Author's Note: This was originally meant to be part of the last chapter, but it got…pretty dark. So, I took it out and left what happened to Professor Trelawney up to the imagination. Since then, I've reconsidered and decided to edit and release this as an omake. I tried to make it lighter (I removed most of the torture) but there are still some…unpleasant things that happen. If you dislike such things, feel free to skip this one.

Omake: Trelawney

When Sybill Trelawney heard the pops around Hogsmeade, she first thought it was one of the Weasley twins' many fireworks related pranks and was rather eager to see what the pair had come up with this time. All the faculty secretly enjoyed their antics, with the possible exception of Severus Snape and maybe Professor Binns, the latter of whom was dead and the former being absolutely obnoxiously dreary in his eternal angst over whatever it was that had stolen the man's soul.

But, alas, it was Death Eaters come to torture her for information and probably kill her.

Ahead of schedule, but within reason.

There was, she had to admit, a pretty big part of her that was terrified of what was about to happen. In fact, she half hoped that Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, or even Merlin himself would show up and fix everything without her needing to go through with this, though she could be fairly confident that while this was a Powerful!Harry story, no such shenanigans would be occurring. But, when the Death Eaters started targeting those students who lacked the sense to get hidden, she made her decision.

It was show time.

"YOU ARE IN GREAT DANGER!" Sybill Trelawney shouted as she stepped out from behind the disillusionment veil she had put up. Then she threw out some of the nastiest curses she knew.

"Testiclum calcitrare!"

"Teletubi observus infinitum!"

"Gingivitis halitosis iracundior alvus syndrome!"

Sybill had never been a powerful witch. She knew that, and knew that knowing that made it all the much more so, and even knew that she knowing she knew just made it all the more silly that she was not stronger. But that didn't mean that her spells wouldn't hurt if someone wasn't expecting them. She was a witch.

One Death Eater grabbed his crotch and doubled over, eyes bugging out. Then his eyes bulged again when the curse "kicked" in again. That one was likely buggered until one of his fellow fiends used finite on him.

"My eyes!" another one cried. "Someone blind me, please!" Trelawney grinned to herself. A hundred hours of the most inane and boring nonsense the Muggles had ever devised repeated over and over, but experienced as if every second was a day. It was the only curse she had ever invented herself.

The third shouted, "That's the one the Dark Lord wants, get—" but everyone around him started backing away and nobody heard what he was going to say next due to a rather loud flatulent sound that he made. He would reek for days, even after the curse was reversed.

"Look everyone," a pretty dark-haired Ravenclaw student said with a thick Scottish brogue, "Professor Trelawney has come to save us!"

Ah, yes, Cho Chang, the girl who in some other future would have been Harry Potter's girlfriend. Unfortunately, Trelawney thought, as she was viciously stunned by the five Death Eaters she hadn't managed to curse, The Pillars of Fate were entirely against a Charry pairing and the best the girl could hope for in most worlds was to be a minor part of an improbable harem. In this world, she was relegated to being little more than a side character.

Then everything went black.

Weasley Seer

Dressed in the dark robes of the Death Eater cult, Simon Crumb, Walter Erstwhistle, and Danni Blackwater watched with curiosity as the batty witch, trussed up with an incarcerous spell, opened her eyes blearily and tried to look around the room in which she was held. The Dark Lord had tasked them with preparing their captive for when he would interrogate her.

There was no need for them to wear their masks, and so the witch could make out their identities without any difficulty. Crumb had been one of Trelawney's students, the other two Death Eaters had either graduated before her hiring or had taken other electives. He was going to enjoy torturing his former professor before sending her in to the Dark Lord. Or so he thought.

"Well, well, well," Crumb drawled, "what do we have here?"

The Divinations teacher blinked. Twice. She seemed oddly serene for someone who had to know that she was about to be tortured and most likely murdered.

"Oh yes, you're right," she said, leaning as far forward as she could, given her bindings. Her eyes magnified behind her large framed glasses, giving Crumb a close up look at them. "There is something special here," she said with a nod. "The Pillars of Fate have affixed grave import to this moment…"

"What's she babbling about?" Erstwhistle spat the question.

