Chapter 61 - Twists and Turns

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I knock on the large wooden door in front of me. The sound echoes down the silent hall ominously. I shiver as the flickering torches cast menacing, dancing shadows along the walls. Hogwarts can feel really spooky when alone.

I hear a grumbling and shuffling on the other side of the door as the room's occupant heads to answer the door. A bolt groans as it's slid back and the door whines loudly as the hinges open.

"Hello?" Trelawney's quivering voice calls out softly as she peeks out through the crack.

"Hi. I'm so sorry to disturb you professor." I start, fighting back the sensations roiling in my body.

"Miss Taylor? I must admit, I did not see you coming." She steps back a bit, inviting me to enter. I walk into the room, finding myself in a small sitting area. She gestures to the sofa and I take a seat. She settles in an armchair across from me and pushes her glassing up her nose. "What is the purpose of this rather spontaneous visit?"

"I'm not sure. There's just something coming. And I felt like you would understand." My vision starts to blur a bit and the room tilts dizzyingly.

"Hazel?" Trelawney's voice sounds far away as I frantically try to hold on to reality.

"What's happening?" My own voice sounds foreign and far away. I am panicking as white crowds the edges of my sight.

"A prophecy," her voice is so soft I can barely hear her. I feel hands grasp my own, anchoring me for a moment. "You must give into it. It is the only way to get past it."

"Okay." I gasp, letting go and sinking into it. Cold seeps into my body and the clouds cover my eyes, blinding me. The sound of waves rush in my ears, and I can no longer feel the professor clutching my hands. I feel like I'm drowning for a moment, unable to breathe. But then words start passing through my lips. Words that I do not know. Words that I have no control over.


"On the day of Hogwart's fall
In the place of required's hall
Two that are the same but not
One beside his brother fought
When the battle reaches heat

Half of the whole, will meet defeat
Unless a friend in time of need
Casts a curse most ill indeed

A family of so many, mourns

If the twin was to be warned"


As soon as the last word leaves my lips, all of the energy seems to leave my body, and I slip into darkness.

***

I wake up in the hospital wing. I don't know how I got here. I sit up, expecting some sort of pain, but I feel perfectly fine. I do a quick inspection of myself, but can't find any reason why I would be here.

Bright daylight streams through the large windows around the room, but I am unable to tell how late in the day it is. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and find that I am still in my clothes from last night, shoes included.

"Hello?" I call out softly, confused as to why I am here and where everyone is. I hear a loud clatter from outside the curtain before it's ripped aside. Trelawney stares at me with wide eyes. Although, with her glasses, I'm not sure her eyes have any other expression.

"You are awake." She states, pulling her shawl around her more tightly.

"It appears that I am." I nod at her awkwardly.

"Do you remember what transpired last night?" She asks, rushing over to me and grabbing my hands in her boney ones.

"No?" I remember doing patrol with Tonks, and seeing Edwin, but after that it's a but fuzzy.

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