Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 3.5: Predicting Futures

As Professor Trelawney embarked on her dramatic introduction to the class, Lyanna couldn't shake off a sense of disappointment. Despite the anticipation of exploring the mysterious art of Divination, her previous year's classmates had painted a rather lackluster picture of Professor Trelawney's teaching style. Contrastingly, she had found herself enthralled by Professor van Houten's classes, where the subject matter came alive with practical applications and engaging discussions.

As the crimson scrim fluttered and Professor Trelawney made her grand entrance, Lyanna's apprehension only grew. Trelawney's bug-like eyes behind enormous glasses seemed to peer into the depths of their souls. Despite her reservations, Lyanna tried to remain open-minded.

"Welcome, my children," Trelawney began in her melodramatic tone, "In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess... the Sight."

Lyanna couldn't help but roll her eyes internally at the dramatic flair of their new professor. Her attention was momentarily diverted as Hermione suddenly appeared between her and Ron, prompting a bemused remark from Ron.

When Trelawney's gaze fell upon Neville, Lyanna couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. The professor's ominous words about his grandmother's well-being hung in the air, casting a shadow over the room.

"The first term will be devoted to the reading of tea leaves," Trelawney continued, her voice carrying an air of certainty, "If all goes well, we will proceed to palmistry, fire omens, and finally... the crystal ball."

Her eyes seemed to bore into Parvati as she issued a cryptic warning, leaving the class exchanging uneasy glances. Trelawney's bright smile only added to the eerie atmosphere.

As the class prepared to dive into their studies, Trelawney's attention turned to Lyanna. "And what about you, Miss Malfoy?" she inquired, her gaze piercing. "I expected more from you, especially after hearing such praise from your other professors."

Lyanna squared her shoulders, meeting Trelawney's gaze with a respectful nod. "I appreciate your expectations, Professor," she replied evenly, "I assure you, I will do my best to meet them."

Despite her doubts about Trelawney's teaching methods, Lyanna resolved to approach the class with an open mind. 

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Inside the Divination classroom, the air was thick with anticipation as the students examined their tea leaves. Harry, sitting across from Ron now, and Lyanna, opposite Hermione, furrowed their brows in concentration as they consulted their textbooks.

Trelawney moved amongst them, her robes flowing as she encouraged her students to broaden their minds. The cloud of tea leaves mutated oddly, forming shapes that seemed to shift and change before their eyes.

As Trelawney took Lavender Brown's cup and made her predictions, Neville's nervous fumbling caused a cup to crash to the ground, shattering the silence of the room. Trelawney's casual remark prompted a mixture of laughter and apprehension from the class.

Moving on to Ron, Trelawney inquired about the symbols in Harry's cup. Ron's interpretation, though somewhat simplistic, drew a gasp from Trelawney as she peered into the cup herself.

With a mixture of pity and fear, Trelawney announced that Harry had seen the Grim in his cup. The revelation sent a shiver down Lyanna's spine as she recognized the gravity of the omen.

"The Grim..." Lyanna murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as all eyes turned to her. "Similarly to flame reading, taking the form of a giant spectral dog, it is among the darkest omens in our world. It is an omen... of death."

Harry peered into his cup, the tea leaves shifting before his eyes. The image of the Grim disappeared, replaced by a new and chilling sight. Harry and Lyanna exchanged wide-eyed glances as they saw the figure of Sirius Black emerge from the depths of the cup.

The room fell silent as the weight of Trelawney's prediction hung heavy in the air. 

As Lyanna turned to leave, Trelawney's grip on her arm tightened briefly, a desperate attempt to convey the weight of her prophecy. Lyanna's eyes widened at the unexpected touch, a spark of curiosity mingled with apprehension flickering in her gaze as she glanced back at the Divination professor.

Outside the classroom, Lyanna joined her friends, but the lingering sensation of Trelawney's touch lingered like an ominous shadow in her mind. As they chattered and laughed, Lyanna couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that gnawed at her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Trelawney stood alone in the quiet classroom, her eyes distant as she muttered the prophecy under her breath. "Fire and blood shall mark her path," she murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of awe and dread. "Destined for greatness, yet teetering on the edge of madness if betrayed and hurt. Only through the crucible of trials shall she find her true destiny."

~~~

As Trelawney sought out her colleague, Carice van Houten, she carried the weight of her prophecy like a burden upon her shoulders. Finding van Houten in her office, surrounded by the comforting scent of ancient tomes and mystical artifacts, Trelawney wasted no time in divulging her troubling vision.

"Carice, I must speak with you," Trelawney began, her voice tinged with urgency. "It concerns the girl, Lyanna Malfoy. I have seen... things. Great and terrible things."

Van Houten, her gaze shrewd and calculating, regarded Trelawney with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She knew the depths of Trelawney's abilities, but she also understood the precarious nature of their situation.

"What have you seen, Sybil?" van Houten inquired, her voice low and measured.

Trelawney hesitated for a moment, grappling with the gravity of her revelation. "I saw fire, blood, and destruction," she intoned, her words weighted with solemnity. "A destiny both great and terrible awaits her, teetering on the edge of madness if betrayed and hurt."

Van Houten's expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of concern danced in her eyes. She had long been aware of Lyanna's potential, unique gifts, formidable power, and how she could turn the tables against them all after a misstep. Yet, she also understood the danger of exposing their secrets to the prying eyes of others.

"You may have misinterpreted the signs, Sybil," van Houten replied carefully, her tone masking the truth. "In all my visions, I have only ever seen greatness in Lyanna Malfoy. She is destined for extraordinary things."

Trelawney's brow furrowed in dismay, but she knew better than to question van Houten's wisdom. Still, the weight of her prophecy lingered heavily in her heart, a silent warning of the trials to come. "I felt it, Carice. The overwhelming rush of power, the fulfillment of her journey. Yet there she was, standing in the middle of it all."

"Then, we must tread carefully," van Houten murmured as she turned back to her book, trying to signal Trelawney that she wanted to drop the subject.

Trelawney turns to leave, her voice filled with foreboding. "Lyanna Malfoy bears unimaginable power she knows not of yet."

With a shiver, Trelawney shook off the weight of her vision, but the echo of her words lingered in the air like an unspoken warning, a portent of challenges yet to come for Lyanna Malfoy.