All I Have Left

Chapter Forty Six

 THIS IS MY THIRD TIME WRITING THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE IT DELETED TWICE SO I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT I WILL THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF BECAUSE I AM SOBBING. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER SINCE SECOND YEAR AND I FEEL IT'S THE UNIVERSE AGAINST ME. I AM FURIOUS.

It's been months and a lot has happened. Like, a lot. 

Harry, Lupin, and me all talked about the Dementor's kiss over Butterbeer. That brought back the nightmares and fear to go to Hogsmeade. Harry got his Firebolt back that day, so Harry and Ronald forgave Hermione, and Scabbers disappeared, Ronald's rat, and he blames Crookshanks, Hermione's cat. They've been arguing non-stop and it's bloody annoying, getting on both me and Harry's nerves.

Then Malfoy, Flint, Crabbe, and Goyle all dressed up as Dementors and tried to sabotage Harry at the Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor match, but instead Harry cast the Patronus charm at them and caught the snitch, making Gryffindor win. Sirius Black also broke into the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, ripping the curtains, and Ronald swears Sirius Black stood over his bed with a knife.

He got in because he showed up to the portrait hole with a whole list of the passwords for the week, which was Neville's list, resulting in him getting a Howler from his grandma. 

Harry got caught by Snape for sneaking out to Hogsmeade because Malfoy, the imbecile, snitched on him. We also got word that Buckbeak is to be executed. Hagrid has been moping about it since, and we all feel bad.

Well, Hermione, Ronald, Harry and me do.

Ronald and Blaise turned fourteen, and the twins turn sixteen tomorrow. But, other than all of that, I think it's everything.

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"Relax... let your mind... go."

I sit in Divination, next to Blaise and Daphne, the whole class watching as Trelawney leans over the crystal ball sitting on Harry, Hermione, and Ronald's table. 

"Crystal-gazing requires that you clear the Inner Eye. Only then will you see. Oh my, what do we have here...?" Trelawney gasps and I watch Hermione visibly roll her eyes, irritated. 

"Here we go again. It's the grim! It's the grim!" Hermione mocks, scoffing as she finishes. Trelawney glances over at her, looking up from the ball, and narrows her eyes at the brunette.

"My dear, from the moment you first arrived in my class, I sense you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave." Trelawney shakes her head.

Hermione sits there, speechless, opening her mouth to speak but closing it, opening it again, gaping like a fish. She then groans and shoots up from her seat so fast the chair flies back, landing on the ground, and she knocks the crystal ball off it's stand and onto the ground, slinging her bag over her shoulder before storming out of the class. 

"In late spring, one of our members will leave us forever. You saw it, Professor! You knew." Lavender exclaims, Parvati gasping in surprise. Trelawney nods proudly but sighs. 

"On these occasions, I take no joy in my gift, Miss Brown." Trelawney says. "Now all of you, work on trying to see something! Gaze into your crystal and tell me what you see!" Trelawney declares. I turn around and face Blaise, who was muffling his laughter with his hand. I hit his chest with the back of my hand and hear Daphne scoff.

"Honestly, I would drop out of this class if Trelawney said something that rude to me. Especially if she mentioned my bosoms!" Daphne whispers, shaking her head and I watch Blaise turn a deep crimson red.