Credit: ObviouslyRavenclaw prompted this chapter. Thanks a bunch!
Chapter Twelve: In Which Omens Are Believed
"The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen — the worst omen — of death!"
Harry's stomach plumetted. His heart sank. Hadn't that dog in Magnolia Crescent looked just like the Grim on the cover of the book? He didn't want to die, he wanted to live. His days were numbered, he was going to die, he was going to die, he was going to —
"I — I don't feel so well," said Harry shakily.
He packed up his bag, and left the classroom.
"Alas, one can't refute the will of destiny, dear students," whispered Trelawney dramatically. "The Inner Eye can be a burden sometimes."
Lavender and Parvati looked very impressed. Ron and Hermione exchanged worried looks. They sat through the class, though.
When Harry didn't show up for Transfiguration, they decided to tell Professor McGonagall.
"What? Do you mean to tell me Mr Potter is missing?"
"Er — yes," said Ron.
"And this happened right after a certain Professor predicted his death?"
They shivered, Professor McGonagall had never sounded more dangerous.
"I see."
The Transfiguration Professor left the classroom.
"She has crossed the line, Dumbledore! How many times have I told you this is very inappropriate behaviour for a teacher! Now she goes and traumatises someone who has lost his parents? I want disciplinary action against her, and if you won't do it, I will!"
Professor McGonagall was in the Headmaster's office, giving Dumbledore a piece of her mind. Dumbledore smiled internally — it was just for dramatic effect, after all. What was the problem as long as no one was harmed? Nothing would come from Minerva's complaint, he was sure.
Unfortunately for Dumbledore, the Daily Prophet had always been good for gossip. Rita Skeeter took about three seconds to snap up the story. Of course, she spun it around and exaggerated every single point, and Minerva McGonagall knew that.
"Trelawney deserves it," she said to herself.
Sybill's goose was cooked. She was in total disgrace, suspended and facing trial.
Harry had been severely traumatised by the whole event, and needed a therapist. After all, children didn't react well to the prospect of imminent death, not even ones who defeated Dark Lords.
AN: Wizards seem to find death very insignificant for some reason. Maybe it's because they already know there is an afterlife, or whatever. That's still no excuse to go and do that!