Lionheart ~ Harry Potter (Under Heavy Editing)

Chapter Six | Divination...

"The first term will be devoted to the reading of tea leaves. If all goes well, we will proceed to palmistry, fire omens, and finally... the crystal ball," Trelawney continued, as if she hadn't just terrified one of her students about his grandmother's health. "Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And in late spring, one of our number will... leave us forever."

The quartet shared uneasy glances, wondering who was going to be 'leaving them forever' and why. With Sirius Black on the loose, Ariana's mind couldn't help but think of Harry. She scolded herself for thinking like that, but it didn't stop her from making that guess; it was as logical assumption to make, no matter how atrocious the thought was.

"Well then. Shall we?" Trelawney smiled, seemingly oblivious to the amount concern her students were feeling.

Each student was handed out a tea-filled teacup. Once they had swirled the tea and emptied the liquid, all that was left were the loose tea leaves at the bottom. They had been instructed to swap their cups with the person beside them, so Ariana swapped with Hermione and Ron gave his to Harry. Ariana grumbled as she consulted her textbook Unfogging the Future - even the title made the witch skeptical - trying to figure out which symbols were present in Hermione's cup. She peered at the leaves, attempting to match any of the shapes to the ones in the book until a loud gasp made her look up. It was Professor Trelawney being over dramatic. She assumed such things would happen often in here.

"Your aura is pulsing, dear," she told Ron, who still recovering from the shock of her dramatic gasp. "What do you see in Mr. Potter's cup, Mr. Weasley?"

"Well," Ron began, staring at the cup in his hands. "He's got a wonky sort of cross - that's trials and suffering. But this lot here could be the sun - that's great happiness. So... You're going to
suffer but be happy about it."

Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it counter clockwise. "The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy."

"But everyone knows that," said Hermione in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her.

Ariana, Harry and Ron all stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before.

"Hermione's correct - it's common knowledge," Ariana added, receiving a smile of gratitude from her friend. While Hermione never spoke up to a teacher, Ariana had no problem with it, providing it was warranted.

Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to Harry's cup again and continued to turn it. "The club... an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup..."

"I thought that was a bowler hat," said Ron sheepishly.

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

Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped, and then screamed; Ariana sighed in exasperation. There was another tinkle of breaking china; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.

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

"What is it, Professor?" Ariana enquired with a hint of boredom in her voice, sharing a sceptical look with Hermione.

Everyone had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around Ariana, Harry, Hermione and Ron's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a good look at Harry's cup.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, "you have the Grim."

"The what?" Harry asked.

Ariana raised an eyebrow; she didn't know what 'The Grim' was, and she didn't put as much importance on the term as her professor. She could tell that they weren't the only ones who didn't understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at her and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.

"The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry hadn't understood. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen - the worst omen - of death!"

Ariana eyed Harry, who was staring into his cup with worry dancing around her light blue irises. She never wanted to see any of her friends in danger, especially if she couldn't do anything about it. The rest of the class had been quite quiet, with the exception of their Professor, who made quite random exclamations as she waltzed around the room, bright robes flowing behind her as she walked.

The white-haired witch's teacup had produced a similar reaction to Harry's: Trelawney had dropped it as soon as she knew what was inside it, screaming. Ariana had trials & suffering, danger and an imminent, quite possibly fatal, attack in her future. The news of this wasn't shocking to her, since she was attacked every day at home by her adoptive parents. Ron and Hermione were incredibly concerned for their two friends, Ariana could see it in their eyes.

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Question:
Which wand is one of the three famed Deathly Hallows?

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