I unfortunately don't own any of the characters in the HP series the belong to Mrs Rowling.

The difficult task of being a seer

When Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall the next morning, Harry did so with as much energy as a snail. He was completely beat, it felt as if his body had suddenly taken upon it the total weight of a giant. He was dragging his legs, with Ron and Hermione casting worried glances at him every now and then. It felt like a great triumph to have made it all the way from the Gryffindor common room.

"Um, Harry. Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey." Ron said, after Harry's head collided painfully with the table, barely missing the porridge bowl.

"Um, fine." Harry grunted.

"Poppy, feared that you would turn up like this, Mr Potter." Professor McGonagall had sneaked up on them and was now looking at Harry, concerned. "Miss Granger andMr Weasley. You are to follow Mr Potter down to the hospital wing as soon as breakfast is over. Here are your schedules, and here is a permission slip in case Professor Trelawney…" Here she stopped and pursed her lips. "…in case she, asks." The professor then walked on, handing out the new schedules to the students.

"See I told…" Ron looked at Harry who was fast asleep, a spoon was sticking out from under his face.

It took them half an hour to get Harry down to the hospital wing, with Harry walking as if drunk. Madam Pomfrey kicked Ron and Hermione out of the room as soon as Harry was safely on a bed. Harry was asleep and didn't notice the ruckus around him, until he was jerked awake by the hospital matron giving him some kind of electrical shock.

"What's that for." Harry said groggily, looking up at her. She ignored him and instead turned to the bedside table, were threesteaming goblets stood. "You're not expecting me to drink them all, are you?" he asked, eyeing the different goblets. "I am. And you will drink them all without a fuss." She handed him the first goblet, with a stern look. Harry didn't think he'd win this fight and so pinched his nose and swallowed.

"Ugh... I won't have to eat for days." He complained after being told to rest for a couple of minuets. "Can I go to class now?" He wanted out, before she could come up with something else equally disgusting. The matron sighed and nodded. "Yes. Go on. But if you feel tired again you are to come right back here…" she trailed of as Harry, already was outside the door. He hurried up the stairs, groaning at the thought of Professor Trelawney. Why, o why did he have to leave the hospital wing, now again?

Everyone in the room turned as he entered the classroom.

"Oh, Mr Potter. I knew of course, that you would be here late. No, no need for any explanations…" Professor Trelawney looked as bug' like as always, Harry thought sitting down between Ron and Hermione. He almost groaned after taking a look at them. They were giving each other cold glares. Neville who was sitting next to Hermione gave Harry a relived look, as if to thank him for taking over. He sighed and turned to ask Ron what they were studying, when a hot cup of tea banged down on the table in front of him. When he looked up, he found professor Trelawney smiling at him.

"Here you are, Mr Potter. We are studying the noble art of reading tealeaves. Maybe your friend here will help you?" she said motioning at Ron, who nodded.

"Right." Harry grabbed hold of Ron's cup, whilst letting his own cool, before attempting to drink it.

"Hm..." Harry not clearly remembering the last lesson as it had been ages ago, decided to fall back on his and Ron's old way when it got hard. Make it up. "I see here that you will lose a friend but gain another…" Harry was of course talking about Scabbers and Sirius. "Let me see that dear." Professor Trelawney held out her hand for Ron's cup. Harry found that he actually wanted to hear what the cup said according to the, famous Sybill Trelawney. She studied the cup intensely from all directions, before putting it down and nodding. "Class! May I have your attention please." Harry went stiff in the chair. Surely, she wouldn't.

"Mr Potter here shows early signs of having an inner eye, why he didn't even consult the book. That is what you all should strive after." She looked adoringly at Harry, who wanted to sink below the table and never resurface. Ron's face was caught between fear and gloating, when looking at Harry's red face.

When the class finally was let out after a last call to broaden their minds, Harry sighed in relief. He hadn't even been forced to empty his cup, and therefore got out of the Grim reading, he still remembered.

