The sunrays crept through the open windows, and reached Harry's four poster bed, waking him up. Still tired, Harry got out of his bed, and directly headed downstairs. Hermione, Ron, Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny were gathered around something he couldn't have seen quite clearly.
"Good morning friends," said Harry happily.
"Oh, good morning Harry," replied Hermione. "Come down and look at what we've got here."
"What?" asked Harry.
"Just come down here," added Hermione quickly.
"Allright," proclaimed Harry slowly, yawning. He came downstairs, and approached the group of his friends.
" So, what's the big deal?" he asked. Then, Ginny and Lavender sort of moved away, and Harry saw the thing they were hiding from him. It was a weird looking creature that looked very familiar to him. He's seen it before. It was...
"Winky!" shouted Harry in disbelief.
"Ssssh! You'll wake her up!" said Parvati.
"Sorry," apologized Harry," so, how did she come here anyway?"
"Well, maybe she sort of dozed off when she was cleaning last night," said Hermione.
"Look, let's wake her up, she's supposed to be with the other house-elves preparing breakfast in the kitchens," spoke Lavender.
"Do we have to?" asked Ginny, stretching.
"Well, we can't have her here all day, can we?" asked Hermione. Then, Hermione and Harry were patting Winky on her large bat-like ears and on her head. For moments, nothing happened. And then, suddenly, Winky jumped out of the armchair, with horror.
"Good to see you sir and Miss," spoke Winky, still shaking.
"What is it Winky?" asked Hermione kindly.
"Winky is having a nightmare Miss. A very terrible nightmare," answered Winky.
"What was it?" asked Ron.
"Master Barty is welcoming Winky back home sir, Winky is very happy, and then...He Who Must Not Be Named turns out in the backyard and kills Master Barty...and then...then..." she was in tears.
"It's allright Winky," said Hermione, calming her down, "it was only a nightmare. It's not real."
"But...but...it's looking so real, Miss," said Winky.
"Don't worry Winky," said Ginny politely.
" Winky must go now, sirs and Misses. Winky must help prepare breakfast," spoke Winky, getting away from the group and heading to the exit.
"Oh, Winky, if Dobby's there, tell him I said Hi," proclaimed Harry happily.
"Winky is sir. Winky will tell Dobby. Goodbye," and she left.
"God, she still must be in that shock of Mr. Crouch setting her free," said Ron.
"You can't blame her. She simply loved working for him," said Harry.
"Listen," began Harry, in a quiet voice," we've still got about fifty minutes till classes begin, I'm going to ask Firenze about the vision, ok?"
"Better hurry up," said Ron.
"Good luck," said Hermione.
After that , Harry got out of the armchair, and headed to the door. He was walking faster than normal, very keen to get Firenze's advice and explanation of the vision he had. Only last year, Professor Trelawney got sacked, and the centaur Firenze, was made the new Divination teacher. Obviously, he couldn't have climbed up the stairs to reach North Tower. So, he taught Divination in classroom eleven. He had turned the classroom to his natural habitat, the forest. It was green, grassy, and beautiful as Harry remembered it.
At last, he reached the classroom's door, and knocked three times, but there was no answer. Then, Harry thought he'd saw something moving behind him. He realized that there was a very big tall shadow on the door, when he turned around...
"Good day Mr. Potter, have you been wanting to see me?" spoke the voice of a centaur.
"Firenze! You scared me!" said Harry, catching his breath.
"Sorry for that. So, shall we enter?" and Firenze opened the door to enter the classroom. Just as Harry remembered it, the room was green, full of leafy trees, and the ground was grassy. Harry went to the front of the class, and sat under the shadows of two lovely trees.
"Um...Professor...the other night, I had some type of vision, that was really bad and terrible. So, um...I came here seeking your explanation. That's of course it you didn't mind.."
"Not at all Mr. Potter. So, what did you see?"
"Well, here it is," began Harry, "I was walking in the corridors of the eighth floor of this castle. Then, I was looking around me, as though some danger was approaching. Then, I came near to a door, and opened it. The room I entered was so dark. After that, I heard some cold voices, voices of dementors. I tried to say the incantation that was used to drive them away, the Patronus charm, but nothing happened. I was nervous. They came closer, and lifted me in the air. Then, I saw a big wolf come near to me. Its mouth opened, and the voice of Voldemort spoke (Firenze winced a bit). Sorry about that. Then, he gave me a talk about waiting sixteen years for this glorious moment. Then, he used the killing curse... and the next thing I knew was that I was lying still on the floor, probably dead,"
"Is that all?" queried Firenze.
