Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Buckbeak

So I completely forgot that I said YN's sister would show up in this year.  I've gone back and edited the last few chapters to add her in.  Enjoy!

Once we had sat down in Transfiguration, the rest of the class kept shooting glances at Harry, as though he were about to drop dead at any moment.  Professor McGonagall was telling us about Animagi, but Harry wasn't paying any attention when my godmother transformed herself in front of our eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes.  She turned back, looking a little disappointed.

McGonagall: Really, what has got into you all today?  Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class.

Everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke.

YN: Professor, we've just had our first Divination class.

McGonagall: Ah, of course.  There is no need to say any more, Mr Gojo.  Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?

Everyone stared at her, confused.

Harry: Me.

McGonagall: I see.  Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school.  None of them has died yet.  Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class.  If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues...

Professor McGonagall broke off, and we saw that her nostrils had gone white.  She went on, more calmly.

McGonagall: Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic.  I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it.  True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney...

I was fighting back laughter at this point.  Even Ava was giggling.

McGonagall: You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today.  I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.

Even Hermione laughed at that.  Harry looked to be in a better mood.  It was harder to feel scared of a lump of tea leaves away from the dim red light and befuddling perfume of Professor Trelawney's classroom.  Not everyone was convinced, however.  Ron still looked worried.

Lavender: But what about Neville's cup?

YN: As I said in class, it was Neville.  I could've guessed that cup would end up in pieces.

When the Transfiguration class had finished, we joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch.

Ava: Come on Ron, cheer up.  You heard what Professor McGonagall said.

Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn't start.

Ron: Harry, you haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?

Harry: Yeah, I have.  I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'.

Ron let his fork fall with a clatter.  I stared at Harry in disbelief.

YN: And you waited until now to tell us that?

Harry: I didn't think it mattered.  It was probably a stray.

YN: Harry... tea leaves are one thing.  But to actually see a Grim in person, that's bad.

Ron: M-my uncle Bilius saw one and... and he died twenty four hours later!

Hermione: Coincidence.

Ron: You don't get it!  Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!