Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 3.13

The next morning dawned just like any other at Hogwarts, with students making their way to various classes, unaware of the peculiar events that awaited them. In the Divination classroom, Lyanna, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat apart from the others, gazing into their crystal balls. The mist within gave their faces an ethereal, smoky appearance.

Professor Trelawney gestured dramatically. "Crystal-gazing requires that you clear the Inner Eye. Only then will you... see." She peered into Harry's crystal ball with a mysterious air. "Oh my, what do we have here?"

Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Here we go again. It's the Grim! It's the Grim!"

Trelawney's eyes narrowed. "My dear, from the moment you first arrived in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave."

Hermione, stung by the words, stood up abruptly, knocking her crystal ball to the floor. Harry watched curiously as the ball rolled slowly out the doorway.

"Hermione—No, don't," Lyanna called after her, but Hermione ignored her and continued out the door.

Lavender Brown, wide-eyed, turned to Trelawney. "In late spring, one of our number will leave us forever! You knew, Professor! You saw."

"On these occasions, I take no joy in my gift, Miss Brown," Trelawney sighed.

As the students exited the room, Ron turned to Neville. "She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see..."

Ron stopped, glancing at Harry, then moved off. Harry watched him go, then spotted Hermione's crystal ball lying on the landing.

"We better bring that back," Lyanna said, nudging Harry.

Harry set Hermione's crystal ball back on its stand, ready to leave, when the smoke within the crystal suddenly darkened and swirled.

Harry and Lyanna leaned close, staring into the crystal. Each of them saw different figures—Harry saw, unmistakably, Sirius Black, while Lyanna saw a clear image of Melisandre. Just then, a shadow crawled across the glossy surface of the crystal, and a hand suddenly snatched Harry's shoulder, surprising both of them.

The shock pulled them back to reality, their hearts pounding. They exchanged worried glances, knowing that whatever they had seen in the crystal was far from over.

"Professor Trelawney," Harry called out.

"He will return tonight..." Trelawney's voice was eerily hollow.

Harry stiffened, feeling a chill run down his spine. "S-sorry?"

"Tonight, when the clock strikes twelve, the servant shall break free. He and his Master shall be reunited. It cannot be prevented," Trelawney intoned, her face twisted into a savage smile before her head fell forward. When it rose again, her eyes blinked, confused.

"So sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?" she asked, her voice normal once more.

"No," Harry shook his head quickly.

"Nothing," Lyanna added, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him outside the room in a rush and hastening down the stairs.

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Lyanna hurriedly gathered her friends, her expression one of deep frustration and regret. "I've failed," she confessed, her voice tight. "I delayed it, yes. But, I couldn't stop my father from convincing Cornelius Fudge to execute Buckbeak."