POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 7
Martin Blundy stared hard at the tea leaves and frowned. It looked nothing like any of the pictures in the book. His partner, Jake Dyer, stared back at him just as hard, trying to invade his mind and failing. Minutes past and finally Trelawny arrived at their side.
"Well ?" She began, he glasses sliding slightly down her nose, Her wrinkles now clear on her face and yet still, after all these years she wore the same shawl, "Well, what do you see ?"
"Smudges," Martin Blundy admitted, "And splodges." Trelawny stared hard at the young Ravenclaw. He frowned back and the Hufflepuff across the table tried his best to hold in his smile.
"Well I'd expect a Ravenclaw to be a bit more intelligent, but then Brains cannot help you in this field." And at that she left the duo.
"Good do these pupils even realise what they are signing up for ?" Trelawny asked herself in a mumble as she arrived back at her desk.
"Well at least they don't leave in the middle of a lesson." Came the familiar voice from the fireplace. Trelawny shook her head in disbelieve as she stared hard at the fireplace. The room was filled with an warm mist and for a second she believed she had imagined the now 26 year old Griffindor in her fireplace. But it was her. She stared up, at her surprised too at how much she had aged, and smiled. Trelawny smiled back.
"If you'll excuse me class," The Divination teacher announced, "I need to speak with someone."
~*~*~
Hermione had only ever been in Trelawny's office once before but it was the same as it had been in her sixth year. Glowing balls of light sat on tables with three legs, there was a polite and neat bed with dream catchers hanging above it and the poster of the Salisbury Scorchers Quiditch team was still visible in between the various charts that hung on the walls. Hermione stared down at her tea before speaking.
"We need a favour," Hermione began and Trelawny stared hard at her. "We need you to help us." Hermione couldn't get the words out. Her plan would surely get Trelawny fired and the gang arrested if it failed. But Harry was determined that this was what they should do. So slowly, between sips of tea, she told the divination teacher her plan. And to her surprise she agreed. But then she did owe Hermione for her help during the Winter of her Sixth year. Hermione smiled. Harry's plan was almost full proof.
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 7
Martin Blundy stared hard at the tea leaves and frowned. It looked nothing like any of the pictures in the book. His partner, Jake Dyer, stared back at him just as hard, trying to invade his mind and failing. Minutes past and finally Trelawny arrived at their side.
"Well ?" She began, he glasses sliding slightly down her nose, Her wrinkles now clear on her face and yet still, after all these years she wore the same shawl, "Well, what do you see ?"
"Smudges," Martin Blundy admitted, "And splodges." Trelawny stared hard at the young Ravenclaw. He frowned back and the Hufflepuff across the table tried his best to hold in his smile.
"Well I'd expect a Ravenclaw to be a bit more intelligent, but then Brains cannot help you in this field." And at that she left the duo.
"Good do these pupils even realise what they are signing up for ?" Trelawny asked herself in a mumble as she arrived back at her desk.
"Well at least they don't leave in the middle of a lesson." Came the familiar voice from the fireplace. Trelawny shook her head in disbelieve as she stared hard at the fireplace. The room was filled with an warm mist and for a second she believed she had imagined the now 26 year old Griffindor in her fireplace. But it was her. She stared up, at her surprised too at how much she had aged, and smiled. Trelawny smiled back.
"If you'll excuse me class," The Divination teacher announced, "I need to speak with someone."
~*~*~
Hermione had only ever been in Trelawny's office once before but it was the same as it had been in her sixth year. Glowing balls of light sat on tables with three legs, there was a polite and neat bed with dream catchers hanging above it and the poster of the Salisbury Scorchers Quiditch team was still visible in between the various charts that hung on the walls. Hermione stared down at her tea before speaking.
"We need a favour," Hermione began and Trelawny stared hard at her. "We need you to help us." Hermione couldn't get the words out. Her plan would surely get Trelawny fired and the gang arrested if it failed. But Harry was determined that this was what they should do. So slowly, between sips of tea, she told the divination teacher her plan. And to her surprise she agreed. But then she did owe Hermione for her help during the Winter of her Sixth year. Hermione smiled. Harry's plan was almost full proof.