They got out of the classroom and quickly made their way down the staircase to enter the transfiguration classroom, choosing a seat up front for once. Hermione and Ron were not on speaking term's as of yet and Harry was tempted to go and sit at another table.

Professor McGonagall started talking about animagi and Harry wondered if it was a coincident that they had a class on it with Sirius out and about. Did they know about him, had Remus told Dumbledore?

"Does anybody in here know of a person who's an animagus?" Asked, professor McGonagall. Harry didn't realise he lifted his hand and when he did it was to late. "Yes, Mr Potter." The class was looking at him. "Um, my dad was one, he was a stag." Harry saw that McGonagall was surprised. He wondered if she had known. "Well, I don't recall if he was." She said in a low tone. "Oh, he wasn't registered." Harry blushed, what if they put two and two together and realised that his dad hadn't been the only illegal animagus in school. "Well. I don't doubt that! Your father was one of the…" She suddenly realised who she was talking to and quickly went into a different lecture.

When the class ended, the three walked towards the Great Hall, for lunch. "Your father was an animagus, Harry? Oh, it's awfully hard to succeed." Hermione was very interested and clearly wanted to ask Harry more, but she held her tongue. Harry was glad of course, he didn't know that much about being an animagus and he really didn't want to reveal any of the things he knew, until in was absolutely necessary.

Hermione picked out her Arithmancy book and read whilst she ate. "Hermione. Why are you reading THAT book? You don't have Arithmancy." Ron was staring at Hermione's book.

"Leave her be, Ron." Harry said, knowing of course the reason. Ron shrugged and started wolfing down the food on his plate, much to Lavender and Parvati's disgust.

After lunch, they headed down to Hagrid's hut for his first Care of magical beast lesson. Harry knowing what was coming had already decided to volunteer. They meet Draco Malfoy and his two friends. "Hi Malfoy. Better weather today. How has your day progressed?" Ron and Malfoy were both looking at Harry as if he'd gone crazy. "What's your problem, Scar' head?" Harry shrugged. "Just being polite." he answered.

"Well. Don't be, I don't like you." Malfoy looked very disturbed when the only reaction he got from Harry was a smile. He quickly walked over to the other side with his gang trailing after him.

The students all gasped at the sight of Buckbeak and the other Hippogriffs. Harry was shocked when Buckbeak came up to him and bowed. Did the Hippogriff somehow know him? He had heard that animals felt things differently than humans, maybe Buckbeak sensed that they had meet before. He bowed back and started petting him. "How are you doing?" he whispered. All of the students started clapping, that is except Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy had an extremely sour look on his face.

When Harry came down from the flight, that Hagrid had insisted he make, Hagrid was practically beaming at Him. Harry was looking intensely at Malfoy, who was patting Buckbeak. Plan B was going to continue as planned if the boy acted his usual Malfoy-ish way. And then it suddenly happened, Malfoy insulted the hippogriff and was soon lying on the ground crying out in pain, the hippogriff had scratched his arm.

Harry nodded to himself, trust Malfoy to act against the teachers order. The whole class was in shock, a very pale Hagrid quickly carried Malfoy up to the school.

"Poor Hagrid." Hermione said in a quiet voice. "Oh, that it had to happen now, on Hagrid's first day as a teacher." Harry nodded, but since he already knew, that it wouldn't cause any trouble for Hagrid he didn't worry to much.

He couldn't help feel satisfied that his first plan was being carried out as he wanted.

The students all entered the school, talking about the tragedy, the Slytherin's were all huddled together whispering, at the Slytherin table.

"Mr Potter. The headmaster requests that you go up to his office after dinner." Harry looked up surprised at Professor McGonagall. What could Dumbledore want from him? Did the Headmaster suspect something? The Transfiguration professor had already left and Harry looked up at the head table. Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen, Snape however gave him on of the customized glares that Harry had grown used to get. Good. That meant he wasn't in any kind of trouble. Ron and Hermione looked as mystified about his meeting as he did.

