Chapter 11
Prophecies
After the lessons in the dungeons they had to get to the North Tower, they had Divination. Jack thought it would be fun to see the future, but was disappointed as Harry and Ron told him that they won't learn anything out of that subject. He was lightly amused as the boys told him about professor Trelawney's death prophecies.
Jack liked this classroom much more than the dungeons. It was so open and high. The only think he didn't like was the air. It was so stuffy. But at least the seats looked chaotic and Jack hoped that he could move and do something over this lessons. For him was the like hell to sit quiet and do nothing.
After some time the teacher came into the room. She was kind of strange and Jack almost laughed out loud but kept back he didn't need another teacher that could hate him or have an extra eye on him. Snape definitely hated him already, although Jack didn't know why. It seemed that Snape hated a lot people without real reason. For example Harry.
As Trelawney started talking Jack understood why Hermione disliked her. She was kind of crazy. He heard some Slytherin behind him saying "What do you think will she predict Potters death again? It would be already time that her prophecies hit home." Jack turned lightly and saw that it was Draco talking. He already opened his mouth to retort to Draco but exactly in that moment the professor seemed to notice the new student in their middle.
Jack though she would maybe want him to say something about himself, or ask him some questions about the curs to make sure he knew something, like any other normal professor. But Trelawney never really was normal so she didn't ask any questions but instead spoke with gravelly voice.
"I can see death. You! The cold has claimed your body. So cold. The death. Oh the death, the joy. The winter, the white guardian. Careful white spirit, the darkness comes, the nightmare. Oh where is the hope where wonder, where the memories, the dreams. Careful joy the nightmare comes. And the dark will bring death!"
And with that said she came back to her old self. Jack was frozen in place. She had just described him as the winter spirit and guardian of joy. But there was no way she knew.
The other students just though that Trelawney had gone completely insane. But Jack thought that maybe there was some truth in her words, and that frightened him. She had just said that the darkness and nightmares would come back. And without any reason he believed her. It just felt to be the truth. The rest of the lesson he was trapped in his own thoughts. Jack questioned how one person like Trelawney could one moment be a seer and the next just a crazylady.
At the end of the class Jack was still occupied with his thoughts. Harry had noticed it and said to Jack:
"Don't worry she likes to predict someone's death and pitch." Jack winced at that word."It means nothing. She had predicted my death at my first lesson of Divination. And as you see I'm still alive."
Jack still believed that there was truth in Trelawney's words but let that mater for another time. He would tell this the other guardians and let them search for further signs of trouble. It wasn't as if they would let Jack out of school because of a crazy teacher.
He groaned as he remembered what teacher was following. And he wasn't the only one. Harry and Ron seemed at least as much as unveiling to go through that torture as Jack. Not even Hermione was enthusiastic to see Umbridge again. Jack thought he would hate these lessons if they would be as boring as the book predicted for that year.
He had read all the books for Defence Against the Dark Arts, the first four were pretty interesting, and had various cool spells that would be fun to practise. But in the book for this year there was just theory. Jack thought he would die at those lessons from boredom already before the lessons started. And his predicament would be soon proven right.