Hi!!! I know I haven't updated in forever but..I was busy! Really!!!
March. March. March... Yeah I'm in a marching band. Duh!
So anyway I don't own Harry Potter! And thank you amythest for making my story one of your favorites.
OH and one of the things in here is inspired by LOTR (Lord of the Rings!!)
Pippin: There! Merry: You're supposed to stick it in the ground! Pippin: It is in the ground! Merry: Outside! Pippin: It was your idea! (Firework!!) Merry: That was good. Let's get another one!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (Does my insanity really require explaining?) (The next morning.)
Harry woke the next morning when Ron shook him awake.
"Come on chum," Ron smiled as Harry tried to go back to sleep. "You don't wanna miss breakfast."
Harry groaned as he sat up on his four- poster bed and reached over to get his glasses. As the world came into focus, he saw he wasn't that late, because Dean was pulling on his robes as Neville was struggling to tie his shoes. Finally Harry, after much pestering on Ron's part, was headed down to the common room. Hermione was nowhere in sight.
"I guess she got tired of waiting," Ron shrugged as they went through the portrait hole.
"I guess," Harry murmured in unsure voice. He had a feeling Ron had already forgotten how upset Hermione had been the night before.
After a few minutes of walking they finally made it to the Great Hall. Hermione was sitting in their normal seats at the Gryffindor table, her nose stuffed in a book, as usual.
"Hello Harry!" Hermione greeted cheerfully as the two sat down, before turning back to her book.
"Hello to you too," Ron frowned as he reached over to grab a roll. Hermione looked up briefly and glared at him before returning back to her studies.
"What's the matter," Ron asked in a confused voice, Hermione stayed silent, "I won't know unless you tell me." Ron stated.
Hermione shut her book with a snap, "That's the point!" She exclaimed angrily, "You should!" and with that said, she stood up abruptly and left the hall.
Ron frowned at her retreating figure, confusion etched on his features. "What was." Ron trailed off as realization hit him. "Oh no, she's mad at me for that."
Harry nodded to that statement.
Ron was about to make another comment when their schedules were passed to them.
Harry quickly scanned his copy then groaned, "Double potions with the Slytherins first, and Divination right after that. Somebody shoot me."
"Well, this day just gets better and better doesn't it?" Ron asked no one in particular.
"I know," Neville, stated sympathetically, "I just hope we don't use anything breakable in Divination."
Too soon the boys had to leave the hall and head to potions. (Goody!!) The saw Hermione standing next to the classroom door as they rounded the corner. Ron walked purposefully towards her and tried to talk to her. Hermione, however, did not seem to be in a forgiving mood and turned away from him.
"Fine!" Ron exclaimed angrily after she continued to ignore him. "If you don't want me to apologize I won't!" and with that he went back to where Harry was standing.
Hermione looked a bit regretful after his outburst and turned to look at him, but Ron was being stubborn now and would not look at her. Harry sighed in exasperation from his position between the two "friends."
'Great,' Harry thought, 'They haven't even been here a day and they're already mad at one another.'
Just then Snape swept down the corridor. He glared coldly at the Gryffindors. "Well, " he whispered in his cold steely voice, "Get inside. We don't have all day."
Everyone rushed past the potions master to get to his or her seats. Harry unpacked his supplies quickly. Ron and Hermione were doing the same thing on either side of him.
Professor Snape went to the front of the room, glaring at students as he passed. "Today," he whispered, "We will learning how to brew a Polyjuice Potion." He paused, "I suspect that few of you will actually be able to make a usable potion." He looked at Neville, who gulped, as he said this. "Now, you will be working in pairs on this potion and when it is complete you will test your potion out on your partner. I will pair you up now."
Harry didn't bother thinking that he would be with Ron or Hermione. He was prepared to be paired up with Neville or someone else just as bad at potions.
"Longbottom you're with Finnigan and do try not to kill him." Snape sneered causing Neville to blush. The Professor turned towards the trio and smirked, "Ah, let's see Granger work with Weasley and Potter." he paused, "You work with Mr. Malfoy."
Harry blanched. Malfoy was here! Sure enough, he caught sight of slicked blonde hair towards the back of the room.
"Get moving Potter," Snape snapped, "We don't have time for doddling."
Harry quickly gathered his things rushing to the back where Draco was sitting. The blonde- haired boy didn't even look at him as her sat down.
"Now since you seemed to think you could take your sweet time moving," Snape sneered at Harry. "Tell me, how long does it take to brew Polyjuice Potion?"
"A month Professor," Harry answered. He remembered that was how long it had taken Hermione to make the potion second year.
Snape smirked and had almost a triumphant look in his eyes as he murmured, "correct."
'Trouble!' Harry's mind screamed. Snape never looked happy unless he was making Harry's life miserable.
After putting the instructions on the board Snape began to supervise the class. He paced in between each row of desks leering down at Gryffindors and praising Slytherins as he passed. He finally came to the back of the room where Harry and Draco were working. Neither boy had spoken to one another; they had just silently done tasks
"Potter," Snape murmured when he was close. "How did you know how long it takes to make Polyjuice? I know the instructions on how to make this potion are in the restricted section. So don't tell me you happened across it in the library."
"I just guessed Professor," Harry stated quietly as he continued to measure ingredients.
"Is that so?" Snape pretended to be shocked. "What a lucky guess."
Harry bit his tongue to keep himself from retorting, "It was wasn't it?" Snape would have taken at least twenty points for that type of remark.
Harry watched as Snape turned away and walked back towards the front of the room. He had just turned back to his potion when he heard the Professor threaten him.
"Potter had better watch his step. I know I'll be watching his every move." Snape said loudly, "and if I do catch him he'll be expelled no matter what Minerva says."
Harry looked up completely shocked. Snape had threatened him in front of the whole class, but what really befuddled him was no one cared. Draco wasn't sneering about it, Ron and Hermione weren't concerned, and not even Neville had flinched at these harsh words.
Harry stared a minute longer before he started to go back to work slowly. As he turned he saw Draco was looking at him. What was even stranger about this was the other boy wasn't smirking, glaring, or sneering. On the contrary, he actually looked curious. As soon as Harry saw him however this new expression was replaced by a nasty sneer.
"What?" he asked offensively, as if Harry had been the one staring.
"Nothing," Harry growled at his rival. Ron definitely was right; today was downright terrible. First of all his two best- friends were fighting, secondly he had potions where he was paired up with his arch rival, thirdly the teacher of this class had just threatened him openly, and finally he remembered he still had to go to divination. 'I doomed,' Harry thought as he let his head hit his desk with a dull thunk.
"Do that enough Potter and I won't have to worry about trying to catch the snitch," Malfoy quipped.
"Shove off Malfoy," Harry murmured as he sat upright again. Surprisingly enough, Draco fell silent.
The rest of the period was basically uneventful. Hermione and Ron were both looking sorry as they tried to work together. First it looked like Hermione would apologize, but Ron would ignore her until she got angry. Then Ron felt guilty and tried to talk but she ignored him. This process continued throughout the whole class. (Obviously they were not doing to well on patching things up!)
The bell finally rang and Harry could have jumped for joy, had the Potions master not been standing at the door, watching the students file out, he would have. Hermione and Ron came up on either side of Harry both trying to avoid one another yet keep in contact with Harry. They walked in silence for a while until they got closer to the north part of the castle.
"I'm going to Ancient Runes now Harry." Hermione smiled at him as she started to walk in different direction. "See you at lunch."
"Come on Harry let's go see if the old bat has come up with some new death predictions." Ron chuckled as he headed towards the North Tower not even watching as Hermione left waving.
Harry followed him watching Hermione go her own way sadly. They finally made it to the silvery ladder that lead to the classroom above. A few of the people in the class were already there. Neville was skimming through his book looking exceptionally nervous, Dean was dozing off on a pouf by the fire, and Parvati and Lavender were whispering excitedly.
Harry and Ron slumped onto some poufs at the table nearest to the window. After thinking a moment Harry decided it was safe to open the window. Considering the fact that Hermione still held the unregistered Animagus threat over Rita Skeeter's head; she wasn't going to be snooping around Hogwarts again. The fresh air that blew in through the window cleared Harry's head considerably waking him up from the lethargy he had been slipping into.
Ron stretched sleepily; obviously even fresh air wasn't going to help him. Students trudged up the ladder slowly, many of them yawning as they settled on low chairs and poufs. Finally Professor Trelawney swept into the room looking, as always, like some over grown moth.
"Welcome my dears, to your third year of studying the art of seeing." She spoke in her usual misty voice.
"This isn't my third year of seeing." Ron murmured to Harry, "I do believe I would remember if I had been blind for twelve years."
Harry laughed behind a hand, desperately trying to hide his amusement from the Professor. Finally he was able to catch his breath and reply dramatically. "No Ronald it's the art of seeing."
"Oh excuse me Harold," Ron mocked. "I forgot to paint my eyes this morning."
Both boys chuckled a little more before they actually started to listen.
"Today we will be learning how to use a very complicated and delicate instrument used for seeing." Professor Trelawney whispered pausing a moment for effect. "Mirrors."
Parvati and Lavender were almost beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of using a new tool. While Neville looked horrified at the very thought of something as delicate as a mirror.
"Mirror gazing is very advanced." Trelawney continued, "Few of you will be able to master this art. However, do not be discouraged even I had trouble embracing the secret ways of the mirror."
Ron rolled his eyes and mouthed, "Secret ways of the mirror?" to Harry.
Harry shrugged, for some reason it didn't seem to strange to Harry that she referred to the mirror as if it were alive. In her little world lumps of tea leaves, which really looked like sheep, looked like Grims. The woman was not content unless she was predicting someone's painful demise.
"Now you shall all take a mirror and turn in your textbooks to page 334. This chapter will tell you how to gaze properly." The Professor instructed, "I will come around and aid you."
Harry flipped open his book to the correct page as Ron went up to get the mirrors for them. He scanned through the chapter and had the full gist of what to do by the time Ron came back.
"It's simple," Harry explained to his red- haired companion. "You just have to do what we always do in this class."
"Space out," Ron smiled.
"Right my friend," Harry smiled back jauntily. This lesson wouldn't be so bad at all.
Harry looked down at the mirror Ron had placed in front of him. It was beautiful really. The trim around the glass was glistening silver with designs of stars carved into it. The actual mirror was the shiniest Harry had ever seen.
Professor Trelawney broke into his thoughts however when she announced she would be bringing around vases of water.
"What for?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry shrugged in reply.
The Professor glided over to their table at that moment, "Here you are my dears." She whispered in a mysterious voice as she poured the water. "The water will allow you to see more than the glass would."
Ron and Harry nodded as if this was perfectly logical and watched as she swept off to another table.
"What a loon." Ron whistled under his breath.
Harry nodded fervently and then turned to his mirror murmuring, "Let's at least pretend to gaze."
"Right," Ron agreed.
Both boys began to look deep into the glass and water before them. Ron squinted and quirked his eyes; Harry supposed he was distorting his reflection for fun. Harry was about to try out that game when something caught his eye. It was himself in the mirror only it wasn't his reflection. This version of him seemed to be looking up at him from the depths of the water.
"Remember!" The mirror version cried out. Harry felt his jaw drop. "Remember!" It cried out again.
'Remember what?' Harry thought wildly. Surprisingly enough, the mirror answered.
"Water and Earth will be threatened while Fire cries for help!" The little version continued to yell, "You must be there to aid them or all will be lost before it has even begun!"
'What do you mean by Fire, Earth, and Water?' Harry thought totally confused.
"Remember!" The little figure continued to yell as it began to fade from the water. 'No!' Harry thought desperately, 'I don't understand!' but it was too late the water was clear.
"Harry?" Ron whispered from beside him uncertainly.
Harry whipped around; surprised to hear a voice, relaxing once he recognized whom it was. "What's up?" Harry murmured softly.
"You looked terrified chum." Ron whispered worriedly, "Did you see something?"
