Into The Multiverse

Chapter 25 - What I fear the most

Well, Divination was just boring.

The professor, Professor Trelawney gave out predictions. Neville's grandmother's condition, Parvati being warned about a red-headed man, and one person will drop Divination. The most important future sight she saw was Harry meeting Sirius. 

Honestly boring. Muggle Studies was boring too. The syllabus is mostly talking about how muggles always make wars, while wizards are better than them. Mostly, it's all bullshit. At least Arithmancy was fun. It was mostly calculation, but still, fun nothing less.

Anyways, I'm in Professor McGonagall's class right now with the gang. McGonagall was talking about Animagi. She transformed into a cat, waiting for the class to be shocked, but they were still clearly scared of Trelawney's predictions.

McGonagall: Really, what has got into you all today?

She says after she transforms back into a human.

McGonagall: Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class. 

Everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke. ThenHermione raised her hand. 

Hermione: Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and —

McGonagall: Ah, of course. Sigh... There is no need to say anymore, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?

Harry: Me. 

McGonagall: I see. Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues — Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney — You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.

Hermione laughed at her joke. Damn, her laughter sounds heavenly.

When the Transfiguration class had finished, we joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch. 

Hermione: Ron, cheer up. You heard what Professor McGonagall said.

Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn't start. 

Ron: Harry, you haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?

Harry: Not exactly, if you mean from a book then yes.

Ron let his fork fall with a clatter. 

Hermione: It's just from a book.

Ron looked at Hermione as though she had gone mad. 

Ron: Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's — that's bad. My —my uncle Bilius saw one and — and he died twenty-four hours later!

Hermione: Coincidence.

Ron: You don't know what you're talking about! Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!

Hermione: There you are, then. They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!

Ron mouthed wordlessly at Hermione, who opened her bag, took out her Arithmancy book, and propped it open against her water jug. 

Hermione: I think Divination seems very woolly. A lot of guesswork, if you ask me.