"Yes, that's all I can remember," answered Harry.
"I see... Well, in the beginning, you wondered across the corridors of the eighth floor, am I correct?"
"Yes,"
"Perhaps this suggests that you'll somehow be lost, but looking for something. And when you looked around you, it meant that something you fear was waiting for you."
"When you entered the room, was it really dark?" asked Firenze.
"Yes, I couldn't have seen a thing," replied Harry.
"Well, I think this means that you're days are growing darker and darker,"
"What does that mean?"
"You're reaching the end?"
"End of what?"
"Then end of this matter between you and the Dark Lord, that no one really understands," answered Firenze.
"I understand now," said Harry, in a disappointed voice.
" Did you say that dementors were present in the scene?" asked Firenze quickly.
"Yes, ten of them at least," answered Harry.
"Oh my...a group of people are searching for you. A group of people you never trusted and you always hated are willing to ... perhaps kill you...the servants of the Dark Lord Mr. Potter,"
"Death Eaters!" Harry spoke nervously.
"Exactly my dear," said Firenze, trying to calm Harry down, "then, the end of it was, your death?"
"Yes,"
"Dear me.. I ... I must stop here. Furthermore talking would risk the chances of you getting on with your day," said Firenze, turning his back to Harry. Harry got up, and walked closer to Firenze.
"What? Why can't you talk a bit more?" asked Harry, touching Firenze's hand. Firenze's hand held Harry's, and he was patting him.
"My dear Mr. Potter, possibly, you wouldn't understand it now...at this age," began Firenze, " if I continue talking, something bad will happen."
"And what is that?" said Harry, pulling his hand gently out of Firenze's grip.
Firenze was speechless.
"Come on Professor, you've got to tell me,"
"Why do you think that is necessary?" asked Firenze.
"Because...because...then I'll know the truth about my future, I'll be able to do something to prevent the bad thing that's going to happen, even if it was my death,"
"Mr. Potter, all the things I said were nothing more or less than my predictions. I cannot admit that I know the exact future, because no one knows. I think it's best if I don't continue on talking,"
"I don't care what the things you've said are! I just want to know what's going to happen!" roared Harry furiously.
"Perhaps...someday, you will know your fait," said Firenze softly.
"Firenze, I'm begging you, tell me! I've escaped Voldemort five times now, why couldn't I do it again? Even if I had to suffer the great pains.. I want to..."
"Mr. Potter, this is all I can say now. I cannot say anymore,"
"Well, allright, perhaps Trelawney would've been able to explain this more. She loved predicting my death," said Harry angrily, going near the door.
"It was nice meeting you again Mr. Potter. If you ever had something seen, something vague that you cannot understand, I'll be happy to help you. I'll always be here,"
"Well...thank you," Harry stepped out of the classroom and was checking his watch. He totally forgot about the time. Fifteen more minutes were left till his first lesson began. So, he dashed to Gryffindor Common Room to get his supplies for the day, and accompanied Hermione and Ron to the classes.
"Well, what did he say?" asked Ron.
"Can't you wait till lunch?" replied Harry with a question.
"No, " answered Hermione.
" Well, he said something about my days growing darker, and me reaching the end of it,"
"End of what?" asked Hermione. " Be more specific Harry."
"Fine," muttered Harry. "He said that I'll be lost and looking for something that's been waiting for me. He also said that the dementors resembled a group of people I always hated coming nearer to me... Death Eaters. When he reached the end, he stopped. He said that he didn't want to continue on speaking. That's all. Satisfied now?"
"Why didn't he want to continue on talking though?" asked Ron.
"I don't know Ron," said Harry.
"Whatever he was planning to say, must've been highly surprising and shocking to Harry" said Hermione.
After that, they reached Hermione's Study of Ancient Runes class. Hermione waved goodbye to Harry and Ron and entered the class. Then, Harry walked with Ron till they reached Divination. Ron clapped Harry on the back, wished him a nice day, and went in. Harry was heading to his classroom, Defence Against the Dark Arts. He was to teach the Gryffindor and Slytherin second years now about the properties of Devil Cats, dark creatures that were highly dangerous if not handled properly.
Harry was still mad about Firenze and angrier because he didn't know the exact truth. However, he at last, managed to get over it. The door stood before him, and he heard noises of students waiting for him inside. He got in, went to the front of the class, smiled at everyone, and the lesson began.