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Just as usual, Sibyl Trelawney knew that she didn't had to leave her Tower. Everytime she went down, was it 1st september feast,just breakfast or dinner, something was bound to happen. Just as it did now.

School year started fast and the second week of September slowly walked into the third. Nothing unusual yet happened, although she already managed to predict three types of death for the Boy Who Lived, alias Harry Potter.

-Falling off the top of the owlery.

-Choking on a piece of food.

Okay, so, it the first two were somewhat agreeable, only what the heck he was doing on the top of the owlery? Sending a letter? Surely not to Petunia Dursley….anyway, the third one was quite embarrassing and thank Merlin to that she decided to tell hit it personally, whispering in his ear. Ron has tried for about more than two hours….Harry did not say a thing.

-Nicking him while shaving his….hm...balls?

Not more likely. He did not eve shaved his face, and what to tell about….

Sibyl Trelawney was walking back from the Headmaster's office. Apparently, Potter did found his balls and requested that she discontinued haunting him with her predictions. She could not do much, it was her sight that told her these things, and however Hooch and McGonagall were tending to think that Sibyl should slow down drinking her 'tea'.

She was already standing at the bottoms of the spiral stairs when suddenly saw a dark figure standing in the shadows.

"Professor Trelawney?"- Voice asked.

"Y...Yes."- She squeaked a little, but tried to reply with her normal voice.

"I've brought you my homework, I've forgot to hand it in this morning."

She saw a peace of parchment emerged form the shadows of the wall and she finally recognized its holder. It was a sixth year Slytherin Prefect, Draco Malfoy.

"Very good."

"So, I'll guess I'll be going …."

She nodded weakly and mask of fear covered her face as he stepped from the shadows. She took a few steps back and fell on her knees.

His icy-blue eyes were changing slowly with each step he took towards her. They darkened and from black became bright red. She could not see his white pupils, and yet he looked concerned.

"Professor Trelawney? Are you all right?"

"Don't!"- she screamed like in agony." Don't come near me!"

He stopped and straightened his back. The pair of beautiful black wings stretched from his shoulder blades and stopped in the air wide open.

As her last hope the words from some muggle book she was reading long time ago crossed her mind and putting her hands in a crest she shouted with all her might :" In nomine patris et filii spiritu sancti" .

"Salazar's socks. You really are mental"- her words made no effect on him whatsoever and he slowly continued his way back to the Great hall. Draco Malfoy was heading to dinner.

"I will be in the library."- Clearly stated Hermione Granger turning away from the Ron.

"But you have to eat, Herms!"

"Last time, especially for you Ronald. - She took a breath in. – its Her-Mi-One. Not Mione or not Herms! It is Hermione. Is it really so hard to remember?"- Turning around she started to walk to the library.

Harry grinned to himself. Everything seemed going like as usual. Just like in old times.

"Come on, mate."- he took Ron by his shoulder," You know how she's getting over the library…"

"Yeah….same old Her-Mi-One. - He drawled and laughed, but then heard how his stomach made a soun.

"I need to eat. I'm hungry."-he stated with a serious tome.

"Aren't you always?"- Replied Harry and his lips curled in a little smile. Indeed just, like in old times.

Hermione was reading her Transfiguration book trying to understand human-partly transfiguration as she heard some noise between the bookshelves. She looked up. Madame Pince was not in a place.

Slowly she stood up and headed to the isles. She saw a small boy who was sitting on the floor He tried to pull one big book from the upper shelve, but tripped and fell down with couple of ancient books falling down on him.

The boy, apparently some first year was crying. One of the books fell on his hand and it was bleeding slightly. She sat down and without the word took his hand in hers. Boy stopped to sob and stared at her with amazement in his eyes.

She gently smiled at him, not knowing that boy saw her as a angel with a beautiful golden eyes and sparkling white wings behind her back……..

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A/N:So?how did you liked it? I'm open for your suggestions and constr.critics...:-) Will be waiting for your reviews :-)

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In nomine patris et filii spiritu sancti .- translation from latin In the name of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.