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Reaka: Hello everyone! How are you today? Good? Excellent! I'm very proud of you for making it to this chapter! I'm hoping this one will be more entertaining than the last one. Here you go!

WARNING FOR THOSE THAT DIDN'T GET IT THE FIRST TIME! A lot of Spongebob insults go on. If you're sensitive to your precious sponge getting insulted and can't accept that there are people out there that hate him with a passion, leave.

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Without any more delay, here's your next chapter!

Trelawney's Prediction

Snape held back a groan as he saw who else Dumbledore had invited along to the Three Broomsticks. McGonagall was there, though he didn't mind her, and so was Hagrid. The Potions Master didn't mind Hagrid either. But the Headmaster had invited Professor Trelawney along with them, and he could hardly stand being in the same room as the woman.

Madame Rosmerta came to their table and took down their orders. Three butterbeers and a brandy.

" Severus Snape!" she said cheerfully when she saw the Potions Master, " It's been a long time since I last saw you! How have you been, dear?"

Snape didn't answer her. Rosmerta laughed.

" Has the battle with the sponge deprived you of speech?" she chuckled. " I've heard that because of it, Harry Potter is deathly afraid of sponges now. The Weasley girl and Hermione Granger were just leaving, and they told me about it. Poor thing. If I was to be drowned in merchandise like that, then I would be afraid of a sponge too."

She left to get them their drinks. Snape looked from her to the other teachers sitting there.

" Poor Harry," McGonagall said. " A mere sponge gives him fear. In one of my lessons, we were teaching the children how to change a lizard into a sponge, but once Harry saw the sponge, he ran into a corner and stayed there. Even though the sponge was green instead of yellow, he was still scared. I have to blind fold him just to get him to turn it back into a lizard."

" Really? I'd 'ave never thought it," said Hagrid. " Never 'ad to deal with a sponge. So I never knew. 'Arry never told me nothin."

Rosmerta came back with their drinks and placed them in front of the thirsty teachers. Each of them thanked her, and she walked to another table to help an old wizard that managed to spill his on his lap.

" So Potter's afraid of a sponge," Snape said thoughtfully. " Well, I guess I could see that happening. He was one of the ones that had Spongebob's brainwashing spell hit him the hardest. It wasn't until he was half-drowning in merchandise that he realized that thing was evil."

Snape had noticed that Trelawney had not said a word the whole time that they had stepped into the Three Broomsticks. Though he didn't want to say it out loud, he had actually prefered it if she kept her mouth shut. She stared in her butterbeer, deep in thought.

" I think that we should take Harry to Madame Pomfrey's Infirmary," Dumbledore said, " she should have some kind of potion that will help him recover."

McGonagall and Hagrid nodded in agreement. Snape sat there, amused, thinking about Harry's newfound fear. He was going to have fun in Potions with this new knowledge of his. Dumbledore looked at the Potions mastered with a strange twinkle in his eye.

" THE DARK ONE STILL LIVES!" Trelawney suddenly said. " HE THAT YOU THOUGHT WAS DESTROYED WILL RISE AGAIN! AND WITH HIM SHALL BE AN ARMY SO STRONG THAT EVEN THE BOY WHO FOUGHT, HIMSELF, SHALL BE OVERWHELMED. ONLY THE ONE THAT LOVES HIM SHALL SAVE US ALL!"

Every eye was on the Divination Professor as she made the sudden prediction inside the Three Broomsticks. Silence reigned all through the tavern until the old professor suddenly blinked and looked around.

" Why is every eye upon me?" she asked. " All I have been doing is sipping some of my butterbeer. Madame Rosmerta, when you get the time, may I have some sherry to mix with my butterbeer? I feel as though I will need some right now."

Madame Rosmerta said nothing as she quickly went to the kitchens to retrieve some sherry for the woman. Trelawney continued to sip her butterbeer, not realizing what had just happened.

Reaka: There you have it! How do you like it so far? Is it worth continuing? Whether or not it is, I shall do it anyway! I don't like leaving stories unfinished. See you in the next chapter!