Phoenix Feather [Harry Potter]

f i v e [Cassidy Faye]

I quickly walk out of the Great Hall, trying to avoid everybody's eyes on me. I don't get it.

Tears fall down my face as I walk. I calm down once I'm in the hallway. I need to breathe.

I'm okay. I'm okay. Nothing is wrong.

Actually something is wrong. Harry and I. We bicker like children.

I'll focus on my next class.

Might as well start making my way to Divination.

I checked my course schedule.

"Top of the North Tower.. Bloody h*'ll. I better hurry.." I mutter as I walk.

After about ten minutes, I finally make it to Divination.

The classroom looked like a tea shop. Very old fashioned. It had multiple circular tables, with little armchairs and little poufs.The curtains made the room dark, but the fireplace lit it up. A kettle was being heated on the fireplace.

Nobody was in there at the moment, so I waited for Hermione.

"Hello Hermione! Sit with me?" I say as my bushy haired friend walks in.

"Of course." Hermione answers, and we each sit down on a pouf. "So, I think I know Harry is upset."

"Why?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"He's jealous. He likes you, and Draco likes you too." Hermione says to me in a whisper.

"Oh, bloody h*'ll Hermione! We just met. He doesn't like me, and I don't like him! I never will! He's a git, from what I can tell." I sat loudly. Hermione looks at the door.

Harry is standing there, his knuckles turning white.

"The feeling's mutual." he snapped, and sat down. I turned away from him.

I reached into my bag, grabbing my book and slamming into the table.

The class starts to file in, and there is still no sight of the Divination teacher. I look over at Harry, to see him staring at me.

I look away again. I don't understand why I'm so upset. It was just an argument, right?

Suddenly, a tall, skinny women walks in. She has huge eyes, due to her huge glasses. There were beads and chains having from her neck, and her arms had braceletes and rings.

"Sit, my children, sit." she said. Everybody sat down.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye."

Nobody spoke.

"So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can only take you so far in this field...."

I gasped, and Hermione looked startled. But books always can teach you, right?

Ron looked at us and grinned, while Harry looked down at his desk.

"Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Professor Trelawney went on.

"It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville. "Is your grandmother well?"

"I think so," said Neville tremulously.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear." she said.

The rest of the lesson went on, when Professor Trelawney said we would interpret the patterns of our tea dregs.

Hermione and I were trying to interpret ours, when the Professor approached Harry.

"The falcon...my dear, you have a deadly enemy." she said.

"But everyone knows that," Hermione whispered loudly. Everybody turned to her.

"Well, they do." said Hermione. "Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

"The club...an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup...."

"The skull....danger in your path, my dear..." she whispered.

She suddenly screamed.

"My dear boy...my poor, dear boy ...no... it is kinder not to say...no...don't ask me...."

"What is it, Professor?" said Dean Thomas.

"My dear," she started. "You have the Grim."

"The what?" Harry asked.

"The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" she cried. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts the churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen- the worst omen- of death!"

Hermione and I got up, and walked towards them.

"I don't think it looks a Grim," I say flatly. Hermione nods.

"You'll forgive me for saying so, my dears, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future."

"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die or not!" Harry snapped.

"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," she whispered meekly. "Yes, please pack away your things..."

I left the classroom quickly, trying to avoid Harry.

But of course, that won't work.

"Cassidy! Wait up!" I hear Harry say behind me.

I stop, and turn to him.

"What?" I say. "I have to get to class. Or else my teachers will think I'm a git, too."

"I-I'm sorry. I dunno why I was upset." He trails off. I roll my eyes.

"I'm not sure if you noticed, but apologies don't have too much affect on me."

Even though I can't help but forgive him, I egg him on.

Suddenly, he grins maniacally, " If you don't accept, I'll get down on my knees and ask for forgiveness."

I gasp, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, but I would."

Harry gets down on one knee, grabs my hand, and exclaims,"Cassidy Faye, I am very sorry for what I've done. If anything, I am the git."

"Yeah, yeah. Now c'mon you git. We've got to get to class."