The Twin Who Loved (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Chapter 23 - Prisoner of Azkaban

        Our first class of the day was Divination. The five of us were lucky to have it together, but when we first arrived, I didn't see Hermione. Deciding not to worry, I paid attention to Professor Trewlawney from my seat across from Eric,

"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together we shall cast ourselves into the future! This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves. So please, take the cup of the person sitting opposite you. What do you see? The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read. But first, you must broaden your minds. First, you must look beyond."

"What a load of rubbish," I suddenly heard Hermione say and turned to see her sitting at the table beside ours with Harry and Ron.

"Where did you come from?" Ron asked, confused.

"Me? I've been here all this time."

I furrowed my brows in confusion until Professor Trelawney brought my attention to her and Neville as she asked,

"You, boy... Is your grandmother quite well?"

"I think so," Neville nervously replied as Trelawney reached for his teacup,

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. Give me the cup. Pity." The professor turned back to the rest of us as she walked over to Ron and Eric, "Broaden your minds. Your auras are pulsing, dears. Are you in the beyond? I think you are."

Ron and Eric shared a look before nodding,

"Sure."

"Look at the cups. Tell me what you see."

Ron went first,

"Oh, yeah. Um... Well, Harry's got sort of a wonky cross. That's trials and suffering."

"Ella, too," Eric joined, "And, um, that there could be the sun, and that's happiness."

"Harry's got that, too. So... you're both going to suffer..."

"But you're going to be... happy about it?"

Professor Trelawney spoke,

"Give me the cups."

As soon as the cups were in her hands, one look made the woman shout and toss them both onto the table. "Oh, my dear children. My dears... you have the Grim."

One of the other students across the classroom asked,

"The Grin? What's the Grin?"

While I looked at the image in my teacup, another classmate corrected him as he read from the Divination book,

"Not the Grin, you idiot. The Grim. 'Taking form of a giant spectral dog. It's among the darkest omens in our world. It's an omen... of death.'"

After the rest of our awkward Divination class, Ron, Hermione, Eric, Harry and I all made our way down to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures. As we made our way down the steps, Ron asked,

"You don't think that Grim thing's got anything to do with Sirius Black?"

Hermione shook her head,

"Oh, honestly, Ron. If you ask me, Divination's a woolly discipline. Now, Ancient Runes, that's a fascinating subject."

"Ancient Runes?" Eric's tone was filled with confusion, "Exactly how many classes are you taking?"