The war was over, Gaea was back in the dust, and Percy could finally get some well needed rest. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life in peace, living in the Roman town with Annabeth, occasionally visiting the rest of his friends. It was go...
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"That was weird, I can't be the only one who thinks so right?" The D.A.D.A room filled as Gryffindors and Ravenclaws came pouring in for Umbridge's lesson. I sat between Ron and Hermione, thinking about what had just happened.
"Trelwaneys a fraud Harry, we all know it. Honestly, I don't even know why you're even still thinking about it. She made it up so she could prove to Umbridge that she was an actual seer and obviously it didn't work. Just forget about it."
"I don't know 'Mione," Ron dug through his bag looking for his wand, "Trelawney is an old fraud but Harry's right, something doesn't seem right."
Hermione crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat with an annoyed huff. "Fine, if you care so much then talk about it. Enlighten us Harry with your thought process."
Hermione was right, I didn't know why I was making a deal out of it. After all, Trelwaney foresaw my death every week, it's not like she was reliable. But still, something bothered me. This time it felt different, almost as if her words carried a weight that they previously hadn't. "She was talking to Percy, and she called him the half-blood of the eldest gods as well as the son of the sea, the storms, and the tides. Do you think it has something to do with Voldemort? After all, Percy and him are related."
Hermione flinched. "That's a stretch. Even if Trelawney wasn't faking it, which she 100% was, but just for the sake of argument let's say it was a prophecy, what does You-Know-Who have to do with the sea?"
"Percy said he doesn't know his father, maybe he's a fisherman or something?" Ron butted in and Hermione smacked the back of his head with the palm of her hand. "Ow what? I'm serious. Or maybe he was, y'know, conceived on a beach."
Both me and Hermione ignored him this time. "But 'Mione, it has to be about him. The boy with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord must meet his demise. She literally mentioned him! It has to be real, how could she know that Percy and Voldemort are connected?"
"Shhhhh!" Hermione covered my mouth as Umbridge walked into the room.
"Wands away," she instructed with a smile, and those people who had been hopeful enough to take them out sadly returned them to their bags.
"As we finished chapter one last lesson, I would like you all to turn to page nineteen today and commence chapter two, 'Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation.' There will be no need to talk."
I didn't even need to hear the groans of disappointment to know how the rest of the class was feeling. D.A.D.A. was supposed to be about learning spells that would... defend you against the dark arts. It was literally in the name. Instead all we did was read and read some more. In a year, D.A.D.A. went from being my favorite class to something I dreaded.
As I started reading the first paragraph, I noticed Hermione waving her hand frantically next to me. Umbridge had noticed too but what was strange was that instead of simply calling on her, she stood up and walked over to where we were sitting, bending down until her and Hermione were nearly touching noses.
