Care of Magical Creatures. Well , at least he would wake up.

Coming to a halt on Tuesday , he saw he had Divination right after lunch. This was re assuring , knowing he would be able to hear about it today , and Harry stood slowly to pack the paper in his bag. Yanking Ron out of his chair , Harry started towards History of Magic as teachers began to rise from their chairs. He noticed a few were looking around them stealthily , probably trying to sneak off to class without their students knowing so detentions could be handed out. Their new Divination Proffessor sighed somewhat relieved as McGonagal stood to leave but was soon embraced in a conversation with Severus Snape. "Damn" She thought to herself.