"Come along Harry, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, this way!" said Dumbledore
cheerfully.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and a select group of teachers, (Snape, McGonnegal, Flitwick, Lupin, and to Professor McGonnegal's dismay and disapproval, Sibbyl Trewlany,) were off on there journey to Middle Earth.
Harry was still trying to explain everything to Ron and Hermione, who were still very confused, Snape was glaring at them and looking more sallow then ever, McGonnegal and Lupin were conversing with Flitwick, who was telling them about a charm he had performed in his youth that he thought would bring Sauron and his evil ring to an end, and Professor Trewlaney was telling the only person who would listen, Dumbledore,(who was even a bit reluctant) that this was all a matter of Fate.
"If only I had my Orb with me," she complained, "I must consult its crystalline depths. I'm sure it would show me what we're heading for, and all the conditions we'll be under. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it showed us how we could destroy the Dark Lord Sauron's One Ring."
"The only thing her crystal ball ever shows is that there will be loads of fog," said Hermione, not bothering to keep her voice down. She had never liked Professor Trewlaney or Divination at all.
"My dear," said Professor Trewlany, clearly annoyed by Hermione's comment, "You obviously do not have the power of the Sight, and are certainly not the one to predict from a crystal ball."
Hermione scoffed and walked ahead muttering, "Like I'd want to have the power of Sight. Load of rubbish if you ask me."
Harry was now quite tired, and his legs rather soar. They had been walking for what had seemed like hours. Ron obviously was feeling the same way.
"My muscles are all seized up. Are we almost to Inner Earth, or whatever it's called?" he complained as he stopped to rest on a large rock.
"Middle Earth, Ron. And I don't know if we're almost there. I'll ask Dumbledore-"
"Yes, Mr. Weasley, we're almost to the place where we will travel to Middle Earth," said Dumbledore, who apparently heard Harry and Ron's conversation. "In fact, here we are now!"
They were at the base of a huge tree, bigger then Harry had ever seen. It seemed to stretch for miles into the bright blue sky.
"Bloody Brilliant!" croaked Ron who was also staring with awe at the gigantic tree.
"Albus, how do we-" said McGonnegal who was clearly confused.
"It's quite simple, really said Dumbledore, strolling up o the tree. "All we have to do is poke this knot right here," he indicated a large knot at the front of the tree, "And slide right down the chute."
Everyone looked still utterly confused, except Lupin, who stepped forward.
"Ah, Remus, would mind demonstrating? I'm afraid I've forgotten exactly what spell to-"
"Certainly, Albus," said Lupin, ignoring Snape's look of pure hatred. He stepped up to the knot and tapped all around it, then straight in the middle and muttered something indiscernible.
"What did he say?" whispered Ron, "Pickled begonias?"
"Honestly, Ron," said Hermione matter-of-factly. " Lupin performed a simple spell that will open up almost anything. Plickutis Borialas!"
"Oh, very obvious, Hermione. Everyone knows that, of course." Then, more quietly to Harry, "Anyone who's had broiled textbook for supper, that is."
Harry laughed, then turned his attention back to the tree and Lupin. There was now a narrow tube where the knot used to be, only it was much wider. Dumbledore was climbing into the chute.
"Now everyone watch me. It's very simple, really," he was saying, and with a turn of his back, he disappeared down the tube.
"I'll go next," said Lupin. He disappeared with a swish of his shabby robes.
Snape went next, then McGonnegal, then Flitwick.
"You go next, my dears," said Professor Trewlany, her large eyes glittering at Ron and Hermione. Hermione strolled forward with one swift movement, then was gone. Ron waved good bye to Harry, then slipped down the chute after Hermione.
"The reason I had them go was because I must talk to you, my dear," sad Professor Trewlany urgently. Harry sighed. Most likely Professor Trewlany was going to discuss his future with him, which, from her eyes was nothing but pain and sorrow.
"The last rime I gazed into my orb, I saw something most terrible, most dreadful. Oh Harry- I saw, I saw-" she clutched a glittering hand to her heart. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I saw the-the Grim."
"Again?" said Harry, trying to sound greatly worried, though he wasn't in the least. At least, he hoped he wasn't.
"But, my dear, next to the Grim, I saw-you."
"Oh," said Harry, his heart sinking. So she was predicting his death again.
"Harry I must warn you. On this journey, stay out of harm's way. Of course, nothing can change Fate, but promise, Harry, promise!"
Harry, who thought it quite impossible to stay "out of harm's way" when he went on his journey, changed to subject.
"Professor, I think we better go down the chute. They're probably all waiting for us-"
"Alright my dear, but you can't say I didn't warn you. The worst is yet to come." And with that, she climbed into the chute, and disappeared.
