Y/n Potter and the Wizarding World

The Unexpected Champion

Y/n, Sarah, Hermione, Harry and Ron walked back to Gryffindor Tower, and
Harry, who had been thinking of nothing else all through dinner, now raised the subject of the Unforgivable Curses himself.

Harry: Wouldn’t Moody and Dumbledore be in trouble with the Ministry if they knew we’d seen the curses?

Harry asked as they approached the Fat Lady.

Ron: Yeah, probably.

Said Ron.

Ron: But Dumbledore’s always done
things his way, hasn’t he, and Moody’s been getting in trouble for years, I reckon. Attacks first and asks questions later — look at his dustbins. Balderdash.

The Fat Lady swung forward to reveal the entrance hole, and they climbed into the Gryffindor common room, which was
crowded and noisy.

Harry: Shall we get our Divination stuff, then?

Said Harry.

Ron: I suppose.

Ron groaned.

Sarah: Did you see Y/n's face? It's like he saw a ghost.

Y/n, Harry and Ron went up to the dormitory to fetch their books and charts, to find Neville there alone, sitting on his bed, reading. He looked a good deal calmer than at the end of Moody’s lesson, though still not entirely normal. His eyes were rather red.

Y/n: You all right, Neville?

Y/n asked him.

Neville: Oh yes.

Said Neville.

Neville: I’m fine, thanks. Just reading this book Professor Moody lent me. . . .

He held up the book: Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean.

Neville: Apparently, Professor Sprout told Professor Moody I’m really good at Herbology.

Neville said. There was a faint note of pride in his voice that Y/n had rarely heard there before.

Neville: He thought I’d like this.

Y/n: It's definitely up your alley.

Telling Neville what Professor Sprout had said, Y/n thought, had been a very tactful way of cheering Neville up, for Neville very rarely heard that he was good at anything. It was the sort of thing Professor Lupin would have done.

Harry and Ron took their copies of Unfogging the Future back down to the common room, found a table, and set to work on their predictions for the coming month. An hour later, they had made
very little progress, though their table was littered with bits of parchment bearing sums and symbols, and Harry’s brain was as
fogged as though it had been filled with the fumes from Professor Trelawney’s fire.

Harry: I haven’t got a clue what this lot’s supposed to mean.

He said, staring down at a long list of calculations.

Ron: You know.

Said Ron, whose hair was on end because of all the times he had run his fingers through it in frustration.

Ron: I think it’s back to the old Divination standby.

Harry: What — make it up?

Ron: Yeah.

Said Ron, sweeping the jumble of scrawled notes off the table, dipping his pen into some ink, and starting to write.

Ron: Next Monday.

He said as he scribbled.

Ron: I am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter.