The Harry Potter series book three.
When Harry was a baby James and Sirius and moony all went out celebrating wormtail no where to be found. There he got drunk and he met Good old Mr. Wesley well he was celebrating the birth of his daughter. Well you know him they where engaged. Harry and Ginny have fallen in love and are trying to live their lives together. This is Harry's third year at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter - PG-13 - English - Romance/Action/Adventure. Though it is mostly a romance story in my oppion.
Written August 29th I have school starting Monday. So if you all don't mind tell me what you think of this chapter and the one before it.
Also there is a reward to whoever gets all the changes. Before I forget I do not own the idea for the characters however changes in them I do own but not the original version. Though of all the characters ginny is my favriote with Harry right behind her. She will be back next chapter along with the purple striped girl.
Chapter 8: The Blanketed Grim
Harry emerged into the strangest-looking classroom he ha ever seen. In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned tea-shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sticky sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups. Ron appeared at Harry's shoulder as the class assembled around, all talking in whispers. "Where is she?" Ron asked.
A voice suddenly came out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice. "Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last." Harry's immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings. "Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly in to armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table. "Welcome to divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, "So you have chosen to study divination, the most difficult of all the magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able t teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field...." At those words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning at Hermione and started to snicker, both then rubbed the back of their heads used to getting smacked by Ginny. Meanwhile Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject. "Many witches and wizards, talented through they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearing, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. "It is a gift granted to few. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. "Is your grandmother well?"
"I think so," said Neville tremulously.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. "WE will be covering the basic methods of divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "Beware a red-haired man." Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him. "In the second term," Professor Trelawney went on, "we shall progress to the crystal ball – if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever." A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it. "I wonder, dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, "If you could pass me the largest silver teapot?" Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney. "Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading – it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October." Lavender started to tremble at that. "Now, I want you all to divide in to pairs. Oh and Mister Potter the pink strip will bring you great happiness, but much responsibility." Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione who both shrugged their shoulders at this. While the Professor went on. "Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on it's saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using the pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear" –she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up – "after you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather attached to the pink." Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, "One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn't mind... thank you...."
When Harry and Ron had (their are two had here one may think that the author made a mistake. Tisk, tisk.) their teacups filled, they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly. They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped over. "Right, "said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six. "What can you see in mine?"
A load of soggy brown stuff," said Harry. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.
"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney cried trough the gloom.
Harry tried to pull himself together. "Right, you've got a crooked sort of cross..." He consulted Unfoggging the Future. "That means you're going to have 'trials and suffering' – sorry about that – but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means' great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy..."
"You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me," said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction. "My turn..." Ron peered into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat," he said "Maybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magic, that or Ginny's going to buy you a ugly hat..." He turned the teacup the other way up. "But this way it looks more like an acorn... What's that?" He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future. "'A windfall, unexpected gold.' Excellent, you can lend me some... and there's a thing here," he turned the up again, "That looks like an animal... yeah, if that was its head... it looks like a hippo... no, a sheep..."
Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a snort of laughter. "Let me see that, my dear, she said reprovingly to Ron, sweeping over and snatching Harry cup from him. Everyone went quiet to watch. Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it counterclockwise. "The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy."
"But everyone knows that," said Hermione in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her. "Well, they do," said Hermione. "Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who." Harry and Ron stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration.
They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to Harry's cup again and continued to turn it. Ignoring Hermione she said "The club... an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup...."
"I thought that was a bowler hat," said Ron sheepishly.
Dean Thomas whispered "Really with the way he and Ginny get along one could never guess why he would be happy." Neville snorted with laughter.
"The skull... danger in your path, my dear...." Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped and then screamed. There was another tinkle of braking China; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed. "M dear boy... my poor, dear boy... no... it is kinder not to say... no... don't ask me...."
"What is it, Professor?" asked Dean Thomas at once. Everyone had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around Harry and Ron's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a good look at Harry's cup.
"My dear," Professor Trelawney huge eyes opened dramatically, "you have the Blanketed Grim."
"The what?" asked Harry. He could tell that he wasn't the only one who didn't understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at him and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.
"The Blanketed Grim, my dear, the Blanketed Grim!" cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry had not understood. "The Giant, spectral dog with a blanket around it that haunts churchyards and hospitals! My dear boy, it is an omen – The worst omen- when you cause a new life you will Die!"
Harry's stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts, and new life. That would mean that Ginny would have to be pregnant he looked at Ron however Ron seemed more scared that Harry. Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Trelawney's chair. "I don't think it looks like a Blanketed Grim," she said flatly.
Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with amounting dislike. "You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonance's of the future."
Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side. "It looks like a Blanketed Grim if you do this," he said with his eyes almost shut, "But it looks more like a normal donkey from here," he said, leaning to the left.
"When you've all finished deciding whether Ginny or Ron will kill me when she is pregnant." Said Harry, taking even himself by surprise. Now nobody wanted to look at him.
"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. "Yes... please pack away your things..." Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron was avoiding Harry's eyes. "Until we meet again," Said Professor Trelawney faintly, "fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear" – she pointed at Neville – "You'll be late next time, so mind you work extra-hard to catch up."
Harry, Ron and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson.
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Hey I know it seems a lot like the book but see what you can find different and please review. I don't think I'll post again if I can not even get one review. I know it was a while between chapters but this one is sooner and they are getting longer. I hope you enjoy it and if you don't please tell me. Because I have other stories I can be working on you know.
Oh yes question for you all should I make Ginny get pregnant this book. I was thinking not till the next one but hey tell me what you think. Or myabe it whould not be Ginny, someone else,there is still the mysterious purple haired girl.
