Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione woke up earn in the morning, after a long night of dreams of the mysterious howl and whatever made it chasing after her. She got dressed in her robes as she found Harry and Ron before making their way down to the Great Hall to get some very needed breakfast. They were getting their schedules when Malfoy decided to poke fun of Harry some more. 

"Ignore him, Harry. He's not remotely worth getting into trouble for." Hermione advised him before looking over her busy schedule. 

"What's going on?" Hermione shot her head as she found Fred and George sitting down in front of the three of them. 

"Malfoy," Ron mumbled before motioning to Malfoy at the Slytherin table. 

"That little git?" George said calmly," He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?" 

"Nearly we himself, he did." Fred confirmed, "but they're horrible things, those dementors..." 

"Yeah, well they didn't seem to have that much effect on Hermione," Ron pointed out, "She stood up to one and made it go away." 

"They know better than to mess with our Hermione." Fred cheered, "They reckon they have a safer chance with fighting against You-Know-Who than her." 

Hermione felt her cheeks blush as she return her stare towards her schedule. She was now lucky she had gotten the Time Turner from her Grandma. By the look of the schedule, she was going to be swamped with tons of things. 

"Hermione," Ron blurted out, "They've messed up your schedule. They've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time!" 

"I'll manage," Hermione told him, "pass the marmalade." 

"But look! See this morning? Nine o'clock Divination... and underneath that Arithmancy, Nine o'clock... I mean how are you going to be in two classes at once?" Ron asked, while everyone was staring at her schedule in disbelief. 

"I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall." Hermione said, leaving out her secret weapon. 

The three of them hurried up towards the North Tower where the Divination classroom was when they were suddenly stopped by a short knight in a suit of armor chasing after his pony. 

"Aha! What villains are these that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!" the knight shouted as he grabbed his sword and tried to fight them. They ignored the knight before hurrying up to the North Tower till they reached the circular trapdoor on the ceiling with a brass plaque on it that read Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher. They had to climb a ladder to enter into the strangest-looking classroom they had ever seen. 

"Welcome, how nice to see you in the physical world at last," a voice spoke from a thin woman with the most wacky clothes, "sit my children, sit. Welcome to Divination. My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." 

Hermione had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. She knew that she was in a world with magic and magical creatures but this was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. 

"So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of allmagical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field... many witches and wizards talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and..." 

Hermione couldn't help but start to drone in and out of the conversation what she was hearing. She picked up about how Professor told Neville he shouldn't be too sure about his Grandma being too well and to Parvati Patil to 'beware a red-haired man' before ranting on about what they will be doing through the year. She returned her focus when she found everyone going and getting tea cups and bringing the back where they proceeded to try and read the leaves inside. 

"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom. 

"What can you see in mine?" Ron asked Harry. 

"A load of soggy brown stuff." Harry answered while Ron was glancing into Harry's cup. 

"Okay, um... you got a crooked sort of cross... that means you're going to have trials and suffering-- but that looks like the sun-- which means great happiness... so  you're going to suffer but be very happy..." Ron mumbled, glancing between both the book and the cup trying to understand what he even said. Hermione chuckled while rolling her eyes. 

"My dear, allow me to look at your cup," Hermione jolted when Professor Trelawney climbed up towards her and took hold of her cup, "Ah! Yes, I see! Oh, dear there is a skull which means danger in your path.... and Oh!  There are at least four small hearts around meaning love is in bloom for you... and a small horseshoe meaning you will success in choosing the right partner in your life. That is good, my dear." 

Professor Trelawney looked at Hermione with a grin, clearly not noticing Hermione's look that silently said 'you're crazy', before making her way towards Harry as she proceeded to look into his cup. 

"Oh dear,  oh dear, this is not a happy cup for you..." Professor Trelawney murmured sadly when suddenly she shrieked and flung the cup back on the table. Everyone turned to look at her, wondering what was wrong now while she stood there quivering in her shoes. 

"My dear boy.. my poor dear boy... you have the Grim..." she whispered, causing everyone to mumble to themselves before a boy in the boy began reading out loud. 

"The Grim... takes the shape of a giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! It is one of the darkest omens in our world... it's an omen-- of death."