A/N: Thanks to all of those who reviewed! I really appreciate it! ^_^

BloodyVixen- I actually like Hermione, but I detest Malfoy, Snape, Ron and sometimes Harry. You're right. He IS getting a bit LarryStuish. (Male version of a Mary-Sue)

Andrea- Thanks for all the positive comments! ^_^ I do intend to get Celeborn in there sometime in the future. Don't expect it right away though! I can't tell you too much yet, but I do like your idea of Galadriel vs. Trelawney, though. ^_~

Hellga- Glad to hear you like it! ^_^

On with the story!

The next morning Harry and Ron had Divination while Hermione had Arithmancy, to their utter disappointment. It wasn't that they disliked their classes, in Hermione's case, (we all know how Harry and Ron feel about Divination ^_~) it's just that they had hoped they would have another class of DADA to answer their many questions. However, it would seem that they would be seeing Professor Lorien sooner than they had thought.

This term in Divination, the students were learning to scry with liquids, most often water. It was about halfway through the class and not one of them had seen anything. Not even Professor Trelawney had one of her 'visions'.

They were interrupted by the trap door opening and Professor Lorien came up the ladder. "Professor Trelawney? Headmaster Dumbledore wishes to speak to you in his office."

The Divination Professor eyed her. "But what about my students? I can't very well leave them here unsupervised! Who know what disastrous consequences could happen?"

Ron muttered something that sounded suspiciously like: "You would know of course." Professor Lorien gave him a wink. Ron gaped. She had heard him!

Professor Lorien sighed. "That's why I'm here. I shall watch your class until your return." Professor Trelawney left, albeit a little reluctantly.

Professor Lorien turned and addressed the class. "Continue with your work." She then noticed what they were doing. Her eyes lit up. "Ah! Just like my mirror back at home." She watched them for a few minutes, then frowned. "Are none of you having any success?" There were shakes of the head all around. "Well we'll just have to remedy that." She smiled, slightly.

The professor looked critically at the bowls they were using. "Far too deep," she said almost to herself. "Let us see. . ." She picked one up, turned away from the class, and when she faced them again, the bowl was wider and shallower. Professor Lorien then placed it back on the table, and repeated the trick with all of the other student's bowls. "Hmm. . . right. Show me what you were taught to do." She asked Ron.

He stared at her blankly. "Umm. . . we just put water in and. . . look."

The corners of the professor's lips quirked downwards. "Well that's. . . part of it. Pass me one basin of water, if you please." One of the students handed her one of the basins filled with water placed strategically around the room. She then poured some of the water into one of the modified bowls. "Pour in the water right to the brim," she had noticed that some of the bowls had only been half-full or less, "Next breathe on it, before the water settles, mind!"

Ron gaped, "BREATHE on it? Wha. . ." he had been about to voice a rather 'strong' opinion, but then remembered who he was talking to, and shut his mouth.

"Yes, breathe on it." Their teacher said a bit distractedly. (A/N: Is that a word? Oh, well, it is now. *tapes the definition in her trusty Webster' Pocket Dictionary*) "Then wait for the water to settle. Here, Mr. Potter, have a go." Harry leaned forward, but as he was about to gaze into it, Professor Lorien gave him a few words of advice, "Many things I can command the mirror to see. But the mirror will also show things unbidden, and those are often stranger and more profitable than things which we wish to behold. What you will see, if you leave the mirror free to work, I cannot tell. For it shows things that were, and things that are, and things that yet may be. But which it is that you may see, even the wisest cannot always tell. Do not touch the water! *"

In that moment, their professor had seemed to have a sort of royal bearing. She held her head high, and not one of the students doubted her words. Harry leaned over and peered into the mirror. At first he only saw his own reflection. After half a minute, nothing had changed and he was about to turn away, when it happened.

The darkness of the mirror cleared, and in it he saw someone who looked very much like the professor, but was male. He looked very weary, and seemed to be waiting for someone. By the sound of his teacher's gasp, she also saw the vision. Then the scene changed, and he got a rapid glimpse of an odd creature falling into a pit, clutching something tightly in his hands, (if they could be described as hands) yelling something that sounded like "Precious!" The next part was of a giant flaming eye, terrible to behold, that suddenly and inexplicably started to fade and reform into someone that Harry knew all too well. The Boy Who Lived slapped a hand to his forehead, but continued to watch the water. Voledemort, for it was he, was cackling something about a 'Nenya' and was about to. . . but then the vision shattered.

Professor Trelawney had opened the trapdoor rather forcefully and the vibrations had caused the water in the mirror to ripple, breaking up the vision. The Divination teacher smiled and said, "Hello there, you lot. What have I missed. . ." but she stopped short at the furious expression on Professor Lorien's face.

The teacher in question was indeed furious, and yelled, "Do you have any idea what you have done?"

Professor Trelawney was skeptical at first. "What have I done that gives you the right to snap at me like that?"

"Only the fact that you ruined a vision that might have given me the edge to save this entire dimension!" And with that 'pleasant' statement, Professor Lorien proceeded to shriek at the divination teacher in another language that, if used with words that are intended for civilized conversation, would have been quite beautiful to listen to. The use in this circumstance however, it was far from pleasing to the ear.

Professor Trelawney was steadily weakening. At first, her puzzled face faded. Then it rearranged to concern. Then sadness. Then finally fear. By the end of Professor Lorien's foreign rant; the divination teacher was nearly in tears.

As the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher had yelled, her appearance had subtly changed. She seemed to be twenty feet tall, dark and imposing. The ring finger on her left hand had been letting of a blinding white light. The only reason that Professor Lorien had even considered stopping was the fact she had run out of breath, and that half a dozen house-elves were clinging to her robes, begging her to calm down. She did, and noticed that Professor Trelawney was on her knees, tears threatening to pour. Turning, she noticed that all of the students, save Harry, (who had fainted at one point), and Hermione, who was gazing, awe-struck, at the power her teacher seemed to command. Sensing that she had done enough damage, Professor Lorien swept out the room, the house-elves following quickly behind her.

* This is taken and slightly modified from The Fellowship of The Ring, in the chapter entitled The Mirror of Galadriel.