Crumb rolled his eyes, turning his head to address his fellow Death Eater. "She's doing her prediction mumbo-jumbo, the senile hag. Now listen, here—"

When he turned back, Trelawney was out of her chair, directly in his face, her eyes staring wildly at him, a single finger pointed to an oddly shape mole on his cheek. "The tip of a dagger," she mused, drawing out her words, "pointed at the tip of your nose…YOU ARE IN GRAVE DANGER!"

"Merlin!" Blackwater screeched, the Death Eater witch shocked as much as Crumb was. "Ow'd she get out of 'er binds? She got no wand on 'er!"

After staggering back a step, comical given his Death Eater attire, Simon Crumb pulled his wand and pointed it at Trelawney's throat. "What are you on about, you batty witch?! Stay back!"

The Divinations professor gave the robed wizard a bemused look. "Can you not see, Simon Crumb? It's calling…the BEYOND!" Trelawney threw her arms out in a wide gesture. "But then, I suppose not. You never did have the sight," she tutted.

Crumb took a hesitant step backwards from the wildly gesticulating witch.

Erstwhistle chuckled darkly. Not at all impressed, he took a menacing step towards Trelawney, wand held at his side. "So, if you could see the future so much better than Crumb here, tell me, what's going to happen to you?" Time to put the fear into her.

Unfortunately, she seemed not to have any. "Oh, I'm going to die," Professor Trelawney said, almost cheerfully. "But…not here. Somewhere else. It will be dreadful, yes, but no less than I was expecting. What will happen to you, on the other hand…my, that…that is interesting."

Erstwhistle laughed again. "Let me guess. I'm going to be eaten by a dragon. Or trampled by a beast. Or—"

"You will betray the Dark Lord," Trelawney said knowingly. "Or…he will betray you. I'm not really clear on which will be the one doing the betraying."

Danni Blackwater sucked in her breath.

Erstwhistle went pale, all his bluster gone in an instant, his eyes darting to his two companions and the door that led into the next room. "No, no way. You take that back! I have been loyal!" Erstwhistle was not afraid of superstitious nonsense, but he was smart enough to be afraid of the man in the next room.

Professor Trelawney turned her attention to the female of the group. "Oh dear, what dreadful news."

"What?" Blackwater demanded, "what about me, huh?"

"Not about you, dear," Trelawney replied, "you are the one who will bear the dark news to your master. I'm afraid he will not be very pleased."

"Just shut-up!" Crumb yelled. "Don't listen to her! She's just spouting lies and nonsense, that's all she does!"

"Tsk, tsk," the Divinations professor continued, turning back to her one-time student. "Of the three of you, it is you, Simon Crumb, whose fate is the darkest." With that, Trelawney's eyes turned milky white. "The dagger that was pointed at you poised to strike. The Dark Lord's doom is nigh. When the—"

"I said to shut up!" Crumb snarled. "Diffindo!"

A wide cut opened on Trelawney's cheek, blood splattering on a portrait behind her.

She placed her hand on her face she staggered back, then turned her head and looked at the splatter of blood on the wall, the brief moment of shock quickly giving way to wide-eyed wonder. "Oh look a red moon, a blood moon! Portent of doom, of the end!" The witch turned and looked at Crumb with a pitying gaze. "Oh dear poor man, you have done it now. The fates are fixed, and as my blood was spilt by you, so too will your life end."

"SHUT UP! Crucio!"

Sybil screamed.

The door to the Dark Lord's chamber flew open and a cold voice called from the next room. "Blackwater!"

Danni Blackwater ran to the voice, glancing back as she went through the door. Quickly she moved to kneel before Voldemort. "Master…I…."

"What is happening to our guest?" Voldemort's red eyes bored into hers.

"She was talking too much! About a bunch of prophecy nonsense. So Crumb shut 'er up, my Lord."

"What did she say?" Voldemort hissed.

Danni Blackwater tried to explain it. Tried to tell how their captive was acting all weird and crazy, but Voldemort just didn't have the patience. So, he took the memories from her mind.

Danni Blackwater screamed.

Voldemort wasted no time. He strode into the anteroom where his servants were supposed to be preparing the Hogwarts professor to see him, to impress on her how the only possible course of action was to give him what he wanted, and took in the scene. Instead of finding cunning servants and a pliant victim, he found a fool standing over her screaming form.

"DOOM IS NIGH! DOOM IS NIGH!" Trelawney screeched out through the pain.

