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Chapter 5

Harry's POV

Harry was startled right out of his thoughts as he heard a bell ring. He looked around and realized that it was time to go to classes, as students were getting up all around him and leaving for their first class of the year.

Harry followed suit and it came to him suddenly that he was so preoccupied with Hermione that he didn't even ask her what classes she had.

"Hey, Hermione! Wait up!" he called out to her almost fifteen feet away. Ron followed.

"What?" she asked, turning around.

"I forgot to ask you what classes you got."

"Oh, well, I have Arthimancy III right now with Professor Quaidar. Later, I have double potions with Professor Snape, now that's real fun. After that, it is Professor Binns in History of Magic.

"Ohhh, I feel sorry for you!" Harry exclaimed, "Arthimancy! Uhhg…What a class! How do you even understand it?"

"I study," Hermione said simply.

"Still, you also have Double Potions. Oh, well, so do I. I hate the Slytherins and Professor Snape. What did I ever do to them?"

"Uh……you survived?"

"Ha…ha…great reason," Harry said, sarcastically.

"Well, that's probably the truth, considering you put Malfoy's dad in Azkaban. I don't really know about Professor Snape. He's on our side. I'd be happy if I were him."

"Yeah, I know, he was just jealous about my father when they were in school together and so, umm, since I'm his son, well, uh, you get the picture," Harry said nervously, not wanting to talk about his parents.

"Oh, ok."

"Well, I have to go. I need to get to Astronomy, not like I'm in any hurry…" said Harry begrudgingly.

"Yes…I need to get to Arthimancy or I'll be late."

"Wouldn't want that," said Harry, snickering, cowering as he knew Hermione was going to slap him.

Whack!

"Ouch!"  cried out Harry, "what was that for?"

"You know perfectly well what that was for."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. And if you'll excuse me, I have to go." At that, Hermione stalked off.

"I guess she didn't like that little comment," said Ron behind Harry.

"Where did you come from?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"I've been here. In fact, I heard your whole conversation with Hermione."

"You have? I didn't even know you were behind me."

"What a great friend you are."

"Yeah, I know, let's get to Astronomy before Professor Trawlany has a chance to predict my death again, like last year.

"She'll always be predicting your death, no matter what," said Ron.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm doomed," Harry replied gloomily, as they walked up the flight of stairs to Professor Trelawney's classroom. Entering the room, they heard a shuffle of noise in the far corner of the room. They looked closely and realized that it was Professor Trelawney, bawling hysterically into her Crystal Ball.

"Err……Professor? Are you alright?" asked Harry, cautiously.

Professor Trelawney's eyes widened at the sight of Harry, becoming more watery.

"No!! It can't be!!! Someone born at the end of month 7 and wears glasses will no longer be here with us by December 23!!" she screamed hysterically at them.

Harry and Ron decided they didn't want to listen to this anymore so they found their seats near the back-middle of the classroom.

"What's her problem anyways? Doesn't she see that her predictions never come true?" Harry asked, annoyed at Professor Trelawney.

"Apparently not," answered Ron.

 

Lavender and Parvati picked that moment to walk through the trapdoor leading into the classroom.

"Professor Trelawney!! What's wrong?! They cried out to her.

"Nothing! Nothing! Just leave me alone! Let me be!" Professor Trelawney cried, still bawling.

More and more students began to wander into the classroom, only just glancing at Professor Trelawney before they sat down. They knew she was always crying about one thing or another. They had simply gotten used to it.

"Oh, poor thing! I wonder what's wrong?" Lavender said, obviously still fussing over Professor Trelawney.

Harry decided that if he ever wanted to interrupt anyone's conversation, this would be the worst time. If he had the choice, he wouldn't want anyone to know about Professor Trelawney's predictions about him. It only just makes them more scared of him, like they think Voldemort's curse on him will rub off on them or something.

BRIIINNNGG!!!! The tardy bell rang and the beginning of class started.