Harry nodded and was about to tell Ron about the strange version of himself when Professor Trelawney swooped down upon them.
"Having any luck dears?" She asked kindly. "Would you like me to gaze for you?"
"We're fine thanks." Ron smiled nervously.
"Alright, if you're sure." And with that she moved on to another table to "gaze."
Ron turned back to Harry and muttered, "Spill."
Harry looked at him with the oddest expression Ron had ever seen. His emerald eyes glittered but they weren't focused and he wasn't smiling like normal.
"Harry?" He asked uncertainly.
Suddenly the expression was gone and Harry was himself again. "What's the matter Ron you look like you've seen a ghost?" Harry asked.
"You had the weirdest." Ron trailed off. "Never mind, now what did you see?"
Harry looked at him a politely puzzled expression on his features, "What?"
"You said you saw something in the mirror," Ron was now puzzled himself.
"Sure Ron my reflection," Harry chortled.
Ron frowned but decided to let it go. Harry must have just been pulling a joke, but Trelawney had burst in the middle of it so he must of decided it wouldn't be as funny.
Finally the bell rang and everyone headed out of the tower. Some people went faster than others. (Lavender. cough.. cough . Parvati.) They were all heading down to the hall for lunch and after about five minutes of walking they made it. Hermione was sitting in her seat and writing something down in what appeared to be notes.
Ron looked over regretfully. 'Why do we always argue?' He thought sadly as he sat down on Harry's left. He turned to his food.
Hermione looked up and greeted Harry. She almost said hello to Ron too until she remembered she was mad at him. 'I wish this whole stupid argument hadn't happened' she thought mournfully.
Harry from his spot between the two caught both looks and sighed. 'I don't think I can handle this for too long.' He thought in exasperation, 'Sometimes they're both so thick! They're both sorry but they just won't apologize.' While Harry was thinking this Hermione went back to her notes and Ron looked up from his food. 'This is going to be a long first few days.' Harry groaned inwardly.
* * Tee hee!! I finished! Um. yeah! Tell me what you think! Bye!
March. March. March... Yeah I'm in a marching band. Duh!
So anyway I don't own Harry Potter! And thank you amythest for making my story one of your favorites.
OH and one of the things in here is inspired by LOTR (Lord of the Rings!!)
Pippin: There! Merry: You're supposed to stick it in the ground! Pippin: It is in the ground! Merry: Outside! Pippin: It was your idea! (Firework!!) Merry: That was good. Let's get another one!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (Does my insanity really require explaining?) (The next morning.)
Harry woke the next morning when Ron shook him awake.
"Come on chum," Ron smiled as Harry tried to go back to sleep. "You don't wanna miss breakfast."
Harry groaned as he sat up on his four- poster bed and reached over to get his glasses. As the world came into focus, he saw he wasn't that late, because Dean was pulling on his robes as Neville was struggling to tie his shoes. Finally Harry, after much pestering on Ron's part, was headed down to the common room. Hermione was nowhere in sight.
"I guess she got tired of waiting," Ron shrugged as they went through the portrait hole.
"I guess," Harry murmured in unsure voice. He had a feeling Ron had already forgotten how upset Hermione had been the night before.
After a few minutes of walking they finally made it to the Great Hall. Hermione was sitting in their normal seats at the Gryffindor table, her nose stuffed in a book, as usual.
"Hello Harry!" Hermione greeted cheerfully as the two sat down, before turning back to her book.
"Hello to you too," Ron frowned as he reached over to grab a roll. Hermione looked up briefly and glared at him before returning back to her studies.
"What's the matter," Ron asked in a confused voice, Hermione stayed silent, "I won't know unless you tell me." Ron stated.
Hermione shut her book with a snap, "That's the point!" She exclaimed angrily, "You should!" and with that said, she stood up abruptly and left the hall.
Ron frowned at her retreating figure, confusion etched on his features. "What was." Ron trailed off as realization hit him. "Oh no, she's mad at me for that."
Harry nodded to that statement.
Ron was about to make another comment when their schedules were passed to them.
