omens...

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The next morning used the time turner to go to Ancient Ruins and Divination.

"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if
you possess the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this. One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's
Inner Eye."

"That's ridiculous..." I whisper sitting next to Harry.

"When did you get here?"

"Harrison, fix your glasses, I've always been here."

"Oh."

We go back to paying attention to the lesson.

"Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And in late spring, two of our number will... leave us forever." We all class exchanges uneasy glances, but Professor Trelawney smiles brightly. I'm telling you she's on something special.

We all get a teacup and inside theres a small mound a of tea leaves moves strangely. Harry has mine and I have Harry's. We both look back and forth at the book confused.

"Harry? What does yours, well, mine look like?" I whisper.

"I don't know..." He says as he shows me the cup, I show him mine and we have the exact same thing.

"What do you see in Mr. Potter's
cup, Miss L/n?"

I jump slightly not noticing her right next to me. "Well. He's got a wonky sort of cross and that's trials and suffering. But this here could be the sun and that's great happiness. So... he's going to suffer but be very happy about it. Professor Trelawney takes the cup, peers inside, gasps dramatically, grabs mine and does the same.

"My dears! You have The Grim!" The Professor said.

"What's The Grim?" Harry asks me hoping i'll know.

"I've lived in the wizarding world my entire life and I have no idea."

The rest of the class choruses the same question.

Finally a student named Bem in our year gives us our definition.

"Taking the form of a giant spectral dog, it is among the darkest omens in our world. It is an omen... of death."

A/N

this is like a filler kinda I didn't realize how short it was.

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