Harry Potter: Heir of the Dark Lord

Part 37-Divination Class

(Noctis pov)
When the four of us entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing we saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy made a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.
Hermione:" Ignore him. Just ignore him, it's not worth it. . . "
Pansy:" Hey, Potter! Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"
Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley.
George:" New third-year course schedules, what's up with you, Harry?"
Ron:" Malfoy," he said sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.
George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.

George:" That little git, he wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
Fred:" Nearly wet himself," he said contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
George:" I wasn't too happy myself, they're horrible things, those Dementors. . . "
Fred:" Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?"
Harry:" You didn't pass out, though, did you?" he said in a low voice.
George:" Forget it, Harry, Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking. . . They suck the happiness out of a place, Dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."

Noctis:" It's a lot worse than you guys think, the Dementors will suck your soul from your body once their claws are on you."
Harry:" They kill?!!" he yelled out causing most people in the great hall to look at us.
Noctis:" Worse, than that, from what I know about the people who were given the Dementor's kiss, they have no sense of self, memory, or anything. There's no chance of recovery, you'll just exist, but as an empty shell without a soul. That is why most people are afraid of going to Azkaban or being anywhere near Dementors."

Those who heard the conversation were pale as a ghost, with fear and terror on their faces.
Fred:".... Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
While that was going on, Hermione looked at her new schedule.
Hermione:" Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily.
Ron:" Hermione, they've messed up your timetable. Look -- they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
Hermione:" I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
But look," said Ron, laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And --" Ron leaned closer to the timetable, disbelieving, "look -- underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"

Hermione:" Don't be silly, of course, I won't be in three classes at once," she said softly.
"Well then --"

  "Pass the marmalade," said Hermione.

  "But --"

Hermione:" Oh, Ron, what's it to you if my timetable's a bit full? I told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall. "
Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absent-mindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand.
Hagrid:" All righ'?" he said eagerly, pausing on his way to the staff table. "Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five getting' everthin' ready. . . hope it's OK. . . me, a teacher. . . hones'ly. . . "
He grinned broadly at us and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat
Ron:" Wonder what he's been getting ready?" he said with a note of anxiety in his voice.
The Hall was starting to empty as people headed off towards their first lesson. Ron checked his schedule.

Ron:" We'd better go, look, Divination's at the top of North Tower. It'll take us ten minutes to get there. . . "
We finished breakfast hastily, said goodbye to Fred and George and walked back through the hall. As we passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Harry into the Entrance Hall.
The journey through the castle to the North Tower was a long one. Two years at Hogwarts hadn't taught them everything about the castle, and we had never been inside the North Tower before.
Ron:" There's -- got -- to -- be -- a -- short -- cut," he panted as we climbed the seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
Hermione:" I think it's this way," she said peering down the empty passage to the right.
Ron:" Can't be, that's south. Look, you can see a bit of the lake outside the window. . . "