Harry sighed, and, trying to ignore Professor Trewlaney's prediction, stepped into the chute, and slid down, plunging into complete darkness.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and a select group of teachers, (Snape, McGonnegal, Flitwick, Lupin, and to Professor McGonnegal's dismay and disapproval, Sibbyl Trewlany,) were off on there journey to Middle Earth.
Harry was still trying to explain everything to Ron and Hermione, who were still very confused, Snape was glaring at them and looking more sallow then ever, McGonnegal and Lupin were conversing with Flitwick, who was telling them about a charm he had performed in his youth that he thought would bring Sauron and his evil ring to an end, and Professor Trewlaney was telling the only person who would listen, Dumbledore,(who was even a bit reluctant) that this was all a matter of Fate.
"If only I had my Orb with me," she complained, "I must consult its crystalline depths. I'm sure it would show me what we're heading for, and all the conditions we'll be under. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it showed us how we could destroy the Dark Lord Sauron's One Ring."
"The only thing her crystal ball ever shows is that there will be loads of fog," said Hermione, not bothering to keep her voice down. She had never liked Professor Trewlaney or Divination at all.
"My dear," said Professor Trewlany, clearly annoyed by Hermione's comment, "You obviously do not have the power of the Sight, and are certainly not the one to predict from a crystal ball."
Hermione scoffed and walked ahead muttering, "Like I'd want to have the power of Sight. Load of rubbish if you ask me."
Harry was now quite tired, and his legs rather soar. They had been walking for what had seemed like hours. Ron obviously was feeling the same way.
"My muscles are all seized up. Are we almost to Inner Earth, or whatever it's called?" he complained as he stopped to rest on a large rock.
"Middle Earth, Ron. And I don't know if we're almost there. I'll ask Dumbledore-"
"Yes, Mr. Weasley, we're almost to the place where we will travel to Middle Earth," said Dumbledore, who apparently heard Harry and Ron's conversation. "In fact, here we are now!"
They were at the base of a huge tree, bigger then Harry had ever seen. It seemed to stretch for miles into the bright blue sky.
"Bloody Brilliant!" croaked Ron who was also staring with awe at the gigantic tree.
"Albus, how do we-" said McGonnegal who was clearly confused.
"It's quite simple, really said Dumbledore, strolling up o the tree. "All we have to do is poke this knot right here," he indicated a large knot at the front of the tree, "And slide right down the chute."
Everyone looked still utterly confused, except Lupin, who stepped forward.
"Ah, Remus, would mind demonstrating? I'm afraid I've forgotten exactly what spell to-"
"Certainly, Albus," said Lupin, ignoring Snape's look of pure hatred. He stepped up to the knot and tapped all around it, then straight in the middle and muttered something indiscernible.
"What did he say?" whispered Ron, "Pickled begonias?"
"Honestly, Ron," said Hermione matter-of-factly. " Lupin performed a simple spell that will open up almost anything. Plickutis Borialas!"
"Oh, very obvious, Hermione. Everyone knows that, of course." Then, more quietly to Harry, "Anyone who's had broiled textbook for supper, that is."
Harry laughed, then turned his attention back to the tree and Lupin. There was now a narrow tube where the knot used to be, only it was much wider. Dumbledore was climbing into the chute.
"Now everyone watch me. It's very simple, really," he was saying, and with a turn of his back, he disappeared down the tube.
"I'll go next," said Lupin. He disappeared with a swish of his shabby robes.
Snape went next, then McGonnegal, then Flitwick.
"You go next, my dears," said Professor Trewlany, her large eyes glittering at Ron and Hermione. Hermione strolled forward with one swift movement, then was gone. Ron waved good bye to Harry, then slipped down the chute after Hermione.
"The reason I had them go was because I must talk to you, my dear," sad Professor Trewlany urgently. Harry sighed. Most likely Professor Trewlany was going to discuss his future with him, which, from her eyes was nothing but pain and sorrow.
"The last rime I gazed into my orb, I saw something most terrible, most dreadful. Oh Harry- I saw, I saw-" she clutched a glittering hand to her heart. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I saw the-the Grim."
"Again?" said Harry, trying to sound greatly worried, though he wasn't in the least. At least, he hoped he wasn't.
"But, my dear, next to the Grim, I saw-you."
"Oh," said Harry, his heart sinking. So she was predicting his death again.
"Harry I must warn you. On this journey, stay out of harm's way. Of course, nothing can change Fate, but promise, Harry, promise!"
Harry, who thought it quite impossible to stay "out of harm's way" when he went on his journey, changed to subject.
"Professor, I think we better go down the chute. They're probably all waiting for us-"
"Alright my dear, but you can't say I didn't warn you. The worst is yet to come." And with that, she climbed into the chute, and disappeared.
Harry sighed, and, trying to ignore Professor Trewlaney's prediction, stepped into the chute, and slid down, plunging into complete darkness.