Harry quickly scanned his copy then groaned, "Double potions with the Slytherins first, and Divination right after that. Somebody shoot me."
"Well, this day just gets better and better doesn't it?" Ron asked no one in particular.
"I know," Neville, stated sympathetically, "I just hope we don't use anything breakable in Divination."
Too soon the boys had to leave the hall and head to potions. (Goody!!) The saw Hermione standing next to the classroom door as they rounded the corner. Ron walked purposefully towards her and tried to talk to her. Hermione, however, did not seem to be in a forgiving mood and turned away from him.
"Fine!" Ron exclaimed angrily after she continued to ignore him. "If you don't want me to apologize I won't!" and with that he went back to where Harry was standing.
Hermione looked a bit regretful after his outburst and turned to look at him, but Ron was being stubborn now and would not look at her. Harry sighed in exasperation from his position between the two "friends."
'Great,' Harry thought, 'They haven't even been here a day and they're already mad at one another.'
Just then Snape swept down the corridor. He glared coldly at the Gryffindors. "Well, " he whispered in his cold steely voice, "Get inside. We don't have all day."
Everyone rushed past the potions master to get to his or her seats. Harry unpacked his supplies quickly. Ron and Hermione were doing the same thing on either side of him.
Professor Snape went to the front of the room, glaring at students as he passed. "Today," he whispered, "We will learning how to brew a Polyjuice Potion." He paused, "I suspect that few of you will actually be able to make a usable potion." He looked at Neville, who gulped, as he said this. "Now, you will be working in pairs on this potion and when it is complete you will test your potion out on your partner. I will pair you up now."
Harry didn't bother thinking that he would be with Ron or Hermione. He was prepared to be paired up with Neville or someone else just as bad at potions.
"Longbottom you're with Finnigan and do try not to kill him." Snape sneered causing Neville to blush. The Professor turned towards the trio and smirked, "Ah, let's see Granger work with Weasley and Potter." he paused, "You work with Mr. Malfoy."
Harry blanched. Malfoy was here! Sure enough, he caught sight of slicked blonde hair towards the back of the room.
"Get moving Potter," Snape snapped, "We don't have time for doddling."
Harry quickly gathered his things rushing to the back where Draco was sitting. The blonde- haired boy didn't even look at him as her sat down.
"Now since you seemed to think you could take your sweet time moving," Snape sneered at Harry. "Tell me, how long does it take to brew Polyjuice Potion?"
"A month Professor," Harry answered. He remembered that was how long it had taken Hermione to make the potion second year.
Snape smirked and had almost a triumphant look in his eyes as he murmured, "correct."
'Trouble!' Harry's mind screamed. Snape never looked happy unless he was making Harry's life miserable.
After putting the instructions on the board Snape began to supervise the class. He paced in between each row of desks leering down at Gryffindors and praising Slytherins as he passed. He finally came to the back of the room where Harry and Draco were working. Neither boy had spoken to one another; they had just silently done tasks
"Potter," Snape murmured when he was close. "How did you know how long it takes to make Polyjuice? I know the instructions on how to make this potion are in the restricted section. So don't tell me you happened across it in the library."
"I just guessed Professor," Harry stated quietly as he continued to measure ingredients.
"Is that so?" Snape pretended to be shocked. "What a lucky guess."
Harry bit his tongue to keep himself from retorting, "It was wasn't it?" Snape would have taken at least twenty points for that type of remark.
Harry watched as Snape turned away and walked back towards the front of the room. He had just turned back to his potion when he heard the Professor threaten him.
"Potter had better watch his step. I know I'll be watching his every move." Snape said loudly, "and if I do catch him he'll be expelled no matter what Minerva says."
Harry looked up completely shocked. Snape had threatened him in front of the whole class, but what really befuddled him was no one cared. Draco wasn't sneering about it, Ron and Hermione weren't concerned, and not even Neville had flinched at these harsh words.
Harry stared a minute longer before he started to go back to work slowly. As he turned he saw Draco was looking at him. What was even stranger about this was the other boy wasn't smirking, glaring, or sneering. On the contrary, he actually looked curious. As soon as Harry saw him however this new expression was replaced by a nasty sneer.
