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It didn't seem to fill Sybil's heart with joy and relief that she had successfully changed the past and altered the houses that Harry and Hermione had ended up in but rather she felt fear and doubt. She looked into the crystal ball again (none of the teachers were alarmed or shocked by this since her divination practices were recognised by all of the Hogwarts staff) but nothing appeared through the smoke, fog or the strange clouds that filled it up. She felt as if she had done something wrong despite the fact that she had followed fate's orders perfectly. Of course destiny had to change now. The trio will now never become friends and she was promised by the spirits that this somehow would either stop the war or prevent the massive amount of casualties along with it. She watched dismissively as Dumbledore made his speech that involved information regarding the first floor and the forbidden forest; something she had no care for. She glanced at the Slytherin table and quickly located Tim who was engaged in conversation with what seemed to be two fifth-year girls, both looking rather flirty and giggly.
"I heard that Amy's, from Hufflepuff, father doesn't work! Ha what a slob!" said one of the girls playfully. She was a blonde girl with pigtails and had a massive cut on her lip as if a werewolf had just recently bitten it. The second girl did a hearty laugh.
"That is dreadfully funny but Amy did help me during potions so she isn't that much of a loser. Now Elizabeth! She is the definition of an idiot. In Charms, we were revising how to do the 'Winguardium Leviosa' spell for our OWLs and (the girl snorts loudly) her feather went flying to the right and hit Cornelious right in the eyes. Me and Eliza were trying not to laugh but come on! It was hilarious." said the second girl. She resembled a hedgehog at first glance as hair was very spiky and looked dangerous to touch. Her eyes were blood red and unexpectedly to Timothy, she had a prefect badge on her robes. Timothy giggled slightly and then lent forwards to make sure no others could listen in on their conversations.
"Want to know something juicy about one of our teachers?" asked Tim. The reaction was very sudden. The girls immediately cried out "YES!" a bit too loudly and the hedgehog looking girl banged her right hand onto the table as she lent in quickly.
"Well you can't tell anyone this but I've heard a rumour that Dumbledore is into guys." The fact that Dumbeldore was gay was very well known in the future. The Daily Prophet seemed to have dedicated three whole pages just after they discovered this fact due to one of his friends revealing this truth along with his former love. When the students of Hogwarts found out, it was the only subject any of them bothered to talk about for around two weeks. However all this gossip seemed to provide was more people praising Dumbeldore unexpectedly. It was almost as if him being gay made him more of a hero in some people's eyes. The Slytherin house didn't seem to change their opinion on him that much although Tim did witness some girls placing Dumbledore higher on their list for best Hogwart's headmasters. The two girls erupted in grinning, giggling and mumbling to each other things such as "I can't believe it!" or "I had a sneaking suspicion." Tim raised his eyes to the teacher's table in which he caught Trelawney glaring disapprovingly at him.
"I still can't believe it. Anyway we promise we won't tell anyone! By the way my name is Christine and the blonde is Ivy." They both waved at him quite meekly. Assuming they wanted to know his name also, he smiled and picked up one of the chocolate frogs on the table.
"I'm Timothy but please call me Tim."
"I've never seen you before and you look like you are in like seventh-year!" said Ivy looking perplexed.
"Ummm... I'm usually at Hogsmede where I do all my homework and stuff there you know?" Ivy nodded and Christine pointed to the chocolate frog.
"What card did you get? I have a collection you see and I plan to complete it just before I get into sixth-year!" asked Christine looking very interested in the chocolate frog he was holding.
It turned out that he had gotten an Albus Dumbledore card which Christine had presumably already had as her face fell when she saw it. The rest of the feast went by quite fast strangely as Timothy spent most of it listening to the two girls talk about their favourite flavours of Berty Botts Every Flavour Beans. After everyone began to leave the hall, he catched Trelawney gesturing for him to follow her and they made their way to the North Tower where she taught Divination. The room had a strange aroma floating around and it looked obscenely cramped. It was a wonder that a whole class of students could fit in here, let alone learn there. Trelawney looked worried despite the outcome of the sorting and she revealed to Timothy why...
"I have not had any further contact from the spirits since Harry Potter was sorted into Slytherin. This is extremely worrying! The sprits haven't stopped speaking to me ever since I was a child." Her eyes widened in fear and she began biting her nails repeatedly (This seemed to be a nervous tick).
