When you say 'one word…' isn't that really three words? Just wondering

Okay….

Yeah, story time

Hermione's POV

As we walk into the ever hated divination room (Ron and I had met up with Percy and Harry on the way here) the scent of… um… flowers? Hits us like a wall. A very thick wall.

Percy feigns a gag and collectively we all laugh. It feels good to laugh with my friends.

We pick one of the tables, with enough room for all of us to sit. And we sit at it.

Harry Ron and I pull out the 'dream journals' that professor trelawney assigned to us. Percy puts his head on the table, and bangs it down a few times, looking a little more alert afterwards.

"Dream journals please" the professor trills, skipping around the classroom reaching out and grabbing random ones, reading them, and setting them down again.

"Okay, everyone flip to Saturday, and try to decipher their dreams that night with your table" she sings out and we all busy ourselves with trying to look busy.

"So, who's going to go first?" I ask, trying to keep a cheerful demonar.

"Uh… I will" Harry volunteers. We start half discussing his dream. Something about a dog. Harry scribbles a quick bullet list in his notebook as we try to find a dog in the 'dream manuals' .

As the professor comes over to the table I gently nudge Ron, who nudges Harry who nudges Percy. We all start an animated discussion about all the different types of dog we found in the books.

"There's this one. It means like loyalty. That could mean…"

"No. It was this one right? This one means royalty… no that wouldn't make sense, no one here… that I know yet has divine blood"

Percy murmurs something… he does that all the time, and I ask him "what was that Percy?"

"Oh nothing. It's just that this dog in the book looks alot like Cerberus from the Greek mythology. I mean without the extra heads"

"Wait!" Ron interrupts "there's this angel one… did you have a dog when you were younger?"

"No and Ron, I assure you that the dog didn't have wings"

Professor trelawney decides to come over to our table and join in the discussion. Yay.

Hey I can be sarcastic too, you know.

"What are we talking about dearies?"

"Harry's dream professor," I reply politely "it was about a dog."

"Wait. Stop everything" Percy nearly yells "a dog is like a new companion, right?"

That makes a lot of sense actually.

We all decide that that was what the dream was about.

"Okay class that's it for today."

I think about the last class and I'm a little surprised that there were no extreme 'doom! Death! Destruction!' fake prophecies.

As we shuffle out the door and down the ladder Percy's hand accidentally brushes the professor's.

As you already know, it all went downhill from there.

_hi_

Harry's POV

The professor collapses to the ground, well would of if Percy hadn't caught her.

He gently puts her down on the conveniently located stool near the door. Suddenly her eyes fly open, glowing green behind her large round glasses, and in a raspy voice that sounds ancient as the very walls of the school;

"fail to save what matters most in the end. One shall be lost in the land without rain. Lose a love to worse than death." Percy starts to tremble, slowly kneeling on the ground. "the hero's soul cursed blade shall reap, to storm or fire WILL FALL" the professor starts to become more frantic, spewing random lines and words "AN OATH, THE FINAL BREATH, FOES. THE DOORS OF death" at the last word the professor's voice does to a near silent whisper.

She falls again, this time into Dean's arms, as my brother is lying on the ground, not moving.

"Percy?" I ask him, hoping for a reaction.

He sits up, his head in his hands, and murmurs to himself. Then stands and leaves the room, not giving Ron, Hermione or I any time to catch up. We run down the hall after him, trying to catch up with his incredibly fast paced walk.

Hey guys. So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that this took so long. Writer block am I right? Heh. Well,non going to start working on the next chappie pretti soom, so uh, have a good day. Or night… or….

No leofangirl. Bad. *Hits with newspaper*

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