"What?" he asked offensively, as if Harry had been the one staring.
"Nothing," Harry growled at his rival. Ron definitely was right; today was downright terrible. First of all his two best- friends were fighting, secondly he had potions where he was paired up with his arch rival, thirdly the teacher of this class had just threatened him openly, and finally he remembered he still had to go to divination. 'I doomed,' Harry thought as he let his head hit his desk with a dull thunk.
"Do that enough Potter and I won't have to worry about trying to catch the snitch," Malfoy quipped.
"Shove off Malfoy," Harry murmured as he sat upright again. Surprisingly enough, Draco fell silent.
The rest of the period was basically uneventful. Hermione and Ron were both looking sorry as they tried to work together. First it looked like Hermione would apologize, but Ron would ignore her until she got angry. Then Ron felt guilty and tried to talk but she ignored him. This process continued throughout the whole class. (Obviously they were not doing to well on patching things up!)
The bell finally rang and Harry could have jumped for joy, had the Potions master not been standing at the door, watching the students file out, he would have. Hermione and Ron came up on either side of Harry both trying to avoid one another yet keep in contact with Harry. They walked in silence for a while until they got closer to the north part of the castle.
"I'm going to Ancient Runes now Harry." Hermione smiled at him as she started to walk in different direction. "See you at lunch."
"Come on Harry let's go see if the old bat has come up with some new death predictions." Ron chuckled as he headed towards the North Tower not even watching as Hermione left waving.
Harry followed him watching Hermione go her own way sadly. They finally made it to the silvery ladder that lead to the classroom above. A few of the people in the class were already there. Neville was skimming through his book looking exceptionally nervous, Dean was dozing off on a pouf by the fire, and Parvati and Lavender were whispering excitedly.
Harry and Ron slumped onto some poufs at the table nearest to the window. After thinking a moment Harry decided it was safe to open the window. Considering the fact that Hermione still held the unregistered Animagus threat over Rita Skeeter's head; she wasn't going to be snooping around Hogwarts again. The fresh air that blew in through the window cleared Harry's head considerably waking him up from the lethargy he had been slipping into.
Ron stretched sleepily; obviously even fresh air wasn't going to help him. Students trudged up the ladder slowly, many of them yawning as they settled on low chairs and poufs. Finally Professor Trelawney swept into the room looking, as always, like some over grown moth.
"Welcome my dears, to your third year of studying the art of seeing." She spoke in her usual misty voice.
"This isn't my third year of seeing." Ron murmured to Harry, "I do believe I would remember if I had been blind for twelve years."
Harry laughed behind a hand, desperately trying to hide his amusement from the Professor. Finally he was able to catch his breath and reply dramatically. "No Ronald it's the art of seeing."
"Oh excuse me Harold," Ron mocked. "I forgot to paint my eyes this morning."
Both boys chuckled a little more before they actually started to listen.
"Today we will be learning how to use a very complicated and delicate instrument used for seeing." Professor Trelawney whispered pausing a moment for effect. "Mirrors."
Parvati and Lavender were almost beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of using a new tool. While Neville looked horrified at the very thought of something as delicate as a mirror.
"Mirror gazing is very advanced." Trelawney continued, "Few of you will be able to master this art. However, do not be discouraged even I had trouble embracing the secret ways of the mirror."
Ron rolled his eyes and mouthed, "Secret ways of the mirror?" to Harry.
Harry shrugged, for some reason it didn't seem to strange to Harry that she referred to the mirror as if it were alive. In her little world lumps of tea leaves, which really looked like sheep, looked like Grims. The woman was not content unless she was predicting someone's painful demise.
"Now you shall all take a mirror and turn in your textbooks to page 334. This chapter will tell you how to gaze properly." The Professor instructed, "I will come around and aid you."
Harry flipped open his book to the correct page as Ron went up to get the mirrors for them. He scanned through the chapter and had the full gist of what to do by the time Ron came back.
