UNDER EXTREME EDITING!!!
Follow Y/n Lestrange through my version of 'What if Harry Potter was written from the point of view of a slytherin?'.
This is based of the third book in the Harry Potter series By J.K. Rowling.
The characters arn't mine!!
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The next morning you wake up late and pansy has already gone down to breakfast. You get changed quickly and make your way down just to hear the bell go for the start of first lesson as your making your way down the stairs to the great hall. So, you turn round and run back up the stairs and all the way to the other side of the castle to your divination lesson. You walk in 10 minutes late apologise to the professor and sit at one of the round tables with Mattheo and Draco.
Y/n: 'Where's Pansy?' you ask out of breath.
D: 'She's not taking this class and now I see why.'
M: 'Here I slipped you some toast.' He says handing you two slices of buttered toast wrapped in a napkin.
Y/n: 'Aww thank you so much, you're a gem.' You say taking the toast and eating it.
M: 'Pansy said you were still asleep, and she didn't want to wake you up. I didn't want you to be hungry.' He said smiling at how fast you're eating the toast.
Y/n: You smile back at him, unable to speak with your mouth full of toast. 'So what are we learning about?'
D: 'Well supposedly were telling the future with teacups.'
M: 'Here I got you one.' He said handing you a cup full of tea. 'You're supposed to drink it and then you use the pattens of tea leaves left in the bottom of the cup to predict your future.'
Y/n: 'Sounds simple enough.' You drink the tea and compare the remaining tea leaves to the pictures in the book. 'I don't see anything.'
Just then Professor Trelawney walked by and picked up Y/n's teacup turning it round in her hands. She gasped dropping the cup onto the ground there was a tinkle of breaking China as it hit the floor.
'My dear girl- my poor dear girl – no – it is kinder not to say – no – don't ask me ...'
M: 'What professor what is it.' Concern for Y/n visible in his voice but only to his closest friends.
'My dear,' Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, 'you have the Grim.'
Y/n: 'The what?'
'The Grim, my dear, the Grim!' cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Y/n hadn't understood. 'The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear girl, it is an omen – the worst omen – of death!'
Whispers instantly spread all over the class.
Y/n: 'Oh well that's no fun I thought it would be something good. Course I'm going to die so is everyone else it's not like it's anything new.'
