TRUST ME ── Harry Potter

( 070, looking at uranus )

( CHAPTER SEVENTY, "It is Uranus, my dear." )

CASSIE WAS IN A GOOD MOOD WHEN they all entered Divination. She was sat with Callie, on the table next to Harry and Ron when Professor Trelawney turned to Harry.

"You are preoccupied, my dear," she said. "My inner eye sees past your brave face to the troubled soul within. And I regret to say that your worries are not baseless. I see difficult times ahead for you, alas, most difficult. I fear the thing you dread will indeed come to pass. . . and perhaps sooner than you think."

Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who looked stonily back. Professor Trelawney swept past them and seated herself in a large winged armchair before the fire, facing the class. Cassie looked over at Harry, eyebrows furrowed.

"My dears, it is time for us to consider the stars," Trelawney said. "The movements of the planets and the mysterious portents they reveal only to those who understand the steps of the celestial dance. Human destiny may be deciphered by the planetary rays, which intermingle."

Cassie couldn't take her eyes off of Harry, Trelawney's words were playing over and over in her head. What did she mean the thing he dreaded would come to pass? What did Harry dread?

Was it Sirius getting caught?

Then, she saw it.

She let out a quiet gasp as she watched You-Know-Who rise again, in front of Harry. Her face had paled.

"Harry!" Ron muttered as Callie gave Cassie's hand a squeeze.

"What?" Harry said, making Cassie snap back into reality.

Harry looked around; the whole class was staring at him. He sat up straight; he had been almost dozing off, lost in the heat and his thoughts. His eyes landed on Cassie, her eyes were slightly wide with fear and her face incredibly pale.

He knew she saw whatever he dreaded happen. He wished he could ask her, but he knew if she told him, the future would be altered badly.

"I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn," said Professor Trelawney, a faint note of resentment in her voice at the fact that he had obviously not been hanging on her words.

"Born under - what, sorry?" said Harry.

"Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!" said Professor Trelawney, sounding definitely irritated that he wasn't riveted by this news. "I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth.... Your dark hair... your mean stature... tragic losses so young in life... I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in midwinter?"

"No," said Harry, "I was born in July."

Ron hastily turned his laugh into a hacking cough. Callie, however, didn't bother hiding her laughter.

Half an hour later, each of them had been given a complicated circular chart, and was attempting to fill in the position of the planets at their moment of birth. It was dull work, requiring much consultation of timetables and calculation of angles.

Cassie and Callie had moved to sit at Ron and Harry's table, with Callie's chin resting on her palm.

"I've got two Neptunes here," said Harry after a while, frowning down at his piece of parchment, "that can't be right, can it?"

"Aaaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mystical whisper, "when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry...."

Cassie and Callie laughed loudly.

Seamus and Dean, who were working nearby, sniggered loudly too, though not loudly enough to mask the excited squeals from Lavender Brown - "Oh Professor, look! I think I've got an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?"

"It is Uranus, my dear," said Professor Trelawney, peering down at the chart.

"Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?" said Ron.

"Can I look at Uranus, too?" Callie grinned.

Most unfortunately, Professor Trelawney heard them, and it was this, perhaps, that made her give them so much homework at the end of the class.

"A detailed analysis of the way the planetary movements in the coming month will affect you, with reference to your personal chart," she snapped, sounding much more like Professor McGonagall than her usual airy-fairy self. "I want it ready to hand in next Monday, and no excuses!"

Harry glared at Ron and Callie. "Now we have to do a lot of homework." He muttered in annoyance. "Thanks a lot, guys."

A/N: kind of a shorter chapter, but i promise harry and cassie will be interacting soon.