Before the idiot even managed to speak a word Voldemort slashed his wand and sprayed the wall with the man's blood. The Hogwarts teacher went silent as the pain curse ended.

Voldemort's eyes blazed. "I did not tell you to harm her, you fools!"

Danni Blackwater stumbled back into the room where her eyes were fixed onto the blood stain behind Crumb's body. "Blood moon," she muttered, pointing up at the wall where the splash of blood from Voldemort's curse matched that from Trelawney's wound.

Voldemort frowned as he looked down from the wall to the quivering woman.

Walter Erstwhistle looked at the blood and then back to Voldemort and the credulity in his eyes. Merlin's beard, the Dark Lord believed what she had said. "Oh hell, no!" Walter disapparated, not waiting around for what could only happen next if the man thought he'd betray him.

When Professor looked up, her eyes were milky white, and she began to speak. "Your doom is nigh."

Voldermort turned to the voice and found himself transfixed by the wide-eyed, pupiless stare of his prisoner. Somehow, she was up again after being subjected to one of the Unforgivable curses, her finger pointing at him.

"Oh, I think not, Sybil Trelawney, I think not," Voldemort sneered. "It is my ultimate triumph that approaches." Whatever she saw, he could conquer. Even death would not hold him.

The witch coughed, shook her head, the milky-white of her eyes fading back to their natural color. Trelawney gave him a puzzled look. "You think not? What are you talking about? Where are my glasses, I can't see anything! Boy! Bring me my spectacles!"

The woman had clearly been addled by the torture. Perhaps a soft approach would work here.

"I am so sorry, Sybil," Voldemort said with a silky voice. "It was never my intention for you to come to harm." He looked down on her with his deep red eyes, only to find that she had looked to the side. "I only want to ask you to repeat your prophecy to me, the one you told Albus Dumbledore that night in 1980 to get you the post you have now. Tell me that, and you may go." Voldemort was confident in his persuasive powers, especially when it came to susceptible women.

He was about to be disappointed.

Professor Trelawney smiled. "I have seen how this will end, and it will not be with me alive or with you knowing the prophecy."

"We'll see about that," the Dark Lord sneered as his eyes bored into hers and his mind tore into her thoughts. Through the fog, the images came, as did the voices.

He was walking in the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts. You are in grave danger! A unicorn horn speared him from behind.

Your doom is nigh.

He was in a library, looking through a book of spells. It's coming!Something dark! The ink from the page grabbed his hand, covered him despite his struggles. The blackness swallowed his body and finally entered his eyes.

Your doom is nigh.

Voldemort tried to focus his mind, and the images faded. He found that could peruse Trelawney's memories of teaching, of eating dinner, even her childhood…now, for the prophecy—

He was standing on a Muggle street in London. Terrible. Dreadful. Horrible. There, within the gutter, there was a pale white face, greedy eyes. He tried to turn away, but against his will he walked towards it, as it opened its mouth impossibly wide.

Your doom is nigh.

He was surrounded by darkness, no light could be seen in any direction. But there was a sound, a thudding horrendous sound coming closer. It's the Grim! He ran, but it came closer and closer. He could feel its breath on his neck. And suddenly something was grabbing him, pulling him, tearing into him!

Faster and faster the images came. Too fast! To many!

Your doom is nigh.

He was staring at himself as he used his mind magic on Sybil Trelawney. She was transfixed by his red eyes, but she was looking somewhere…beyond. Doom. Doom. Doom. It was all in her eyes…Voldemort found himself being pulled into those eyes…into the nightmares of an endless variety of deaths…

Your doom is nigh.

After 20 seconds, Voldemort screamed and broke eye contact.

"My lord?" Danni whimpered. "Are—are you alright?"

With a snarl, he whipped out his wand and crucioed the Death Eater. She screamed, satisfyingly.

Then he turned his spell on Trelawney. She screamed. But it was not satisfying.

"DOOOOOOOM! DOOOOOOM! DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" she screamed the words out as she was tortured.

He held the curse a few moments before relenting. He couldn't stand the sound of that screeching! He stood with his back to his defiant victim as he composed himself.

"You will never get that prophecy, Voldemort," Trelawney said from behind him, her body shaking from the effects of the curse.

There was a pause, and then Voldemort turned towards her, his snake-like visage cocked to the side. "Oh, but I will, Sybil. And it will be you who will get it for me."

Imperio.