Alice Black and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 7

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Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived just in time for Transfiguration class. Most of the students were already seated and Harry made a mental note to walk faster next time and get better seats. He noted that Lavender and Parvati were whispering like crazy while throwing furtive glances back in his direction. Would they ever stop?

Hermione abruptly walked to a pair of desks and sat down, dragging Ron with along her. Harry followed them but saw that the seat behind Hermione and beside the one he was about to sit on was occupied by none other than Alissa. Sneaky Hermione, probably had this all planned. As if on cue, she looked at him stubbornly and pointed the seat beside Alissa. 'Sit' she mouthed to him. Alissa was scribbling on a piece of paper and didn't notice him so Harry cleared his throat, making her look up and raise her eye brow at him.

"Yes?" She asked coldly.

"I was wondering if I could sit here?" He asked, trying to be as polite as possible to her. From the corner of his eye he could see Hermione beaming while Ron just rolled his eyes and pretended to gag.

"You may." Alissa responded after giving Hermione a weird look. They both heard loud gasps and saw Lavender and Parvati looking at them, shocked, before going back to whispering among themselves. Alissa rolled her eyes and huffed. She went back to her scribbling and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. Harry barely heard a word of what McGonagall was telling them as his attention was turned at what Alissa was doing. It looked like she was writting a letter in some weird language. Harry frowned and then it came back to him, She had told them she had Russian family so she was probably writing in Russian. She noticed him reading over her shoulder and quickly stuffed the letter beneath her textbook.

"Can I help you?" She whispered, a bit harshly. Harry shook his head, his cheeks reddening. He rubbed the back of his head in embarassement and directed his attention back on McGonagall to avoid the girl's accusing gaze only to see her turning into a cat and then back to normal.

"What is it with you all today?" She asked. "Not that it matters but I usually get applaused after transforming." Everybody looked at Harry but stayed silent. Hermione raised her hand, but surprisingly, it was Alissa who spoke up.

"Professor, we just came back from Divination." She said. Everybody looked at her, some of them hearing her talk for the first time ever. Most looking at her as if they didn't expect the daughter of murderer Sirius Black even capable of speech.

"Ah, of course. There is nothing more to say Miss Black. Tell me, who is going to die this year?" Alissa smirked and Harry raised his hand slowly..

"Me." professor McGonagall shook her head.

"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 —" Professor McGonagall broke off, and took a deep breath. She went on, more calmly, "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..." She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "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 will not be required to hand it in." Alissa snorted and Hermione laughed. Harry felt a bit better. Not everyone was convinced, however. Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered something about Trelawney predicting that Neville was going to break his cups, which he did. The class ended, students packed their books and began to exit the classroom. When they reached the Great Hall for lunch, Harry had told Hermione and Ron about the black dog he had seen, which led his two friends to yet another argument. He ate in silence and found himself staring at Alissa again. She had brought her letter to lunch and was eating while finishing it, occasionally wiping off a crumb here and there as it fell onto the white piece of parchment.

Something flashed in Harry's mind as he remembered when he was in primary school, when he was the one sitting alone during lunch, minding his own business. He remembered how he laid awake at night just wondering how it would feel to have friends, to fit in. He then decided something, he decided that he wasn't going to let Alissa suffer like he did.

Just as he made that decision, Alissa looked up and the two third years locked eyes. Harry stared and then snapped back to reality. He tried to smile at her but she just rolled her eyes and looked away before he had time to do anything of the sort. Harry was going to have a lot of work on his plate with this.

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