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Shout to Purin Puff and my evil chem teacher for Snape related thingies.

Thank you for reading thus far.

Enjoy...

Chapter Zwei * * *

When Harry and Ron went downstairs for breakfast, Hermione was already there, reading a book as usual.

"Mornin' Hermione," said Harry.

"Hey, Herms," said Ron.

"Good morning." she replied. "Did you know in the year 39, crazy old Caligula invented an enchanted taffy that glued people's mouths shut for a year! He used to leave them lying around the senate house so the senators whom he hated to hear would eat them."

"I didn't even know he was a wizard," said Harry.

"Tarry taffy already exists? Damn, that was what Fred and George were just working on! Why don't they sell 'em in Hogsmeade.....or anywhere else for that matter?" Ron asked.

"I'd love to slip Snape one of those! We have to endure double potions twice a week this year! Today and on Friday. I liked last year's schedule," Harry sighed.

"I can't stand that damn guy. 'Though you fail constantly, I am shocked and appalled that you failed that last test which was just as obscure and off topic as the one before it! You mean to tell me that you can kill 67,894 people with just a tenth of Acromantula venom, Weasley? You all are in fifth year and you still don't know your basic math! That's what your problem is! Blah blah blah,'" Ron said, imitating an annoyed, spitting Snape.

"Maybe if you would add an extra course to your schedule you wouldn't have so much Snape," Hermione said, her eyes still glued to her book.

"Oh, stop trying to get us to take Arithmancy already! And check your schedule again. I'd wager you have just as much Snape as we do, anyhow. You think he'd allow anyone the joy of not having to look at his ugly mug for two hours, when he can arrange it so that we all suffer? HA!" Ron said.

Hermione took out her schedule and examined it closely.

"What? But I didn't see this yesterday! Aww...These are the kind of surprises I don't like." Hermione said sadly.

"Told you so." said Ron. "Well, we better be off to class."

Classes during sixth year, Harry found, were no joke: Professor Binns was extra, extra boring in history, Professor McGonagall was extra ,extra touchy in Transfiguration, and something was amiss about Care of Magical Creatures. The creature, a Deku scrub, was kind of cute and not too dangerous. ( It did shoot a deku nut at Malfoy's head, but he deserved a pelting. )

Sixth year students were allowed to wear robes in colors other than black and the schedule ran differently as well. No longer did entire houses go to a class together: Everybody was split up.

So far Hermione wasn't in any of Harry's classes and Ron was in all but Transfiguration .Unfortunately Malfoy seemed to be everywhere. Harry figured they were split up according to skill. He was on his way up to Divination, the last class before lunch.

"Finally, a break!" Ron said, smiling. "Didn't classes seem unusually difficult to you, Harry? Boy, am I gonna get it from Hermione when she finds out I'm in remedial Transfiguration!"

"Remedial Transfiguration? Aww, Ron that's too b... " Harry stopped.

"What?" Ron asked. Harry had spotted the girl he had seen the day before, during the feast. He was wondering when he'd see her again.

"Come on, Har', let's go! We got half a minute to get up to Professor Trelawney's funky tower!" Ron said. They raced up the stairs and made it to Divination just in time.

Harry thought the room smelled stronger than usual. The incense was making his eyes teary and his throat scratchy.

"Oh, God, we should've listened to Hermione! Nothing's worth this horrible stench!" he exclaimed.

Then the anticipated rustling of beads caught everyone's attention. Professor Trelawney's entry was ridiculously dramatic. She seemed to have twice as many beads on than she had the last time Harry saw her.

She floated in like a wounded bird struggling to make a smooth landing and then she threw herself on a pile of pillows with her hand covering her face.

"My children, during the summer I witnessed a horrible revelation! I had a vision in which the spirits told me that Armageddon is upon us and then I checked my tarot cards and..."

"OK, I've heard enough today." Ron said as he grabbed a pillow and lay down in the corner. "Wake me when it's time to go, Harry."

"You can doubt all you want, young Weasley, but the tarots tell all!" Professor Trelawney snapped. " If you all did the project I assigned over the summer, you will have no problems performing readings. But I sense that only Lavender and Parvati had the skills to complete the project, so we shall have to go over our last lesson," she finished.

Professor Trelawney brought one of the empty tables to the middle of the room. She removed the silk table cloth, shook it free of dust and put it back on the table. Then she grabbed a pack of tarot cards, placed a crystal ball in the center of the table, took two sticks of incense from her never-ending supply, lit them, set everything in its place and sat down.

"Now. Come to me, Mr. Weasley, and let me erase your doubts," She said. Ron huffed and went to sit at the table with Professor Trelawney.

She shuffled the tarot cards and then laid them out infront of Ron. Ron rolled his eyes while Professor Trelawney messed with his hands, apparently trying to read his palms. Lothlorien was watching Professor Trelawney with a confused look on her face.

"What in the name of all that is good and sweet in Odin's beard is that woman doing?" Puck, who was invisible and floating around Lothlorien, whispered.

" Er...I don't know. Maybe it's...I don't know," Lothlorien whispered back.

"Maybe she's lit as much incense as is good for her," Puck said.

"Ahh. Mr. Weasley's aura is very open today. Then he's good for you to practice your mind reading skills on, children. Who would like to come up and try out their skills on Mr. Weasley?" Professor Trelawney asked.

Lothlorien raised her hand.

"Ahh, our new student. Very well. Come up, Miss...?"

"Gamgee." Lothlorien answered. She sat at the table up front with Ron.

"I don't know if you've noticed that Professor Trelawney doesn't know what she's doing." Ron said. "Just make something up and I'll act like you're psychic."

Ron placed his hand in Lothlorien's and they both closed their eyes. Lothlorien felt along the lines in his palms and after a moment of silence she opened her eyes.

"There're some interesting intrigues going on, eh?" Lothlorien said low enough so that only Ron could hear.

"What?" He blushed.

Lothlorien sat up, closed her eyes, and said aloud "Yes....I see.. Ron was born ...March...first, nineteen........eighty.....six. His favorite subject is dismissal, his least favorite - potions, his best friends are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, his idols are the three stooges and he is the youngest of six."

Neville Longbottom gasped and stood up. "You're wrong already! Everyone knows Ron's sister Ginny is the youngest of the Weasleys and there's seven of them! And what about his fortune?" he shouted.

"Well then... he's the youngest of six boys. Also, his favorite color is orange and he hates meatloaf. As for his fortune...err...mind your business!" Lothlorien said.

Ron rose from his seat and said "It's all true!" and hands shot up, wanting to be next to read Ron.

"Actually, that was pretty good," he whispered to Lothlorien.

Ron gained just a bit of respect for Professor Trelawney because his "aura" had to be "open" because his classmates were reading him, even though it was nothing profound.

Parvatti read that his lower back hurt because the seat was too hard and Harry read that Ron had been craving pork chops all day. It must've been the second or third time anything close to mind reading actually took place in Divination.

It did happen sometimes, but more to the credit of the textbooks than Professor Trelawney. Some thirty minutes later, everyone was on their way to lunch. Lothlorien, however, went to her room.

"Ok, Puck show me your notes." she said.

"What? You think I wasn't paying attention?" He asked.

"Of course I don't think you were paying attention.!" she said.

Puck took out his notebook and showed Lothlorien his surprisingly well detailed notes.

"Hey, you actually were paying attention! I'm proud of you! Now let's have some lunch. Then we have half an hour of leisure time. These classes sure are long! They're like an hour each!"

While she said all this, Puck laid out an elegant table of Elvish food.

"Buon appetite!" He said.

"Thank you, my friend," she replied and they ate.

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