The Gift From Death Year 3

Chapter 19: Third year Part 14

10th, August, 1998...

"This is around exam time." Harry explained, "Remus's was the most fun exam." he added.

"It was." Ron and Hermione agreed.

"What did you do?" Dora asked her husband, Teddy had fallen asleep on him at some point.

"It was a little obstacle course on the ground's." he told her, "They had to get passed the creature's we had covered in class. Not the dangerous ones obviously." he added, "Just things like Grindylows, Red Caps and Hinkypunks. And another Boggart." he grinned.

"Brilliant." James grinned.

"I was watching from the forest it looked quite cool." Sirius admitted, "I was just lucky there wasn't much wind."

"Why?" Dudley asked.

"I would have recognised his scent and seen him." Remus explained, "It's kind of like a personal tracker. If I know the scent I can find the source."

"Which is why he always won hide and seek." James muttered. "Padfoot did it too so I banned the game between us." he explained.

Everyone nodded in understanding.

"This memory is important. It's during my Divination exam but it's after it that's important." Harry explained.

"Well?" Professor Trelawney prompted delicately. "What do you see?"

The heat was overpowering and his nostrils were stinging with the perfumed smoke wafting from the fire beside them. He thought of what Ron had just said, and decided to pretend.

"Er -" said Harry, "a dark shape... um..."

"What does it resemble?" whispered Professor Trelawney. "Think, now..."

Harry cast his mind around and it landed on Buckbeak.

"A Hippogriff," he said firmly.

"Indeed!" whispered Professor Trelawney, scribbling keenly on the parchment perched upon her knees. "My boy, you may well be seeing the outcome of poor Hagrid's trouble with the Ministry of Magic! Look closer... Does the Hippogriff appear to... have its head?"

"Yes," said Harry firmly.

"She won't be happy." Hermione giggled.

"Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney urged him. "Are you quite sure, dear? You don't see it writhing on the ground, perhaps, and a shadowy figure raising an axe behind it?"

"No!" said Harry, starting to feel slightly sick.

"No blood? No weeping Hagrid?"

"No!" said Harry again, wanting more than ever to leave the room and the heat. "It looks fine, it's - flying away..."

Ron looked closely at Harry, "I think you might be a seer." he whispered. Harry snorted.

Professor Trelawney sighed.

"Well, dear, I think we'll leave it there... A little disappointing... but I'm sure you did your best."