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 | Harry Potter and the Seer's Pond (9) |
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 4.5 with 8 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-08-10 23:32:05 |
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A/N: Sorry guys, I've been lazy and busy, plus I have a case of writer's block. With school starting soon it'll take me longer to get parts out. I haven't felt like writing this lately, so I haven't been releasing any of the parts, but decided to give you part 9. This part may be slightly confusing, it was originally part 10 but then I deleted part 9 and made this part 9, so I had to make some changes. It might be kind of weird, but anyway, enjoy.
Part 9
“Right, no hard feelings,” I murmured hurriedly in response, and then I turned and hastily left the corridor.
The following morning, at breakfast, out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry, Hermione, and Ron whispering to each other at the Gryffindor table and glancing at me every once and a while. So, they were talking about me.
I was in a dark mood all through classes that day. Perhaps it had something to do with the depressing, rainy weather raging outside of the castle.
As I was walking down to the dungeons to go to the Slytherin common room through an empty corridor, I heard whispers from a corridor I was passing. Halting, I listened. Definitely voices. Quietly, I leaned against the wall next to the corridor and proceeded to listen.
“He told you he had a dream?” It was Hermione Granger.
“Yes.” That was Harry Potter.
“A dream? He’s a bloody liar, then.” Ron Weasley.
“Maybe not. Harry, remember how you had that dream about Voldemort in the Riddle House with Wormtail and Barty Crouch’s son?” Hermione whispered.
“Yeah, Hermione, but that was something with Voldemort. Maybe it had something to do with Voldemort on that night, Dumbledore thinks that it was something like that. Unless he has some sort of thing with Voldemort like me, that couldn’t be possible,” Harry replied.
“I told you, he’s a liar,” Ron insisted.
“Maybe it was something like with Professor Trelawney, some Divination thing?” Hermione suggested.
“Maybe, but there’s no way to tell for sure. I think he might be trying to get to me for Voldemort or something,” Harry said.
I had heard enough of it. Quickly and silently I passed the corridor and headed down to the dungeons. Going up to the small silver window, I muttered the password. After it had transformed into a door, I stepped through it into the Slytherin common room.
Harry thought I was working for Voldemort? Why? I kept thinking about this even until the last class of the following day, Divination. As I entered the classroom, I was glad that it was Hufflepuffs with us in the class and not Gryffindors. I listened to Professor Trelawney as she started the lesson.
“Now, in your third year you learned about tea leaves and how they can display the future of yourself. Today, I ask you to look forth to what comes ahead! To cast your minds into the next months of your lives, to think of what is to come quite soon! As you know, green tea is a much-loved beverage. But, with the right amount of black ink put in and a good few minutes of stirring, it can be a way into the next part of your life! A doorway to what lies ahead in fate’s eye, waiting to be cast out in a tear and drop into your life!
“You will find that one with the right talent can sometimes see, or rather hear, messages within the black ink! Hear the voices of their future, of their fate, calling to them a message of great importance!
“Take the black ink and put all of it, every last drop, into the tea, then stir with your teaspoon for a few minutes. Once it has settled, look inside, and open yourself, open every sense, to what is to come!”
After Professor Trelawney had finished with the instructions and senseless chatter, we all started putting the black ink into the green tea. After I had put in all of my black ink, I used the teaspoon to stir the tea and ink for about two minutes. Then I set aside the teaspoon and peered inside the cup at the inky tea.
Staring at the lines of ink, I couldn’t quite see anything, but I could hear a voice inside of my head, whispering words to me, and pictures flashed in my mind. A blood-stained book. The Dark Mark. A flash of light, someone yelling the Imperius curse…
It was overwhelming and utterly terrifying. Pulling my eyes away from the cup, I looked up into the face of Professor Trelawney, who had come up. “You look frightened, dear boy. Did you see something?”
“No,” I made haste to lie, setting the cup back down on the table.
“Are you quite sure?” she replied, staring at me like I was disappointing her.
After I nodded, she gave a tiny sigh and a shrug and walked off. I heard her muttering, “Maybe they all put too much ink in or didn’t stir it enough.”
When class was over, I was happy to leave. As I descended the stairs, I heard shouting from down below.
(To be continued...) |
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