"Maybe they knew you succeeded and don't need to tell you anything." suggested Tim with a shrug.
"It's not that simple. I have been guided my entire life. They tell me if I've done right or wrong. I'm actually scared." she replied quite quickly. Her tone was very dramatic that it was almost comedic but Tim could tell she was being extremely serious. Just as she picked up her crystal ball, which all traces of fog and smoke had vanished entirely, there was a knock on the door. The sound was soft. Without the recipient waiting for an answer, the door opened slowly and the headmaster was standing there. Dumbledore was smiling and with him was Firenze, the centaur that Trelawney recognised as the replacement of her in the fifth year due to the unfortunate decision by Dolores Umbridge to sack her. While she was allowed to stay in the castle, she was unable to teach and Firenze took her role as the Divination teacher. Truthfully Sybil despised Firenze with a passion as he did not teach the subject properly in her eyes and the way of the centaur was not something to introduce or even have around kids. Firenze was large and beastly, his muscles were popping out and his eyes were brown and glaring at them both with an angry expression but this was hard to tell. He forcefully went through the door, banging the weak wood frame on the way wile Dumbledore followed afterwards.
"Hello Sybil. Would you like a tongue toffee? They're ever so good!" he asked nicely and Tim grew suspicious.
"Oh... Professor... What a pleasant surprise! Well I knew you were coming so it wasn't a surprise but I'm glad you came! And you too Firenze!" she said rather awkwardly.
"I don't remember introducing you to Firenze before? It must have slipped my mind." he said with a small laugh. Firenze nudged Dumbledore by the shoulders and glared at him.
"Albus. Now isn't the time for pleasantries. We must speak about this right now." he argued but didn't raise his voice as a sign of respect for the headmaster. Dumbledore placed his hand onto his head and rubbed it while appearing to try and find the right words.
"You have probably wondered why I have come here? This, unfortunately, is of grave importance and I would you to explain why you have come back in time and changed the ceremony so Harry was not placed in Gryffindor?" he questioned her but his voice remained kind and soft. Dumbledore was one of the best people to talk to and to gain wisdom from. He rarely ever got angry and even then this only lasted for a short time regardless.
"Headmaster! Whatever do you mean? I was just helping Timothy here with finding his sight!" replied Trelawney who was sweating. Dumbledore was about to say something but Firenze quickly interrupted him.
"Do not lie Sybil." he roared as he pointed at her with anger. "As a Centaur, I have lived for centuries. I can feel time and space change and revolve around me. A mysterious essence surrounds you that suggests you are not of this time and so is the boy. I sensed it at the great hall." Firenze began to approach the two but Dumbledore put his hand in front of Firenze and shook his head.
"Calm down please Firenze. I would appreciate if you answer me Sybil and why you have brought this boy along with you."
"It's because she's trying to prevent a war!" shouted Tim, fear pouring out of him. Firenze quickly jumped back but Dumbledore did not move. At first, it seemed liked Dumbledore was frozen in shock but around ten seconds after his outburst he reached to the desk and opened the top drawer ("Alohomora!") and lifted up the time-turner with his wand ("Wingardium Leviosa!"). Trelawney continued to look on amazement that Dumbledore had figured all this out before even one day had passed. His intelligence outmatched her easily.
"This war... It's the return of Voldemort isn't it." asked Firenze and Dumbledore's eyes widened.
"Is this true?" said Dumbledore. Sybil nodded her head.
"He returns and causes havoc and chaos to this school. There were loads of casualties and in the end Harry defeated him." Tim explained and Dumbledore listened on curiously. When he was finished, Dumbledore sat down onto one of the comfy chairs and placed his head into his hands.
"I came back to stop the war. I can save those who died Professor. The spirits told me to make sure Harry was not sorted into Gryffindor and also Hermione as well!" she stated. The centaur seemed to be thinking very seriously while the headmaster stared at her.
"Do not tell me the future anymore Sybil. It's dangerous but with this information I can do what you said and prevent the deaths of the innocent. Now I suggest you return to your own time. Thank you Sybil. he spoke softly and descended the time-turner into Tim's hands. "I hope you know how to use this Tim." Tim smirked. He turned the necklace the specific number of times and waited.
Nothing happened...
Firenze looked scared. "If you can't go back then that must mean..."
Dumbledore rose up from the chair. "What Firenze."
Firenze spoke gravely "You're not alive in the future anymore. Both of you."
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