Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

42. Professer Tewlawney's predictions

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Y/n's delight at winning the Quidditch Cup lasted at least a week. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating, as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.

But they couldn't. Exams were nearly upon them, and instead of lazing around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows. Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working, they were about to take their O. W. L. s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Percy was getting ready to take his N. E. W. T. s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), the highest qualification Hogwarts offered. As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic, he needed top grades. He was becoming increasingly edgy, and gave very severe punishments to anybody who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the evenings. In fact, the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione.

Y/n had finally convinced Harry and Ron to give up asking her how she was managing to attend several classes at once, but the two couldn't restrain themselves when they saw the exam schedule she had drawn up for herself. The first column read:

Monday

9 o'clock, Arithmancy

9 o'clock, Transfiguration

Lunch

1 o'clock, Charms

1 o'clock, Ancient Runes

"Hermione?" Ron said cautiously, because she was liable to explode when interrupted these days. "Er...are you sure you've copied down these times right?"

"What?" snapped Hermione, picking up the exam schedule and examining it. "Yes, of course I have."

"Is there any point asking how you're going to sit for two exams at once?" said Harry.

"No." said Hermione shortly. "Have any of you of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?"

"Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," said Ron, but very quietly.

Hermione just started shifting heaps of parchment as she looked for it.

Harry, Ron, Y/n and Hermione had plenty of opportunities to speak to Hagrid.

"Beaky's gettin' a bit depressed." Hagrid told them, bending low on the pretense of checking that Harry's flobberworm was still alive. "Bin cooped up too long. But still...we'll know day after tomorrow...one way or the other..."

They had Potions that afternoon, which was an unqualified disaster. Try as Harry might, he couldn't get his Confusing Concoction to thicken, and Snape, standing watch with an air of vindictive pleasure, scribbled something that looked suspiciously like a zero onto his notes before moving away to check on Y/n's. Much to Snape's disappointment however, Y/n's potion was simmering nicely.

Then came Astronomy at midnight, up on the tallest tower, History of Magic on Wednesday morning, in which Y/n used every piece of knowledge he could remember thanks to helping Hermione revise one night.

Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology, in the greenhouses under a baking-hot sun, then back to the common room once more, with sunburnt necks, thinking longingly of this time next day, when it would all be over.