Chapter Fourteen: The Crystal Ball
Harry had a restless night. He was up thinking about the pain in his scar all night long. Unfortunately, Divination was this morning and it would be quite a challenge keeping himself up in that highly perfumed and hot room.
"Sit," Professor Trewlaney said mysteriously. Today she was dressed in iridescent green robes with hundreds of jangling bracelets hanging from her wrists. Harry thought she looked rather like an overgrown string bean. He looked over at Ron, and he was sitting with Lavender. This being her favorite class, she was sitting on a particularly frilly pink poof right next to Professor Trewlaney, and Ron looked miserable.
Harry was rather drowsy the entire class, but tried to keep himself awake, not wanting to repeat the incident he had a few years ago, when he fell asleep and had that fateful dream.
"These are turbulent times," Professor Trewlaney said as she gazed into her crystal ball. "The Dark Lord has risen to power, and I can smell death," she said looking directly at Harry. Harry yawned. Though the thought of Voldemort acquiring more power now was scary, yet she has predicted his death so many times that it was impossible to feel even slightly frightened.
"Each of you will take turns gazing into my crystal ball," she said looking around the room. Lavender and Parvati looked like they were about to explode with excitement. When it was Harry's turn he gazed into the crystal ball, but only to see a white mist. Then all of a sudden, the mist turned a deep shade of purple and began to swirl violently. It then opened up to reveal a pitch black place and he could faintly hear cries and screams of what sounded like people being tortured. The black space then began to move. It turned into a hundred cloaked figures, and these figures were Dementors. Harry felt a cold wind inside of him and his scar started burning. Clutching his scar he fell to the floor, overwhelmed in the pain. The class panicked, not knowing what was happening. Even Ron went pale, and rushed over to Harry's side sick with panic.
"Silence!" Professor Trewlaney shouted. The class stopped. "Ronald, Lavender. Bring Harry to the hospital wing immediately." she said as she conjured up a stretcher. "I will alert Professor Dumbledore. The rest of you, remain here until further notice." Though strange to hear her talk in such a professional manner, the class did as they were told and sat down, looking very shocked and worried indeed.
Harry woke up. He did not know where he was. He fumbled around for his glasses as the room started to come back into focus. He found his glasses and put them on and immediately recognized it as the hospital wing. He then saw Dumbledore sitting beside him, his old wise face in deep thought.
"Ah, Harry," he said, though not smiling." I must say, that was quite a vision you saw in the crystal ball. Professor Trewlaney has informed me about it. Now, I still think it is not time for you to know, but when it is I will tell you. You must not ask questions for it will be better for you to have a good remainder of the year." Dumbledore said in a business like tone. He got up and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.
Harry was quite perplexed. Why wouldn't Dumbledore tell him this secret. Or anyone as a matter of fact. Lupin and Sirius both knew and they wouldn't tell him either. "I guess its just best not to know," Harry thought to himself. Madam Pomfrey then bustled in with a sleeping potion and a huge slab of chocolate. Eating the chocolate, Harry's insides warmed up and he felt much better. Then, with one drink of the smoky purple potion, he was fast asleep.