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The Rules of Hogwarts	By : MistressAshley Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rule 1
- 2-Rule 2
- 3-Rule 3
- 4-Rule 4
- 5-Rule 5
- 6-Rule 6
- 7-Rule 7
- 8-Rule 8
- 9-Rule 9
- 10-Rule 10
- 11-Rule 11
- 12-Rule 12
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I make no profit from writing this story.

AN: It's been awhile, I know. I should know by now never to make a promise for another chapter, but I made that mistake while finishing up Snicker Snack. My muse up and left me to feed her cat, walk her dog, and I had to find a replacement for the fish I accidentally killed before she returned home. I think she knows it's not the right fish because she still hasn't given me the next chapter for Snicker Snack.

Rule 6: I will NOT bring a Magic 8-Ball to Divinations Class.

The Future is Disturbing

Harry snickered as he traveled the well remembered path to Divination. Ron was keeping his distance while sending his friend fearful glances every time the green eyed boy burst into laughter. It was just too funny not to laugh, Harry thought.

They climbed the ladder and entered the heavily perfumed air, but even that couldn't bring Harry's good mood down.

"I see you are all here, as I knew you would be." The misty voice came from behind a mass of shawls that moved to reveal the bug-eyed stare of Professor Trelawney.

"A-Actually Professor," glances were exchanged as they all turned to look at the empty desk in the back, though the speaker seemed unable to go on.

It didn't very much matter as Trelawney appeared not to be paying a bit of attention as she gathered up a stack of papers ad began passing them out. "The spirit world tells me there shall be a pop quiz within the next month on all you have learned within my class, and it is my wish that you shall be prepared. You may use any method to answer the questions laid out for you. Crystal balls are by the window sill, dice and stones on my desk, star charts are hung around the room should you need them, and tea leaves and cups are to your left." Neville's eyes grew wider with each method before they slipped to the left. "Deary, remember, the blue cups." Neville whimpered, sliding further down his seat.

Harry snickered once more, glancing over his list of questions. Trelawney had been very careful to give him one from the bottom of the pile. A glance at Ron's showed fairly simple question about weather, food, and classes. Will it rain over Hogwarts tomorrow? Will there be roast beef for dinner tonight? Will we learn to disapparate next year?

Harry's question were vastly different and some were fairly gruesome. Will I meet the Grim before the end of term? Will I become an Auror? If yes, will I die a horrible death on a mission? Will Hagrid be gored to death by one of his beasts? Will Headmaster Dumbledore choke on one of his famous sweets? Will I trip and break my neck on the stairs? They all carried the theme of death and dismemberment.

Harry narrowed his eyes before giving a pleased nod. A moment of digging through his bag, hidden behind the frantic students all trying to decide which method of divination to use, and Harry grasped the large black ball tightly in his hand.

The first question then. He held the ball tightly between both hands and closed his eyes in concentration. "Will I meet the Grim before the end of term?" An image of Padfoot in all his Grim like glory rose up in his mind as he shook the ball. Flipping it over after a healthy shake, he peered into the small round window as the message rose from its depths.

Yes—definitely

Harry grinned as he jotted the message down.

Again, Harry held the ball tightly and asked the next question. "Will I be an Auror?" He saw himself standing proudly in Auror robes, wand held out with a fierce look upon his face.

Without a doubt

Hmm, well that was something. Better ask the next question then. "Will I die a horrible death on a mission?" The question was tentative. He wasn't really sure he wanted to know that answer. Being an Auror was a dangerous job, just look at Moody; there was a very good chance he would die a horrible death on a mission.

Reply hazy, try again

Right, he really didn't want to know. Harry jotted down an uncertain answer before continuing to the next question. "Will Hagrid be gored to death by one of his beasts?" That question was vaguely insulting, but Trelawney was swooping nearby, and he really didn't want her drawing everyone's attention to him if he didn't ask her questions correctly.

Better not tell you now

Ouch. Well, a dark part of Harry's mind piped up, Hagrid will never give up his beasts, so it's very likely that he will be gored to death by one of them. Likely not tomorrow or even a few years from now but when he's too old to handle them safely one of them will likely get the better of him. Was it a bad thing that Harry was comforted by that voice?

"Will Headmaster Dumbledore choke on one of his sweets?" It came to mind that this question said nothing about choking to death. Dumbledore was sure to choke on one of his sweets many times, but that didn't mean it would lead to his death.

Most likely

"Will I trip and break my neck on the stairs?"

Very doubtful

On and on it went, Harry asking questions, giving the ball a good shake, and jotting down the answers—leaving off such things as try again or ask again, of course. This was so much better than racking his brain for horribly gruesome answers. It was actually kind of fun watching the rest of his classmates agonize over their tea leaves or watching Seamus's head droop lower and lower over his crystal ball before it slipped off his hand and slammed face first into the unforgiving crystal with a crack.

"Time is up, my darlings. I hope the spirits did not divulge anything too hard to bear, but those with the inner sight must learn to distance themselves from such feelings. Best to learn that now." Harry was sure her eyes sparkled with glee at the thought of others misfortune.

Their papers were collected and they waited for their dismissal as Trelawney scanned over their questions. Her hand shook as she picked up one; Harry was sure this was the one she had been searching for through the entire stack—his.

Watery eyes nearly hidden behind the thickness of her glasses landed on Harry. "My dear, such strength you have to accept the tragedies the spirits have laid before you." Her chest shook with excited breaths. "I believe, with a bit of work, you could be a great seer. Maybe even set to take over my position when the spirits call me home."

Harry's first thought was to laugh, but a vision swam up from the depths of his mind. It showed him, older with a scar running the length of his cheek and wearing old Auror robes, presiding over the Divination class. All his students eagerly shaking large black balls with an 8 clearly facing him as they happily discussed their futures with their neighbors.

It wasn't such a bad future, Harry decided with a grin as he hefted his heavy bag over his shoulder and made his way back into the hustle and bustle of the castle.

Not a bad future at all.

End

Not as crack ficcy as I would have liked, but I'm okay with that. I'm kind of excited to do the next one, though I only have a general idea of what I want.
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