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Chapter 2: You are going to die soon, dear.
The next afternoon, both Harry and Ron had Divination. Professor Trelawney's lesson was spent in silence, as she asked them to use their Inner Eyes to write an essay predicting the future of Hogwarts over the next hundred years.
As usual, whenever she saw Harry, her round eyes grew wide with pity, and she sighed sympathetically. When, while walking around the class, she saw that Harry had come up with nothing for his essay except, 'It will still be a school.' she said to him, "My dear boy, is that all? Don't worry, I don't expect exceptional work from someone who knows his end is near."
"What does that mean?" snapped Harry.
"Well, I'll try and put this to you nicely... you are going to die soon, dear."
Harry had a look of disgust on his face. "How was THAT nice?" he retorted angrily.
"Did you not hear me say the 'dear' part?" said Trelawney coolly.
"Hag." muttered Harry under his breath as Trelawney went over to look at Ron's essay.
"Good work!" she said to Ron reading what he had written so far. "Yes, I too predicted the school would become an amusement park run by monkeys...and yes, I too foresaw the destruction of the roller-coaster by workers who were not paid enough bananas!"
She beamed at him. "Ron, this is wonderful. I was not a big fan of your predictions before, but it is almost as if you have been reborn with the inner eye!"
"Thanks." Replied Ron, grinning.
After class, Ron stayed behind as he wanted to ask Professor Trelawney about his newly discovered gift. Harry, although dying to get away from Trelawney, the teacups, and the sickly perfumed smell of the room, reluctantly waited for him.
"Mrs. Trelawney?" said Ron.
"Yes?" said Trelawney.
"I think I told my first real prophecy last night."
"Oh! Tell me, dear, go on!"
"I can't remember telling it, but my friend Harry told me it was something about a friendship being destroyed and another transforming into something more..."
At this, Professor Trelawney gave Harry a disapproving look. "You should really find someone more reliable to record your predictions, dear." She said.
"Filthy hag." mumbled Harry under his breath.
"And how did this prediction come to you?" asked Trelawney.
"Well, I don't know. Harry and Hermione told me that suddenly my jaw went all slack and I spoke in harsh tones..."
At this, Trelawney looked amused.
"Oh really? My dear, I'm sorry to inform you but that type of prediction is not a real one. You should really learn to ignore them. I have studied them a great deal throughout the years, and they are usually complete nonsense."
"Are you mad?" asked Harry infuriated. "Those are the only form of real predictions...prophecies!"
"Do not listen to Death's shoe shiner." spoke Trelawney mystically. "I wouldn't go bragging about the prediction you have made. Most learned Seers, and even common wizards would laugh at it. It does not mean you do not have the gift though dear. I would focus your energies on proper predictions, like the one in your essay."
"Now, I'm sorry but you must be off, I have essays to mark." She said pointing to a pile on her desk, of which Harry's essay was on top. "Have a nice afternoon."
She quickly ushered them down the ladder and back onto the landing. The meeting certainly gave Ron a lot to think about. Was the prediction he made really nonsense? Or was Professor Trelawney just trying to protect her dignified reputation of being the only Seer at Hogwarts?
"I'm Death's shoe shiner??? That woman is insane." said Harry. "Honestly Ron, give it up. How far do you have to go with this joke? It's getting pretty lame."
"It's not a joke, mate." said Ron. "And even if it was, you can't talk. What about the three weeks we wasted trying to get into Dumbledore's office because you wanted to find out whether the Sorting Hat was a guy or a girl?"
"I still say it's a guy." Said Harry hotly.
"Harry, it was just some loose thread!" retorted Ron.
Chapter 2: You are going to die soon, dear.
The next afternoon, both Harry and Ron had Divination. Professor Trelawney's lesson was spent in silence, as she asked them to use their Inner Eyes to write an essay predicting the future of Hogwarts over the next hundred years.
As usual, whenever she saw Harry, her round eyes grew wide with pity, and she sighed sympathetically. When, while walking around the class, she saw that Harry had come up with nothing for his essay except, 'It will still be a school.' she said to him, "My dear boy, is that all? Don't worry, I don't expect exceptional work from someone who knows his end is near."
"What does that mean?" snapped Harry.
"Well, I'll try and put this to you nicely... you are going to die soon, dear."
Harry had a look of disgust on his face. "How was THAT nice?" he retorted angrily.
"Did you not hear me say the 'dear' part?" said Trelawney coolly.
"Hag." muttered Harry under his breath as Trelawney went over to look at Ron's essay.
"Good work!" she said to Ron reading what he had written so far. "Yes, I too predicted the school would become an amusement park run by monkeys...and yes, I too foresaw the destruction of the roller-coaster by workers who were not paid enough bananas!"
She beamed at him. "Ron, this is wonderful. I was not a big fan of your predictions before, but it is almost as if you have been reborn with the inner eye!"
"Thanks." Replied Ron, grinning.
After class, Ron stayed behind as he wanted to ask Professor Trelawney about his newly discovered gift. Harry, although dying to get away from Trelawney, the teacups, and the sickly perfumed smell of the room, reluctantly waited for him.
"Mrs. Trelawney?" said Ron.
"Yes?" said Trelawney.
"I think I told my first real prophecy last night."
"Oh! Tell me, dear, go on!"
"I can't remember telling it, but my friend Harry told me it was something about a friendship being destroyed and another transforming into something more..."
At this, Professor Trelawney gave Harry a disapproving look. "You should really find someone more reliable to record your predictions, dear." She said.
"Filthy hag." mumbled Harry under his breath.
"And how did this prediction come to you?" asked Trelawney.
"Well, I don't know. Harry and Hermione told me that suddenly my jaw went all slack and I spoke in harsh tones..."
At this, Trelawney looked amused.
"Oh really? My dear, I'm sorry to inform you but that type of prediction is not a real one. You should really learn to ignore them. I have studied them a great deal throughout the years, and they are usually complete nonsense."
"Are you mad?" asked Harry infuriated. "Those are the only form of real predictions...prophecies!"
"Do not listen to Death's shoe shiner." spoke Trelawney mystically. "I wouldn't go bragging about the prediction you have made. Most learned Seers, and even common wizards would laugh at it. It does not mean you do not have the gift though dear. I would focus your energies on proper predictions, like the one in your essay."
"Now, I'm sorry but you must be off, I have essays to mark." She said pointing to a pile on her desk, of which Harry's essay was on top. "Have a nice afternoon."
She quickly ushered them down the ladder and back onto the landing. The meeting certainly gave Ron a lot to think about. Was the prediction he made really nonsense? Or was Professor Trelawney just trying to protect her dignified reputation of being the only Seer at Hogwarts?
"I'm Death's shoe shiner??? That woman is insane." said Harry. "Honestly Ron, give it up. How far do you have to go with this joke? It's getting pretty lame."
"It's not a joke, mate." said Ron. "And even if it was, you can't talk. What about the three weeks we wasted trying to get into Dumbledore's office because you wanted to find out whether the Sorting Hat was a guy or a girl?"
"I still say it's a guy." Said Harry hotly.
"Harry, it was just some loose thread!" retorted Ron.