𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

nine || Year 3 ✔️

Hagrid wears a gigantic hairy brown suit and perhaps the world's most hideous yellow and orange tie, he stands knee deep in the shallows of the Black Lake, skimming rocks as big as flagstones across the waters shiny gloss. As he turns, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Amelia catches a brief sight of his eyes, red with tears, then he looks away.

"How'd it go, Hagrid?" asked Hermione, worriedly.

"Buckbeak liked London." replies Hagrid, as he sniffled.

"She meant the hearing." repeated Amelia.

"Oh. That. Well," He explains. "I got up an' said my bit—You know, how Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff an' as long as yeh treated 'im with respect, he'd treat you the same. Then Lucius Malfoy got up an' said his bit—you know, how Buckbeak was deadly dangerous beast that no teacher in their righ' mind would expose their students to..."

"And?" Hermione dreads. Hagrid slings another rock into water. "You mustn't blame yourself, Hagrid."

"Draco. It's him the Committee should punish. It's him they should send off to the forest, not Buckbeak." sneered Ron.

"Buckbeak's not going back to the forest..." said Hagrid.

"Where's he going, Hagrid?" asked Amelia.

"Buckbeak's bin sentenced ter death." replied Hagrid, as he toss the rock in the water aggressively.

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Divination class! Amelia's favourite class of all time. Note the sarcasm. She sat next to Dean and Seamus, looking at a crystal ball murky with smoke.                                                              

"Relax...Let your mind go..." said the eerie voice of Professor Trelaway. "Crystal-gazing requires that you clear your Inner Eye. Only then, will you...See. Oh my, what do we have here...?"

As Trelawney eyes Harry's crystal, Hermione rolls her eyes. "Here we go again. It's the Grim! It's the Grim!"

Amelia sits up from confusion, 'Was THE goody-Hermione-that-never-breaks-the-rules-or-talk-back-to-a-teacher is making mean and horrible comments in front of a teacher?!?!? Has everyone already lost their mind? Now what? Ron's rat is a person?' Amelia thought.

Trelaway's eyes narrow and takes Hemrione hand. "My dear, from the moment you arrived in my class, I sensed that you did not posses the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shrivelled as an old maid's, your souls as dry as the pages of the books to which you so despite cleave."

Stung, Hermione starts to reply, but didn't utter a single syllable. Instead, she rises gracelessly, walking away, knocking her crystal ball to the floor. It rolls slowly out of the doorway.

"'In late spring, one of our number will live us forever!' You knew, Professor. You saw." stated Amelia, breaking the tension, Harry lifts a brow at the girl who shrugged.                  

"On these occasions, I take no joy in my gift, Miss Dale." blinked Trelaway.

Later, students exit, Ron who's walking separately from Harry and Amelia, turns to Neville. "She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see..."

Ron earns a whack from Amelia. "Your the mental one, not her." Ron stops, then glances at Harry and Amelia, then he mutters curses under his breath and continues To walk.                               

Amelia shakes her head, but Harry pulls her robes. "You need to stop pulling my robes." said Amelia with a huff.

Harry and her watches Ron walk away, along with the others. Harry points at Hermione's crystal ball lying in the floor.

"What do you want me to do with that? Knock it on your head?" asked Amelia, sarcastically.

Harry gives her a look, but ignores her comment. "Come with me, we'll return this to Professor." He picks the ball up.

Before Amelia could answer, Harry was already walking up the stairs. "What? Harry! You see how many stairs we have to walk up again? My legs are aching."

"Oh, shut it, Amelia." Harry rolls his eyes. Amelia huffs, and follows the boy anyway.

Amelia and Harry enter the empty classroom once again, Harry places the crystal back in its stand, and they turn to go, when the smoke within the crystal suddenly darkens.

Amelia was the first to notice, she nudges Harry and he followed her gaze. They lean closer to the crystal, and Amelia watches the shape that appears.

It's unmistakable: Sirius Black. 

Just then, a shadow crawls the glossy surface of the crystal and hands snatched Harry and Amelia's shoulder. They wheel around and finds their professor.

"Professor Trelaway—" Amelia was cut of by her dark and eerie voice.

"He will return tonight..."

The two friends' body stiffens, they share a look.

"S-Sorry?" stuttered Harry, but fell on deaf ears.

"Tonight, when the clock strikes twelve, the servant shall break free." continued Trelaway. "He and his Master shall be reunited once more...!" Then her head falls forward, when it rises, she blinks and eyes the hands that lies upon the two frightened students.

"So sorry, dear children. Did you say something?" asked Professor, sweetly, as if she wasn't just creepy. 

Harry and Amelia shakes their head. "No. Professor, we didn't even utter a single word! Did you say something Harry? Because I'm sure you didn't." said Amelia.

"Yeah, we didn't say anything..." said Harry. The two hurry off the classroom.

"Bloody hell was that?!" asked Amelia, looking pale as Draco's hair.

"No idea."