"It's simple," Harry explained to his red- haired companion. "You just have to do what we always do in this class."
"Space out," Ron smiled.
"Right my friend," Harry smiled back jauntily. This lesson wouldn't be so bad at all.
Harry looked down at the mirror Ron had placed in front of him. It was beautiful really. The trim around the glass was glistening silver with designs of stars carved into it. The actual mirror was the shiniest Harry had ever seen.
Professor Trelawney broke into his thoughts however when she announced she would be bringing around vases of water.
"What for?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry shrugged in reply.
The Professor glided over to their table at that moment, "Here you are my dears." She whispered in a mysterious voice as she poured the water. "The water will allow you to see more than the glass would."
Ron and Harry nodded as if this was perfectly logical and watched as she swept off to another table.
"What a loon." Ron whistled under his breath.
Harry nodded fervently and then turned to his mirror murmuring, "Let's at least pretend to gaze."
"Right," Ron agreed.
Both boys began to look deep into the glass and water before them. Ron squinted and quirked his eyes; Harry supposed he was distorting his reflection for fun. Harry was about to try out that game when something caught his eye. It was himself in the mirror only it wasn't his reflection. This version of him seemed to be looking up at him from the depths of the water.
"Remember!" The mirror version cried out. Harry felt his jaw drop. "Remember!" It cried out again.
'Remember what?' Harry thought wildly. Surprisingly enough, the mirror answered.
"Water and Earth will be threatened while Fire cries for help!" The little version continued to yell, "You must be there to aid them or all will be lost before it has even begun!"
'What do you mean by Fire, Earth, and Water?' Harry thought totally confused.
"Remember!" The little figure continued to yell as it began to fade from the water. 'No!' Harry thought desperately, 'I don't understand!' but it was too late the water was clear.
"Harry?" Ron whispered from beside him uncertainly.
Harry whipped around; surprised to hear a voice, relaxing once he recognized whom it was. "What's up?" Harry murmured softly.
"You looked terrified chum." Ron whispered worriedly, "Did you see something?"
Harry nodded and was about to tell Ron about the strange version of himself when Professor Trelawney swooped down upon them.
"Having any luck dears?" She asked kindly. "Would you like me to gaze for you?"
"We're fine thanks." Ron smiled nervously.
"Alright, if you're sure." And with that she moved on to another table to "gaze."
Ron turned back to Harry and muttered, "Spill."
Harry looked at him with the oddest expression Ron had ever seen. His emerald eyes glittered but they weren't focused and he wasn't smiling like normal.
"Harry?" He asked uncertainly.
Suddenly the expression was gone and Harry was himself again. "What's the matter Ron you look like you've seen a ghost?" Harry asked.
"You had the weirdest." Ron trailed off. "Never mind, now what did you see?"
Harry looked at him a politely puzzled expression on his features, "What?"
"You said you saw something in the mirror," Ron was now puzzled himself.
"Sure Ron my reflection," Harry chortled.
Ron frowned but decided to let it go. Harry must have just been pulling a joke, but Trelawney had burst in the middle of it so he must of decided it wouldn't be as funny.
Finally the bell rang and everyone headed out of the tower. Some people went faster than others. (Lavender. cough.. cough . Parvati.) They were all heading down to the hall for lunch and after about five minutes of walking they made it. Hermione was sitting in her seat and writing something down in what appeared to be notes.
Ron looked over regretfully. 'Why do we always argue?' He thought sadly as he sat down on Harry's left. He turned to his food.
Hermione looked up and greeted Harry. She almost said hello to Ron too until she remembered she was mad at him. 'I wish this whole stupid argument hadn't happened' she thought mournfully.
Harry from his spot between the two caught both looks and sighed. 'I don't think I can handle this for too long.' He thought in exasperation, 'Sometimes they're both so thick! They're both sorry but they just won't apologize.' While Harry was thinking this Hermione went back to her notes and Ron looked up from his food. 'This is going to be a long first few days.' Harry groaned inwardly.
* * Tee hee!! I finished! Um. yeah! Tell me what you think! Bye!