After dinner he made his way up to the gargoyle at a slow pace, trying to occlude his mind. When he reached the gargoyle, it jumped aside at once, letting him climb the stairs to the Headmasters office.

Upon entering, he found that Remus Lupin was present in the room.

"Hello Harry. How are you this evening?" Harry had missed this. To come up and have Dumbledore ask him one thing but mean another.

"Hi professor. I'm fine. And you?" He decided to humour the headmaster who nodded in return. They sat there, for how long Harry didn't know, just staring at each other. Harry desperately wanted to tell Dumbledore all of what had happened. But he managed to control himself.

"Um, sir? What did you want to talk with me about?" Harry finally asked when the silence dragged out and started making him nervous. Remus, who was seated on his right, sighed in what seemed to be relief over the fact that the long silence finally was breached.

"Ah, well. I was wondering if you could take a look at this paper?" Dumbledore handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Potter defends escaped prisoner, Black

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, stood up in Leaky Cauldron for escaped prisoner Sirius Black, claiming to remember the day his parent brutally were murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named.

Mr Potter was seen and heard shouting at Mr Arthur Weasley, father of Mr Ronald Weasley, one of Mr Potter's closest friends, that escaped Sirius Black was innocent of the charges set upon him and that he in fact is Mr Potter's godfather.

This reporter is wondering whether or not Mr Potter has been put under a spell or if the ministry actually sent an innocent man into jail, seeing, as Mr Black never did receive a trial…

The article continued but Harry didn't read on. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or happy that Rita Skeeter once again took time to sharpen her quill when near to him.

He looked up at Dumbledore unsure of what he was to meet. Dumbledore sat leaned back in his chair with his hands positioned under his chin, as if in deep thoughts. The headmaster's eyes were not looking at him but rather at a spot behind Harry's left shoulder. Harry turned to see the painting of Phineas Nigellus looking down at him. He quickly turned away, remembering how the painting had left the office in search for Sirius that fateful night.

Harry looked back at Dumbledore, who was studying him rather closely.

"Harry, is there anything you would like to tell me?" Harry felt trapped. Of course, he wanted to tell Dumbledore everything, but he couldn't. He shook his head. "No sir, nothing" The aging headmaster simply nodded with a glint in his eye. "Very well, Harry. You may leave." Harry couldn't believe his luck, and apparently neither could Remus. "What! Your letting him go, just like that." He seamed to realise who he was speaking to and blushed. Harry quickly left before Dumbledore changed his mind.

He hurried up to the Gryffindor common room where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him.

"I DON'T CARE IF MAGGARTHY MOON WAS ONE OF THE FIRST WITCHES TO…" Ron and Hermione stood in the middle of the common room yelling at each other. The entire house seemed to be present, following the argument with interest.

"We have a bet going on which of the two that leaves the room first and after how long. So far they have been going on for ten minuets and twenty three seconds." Fred and George were standing next to him grinning like mad. Harry snorted and made his way over to his two friends.

"Um, guys?" Harry looked at them, they didn't seem to hear him. "Guys…"

"STAY OUT OF THIS HARRY!" Both of them yelled at the same time. "DON'T TELL HARRY WHAT…" He couldn't believe it, they were worse than he remembered. He shrugged and made his way up to the third year's dormitory, sighing when he finally got into bed. He crawled over to the foot end and picked out his divination book, trying to remember why he'd chosen the subject now again. "I'll have more time for other things." He tried to convince himself. He really wasn't the academic type. The subjects he had at the moment were fine with him. Besides, he wanted to be close to Trelawney in case she had any more visions. If the divinations professor started talking, he wanted to be the one she spoke to.

He threw the divination book back into his trunk and picked out a quill and some parchment. He might as well finish the Transfigurations homework. It was too bad he hadn't gotten his things with him when he time travelled, he might have had some of the homework's given out all ready written.

Harry fell asleep before Ron or anybody else had come up. Thinking that it was good Ron and Hermione had a huge fight, maybe they'd be calm the rest of the year.