Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Hogwarts on Krack ❯ The Insanity Begins ( Chapter 1 )

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Amane: This is Hogwarts on Krack!
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Amane: But Hydra, Lunar, Shadow, Mahogany, Tsuki no Kage, and Serpent are mine.
Punky: And Skye is mine.... I don’t own much... T.T
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“Hey! Harry, did I tell you that my cousin from America is coming to Hogwarts!?” Ron asked Harry excitedly. “Yes, Ron, that was the 5th time I think.” Harry replied. “I just can’t wait to see her again I haven’t seen her sense...” “You were five! We know!” Harry and Hermione said in unison. Harry continued to stare out the window.

After all the first years had been sorted Dumbledore stood up and everyone halted their conversations, “I’m very pleased to announce that we have five third year transfer students from America.” The doors opened and five girls came to the front of the hall.
“Black, Shadow.” Prof. McGonagall called.
No sooner had the name Black escaped her lips, the hall erupted into murmurs. A girl with hair so black it had a blue shine to it that came down to her lower back walked up and sat on the stool. The hat immediately yelled, “Gryffindor!!”” Every one in the hall except the four other girls looked surprised.
Shadow smiled as she handed the hat to McGonagall and skipped over to the table and sat next to Harry, “Hello!”
“Um... Hi...” Harry replied awkwardly.
“Lupin, Lunar.”
This time Professor Lupin looked totally shocked.
“Gryffindor!!”
Lunar handed the hat to McGonagall and ran over to the table, her light brown hair swung side to side in a short pony tail, and sat next to Shadow, “Good thing we’re in the same house.” “Why’s that?” Shadow asked. “Some one has to keep an eye on you.” Shadow pouted.
“This can’t be possible...”
Everyone looked at McGonagall in curiosity. “Good God, Just say it already...” Shadow murmured.
“Potter, Hydra.”
Every one just shut up when they heard the name Potter.
“Was that a typo?” Harry whispered. Lunar smacked her forehead.
The hat seemed to debate what house to put her in for hours before it shouted...
“Gryffindor!!””
Hydra handed the hat to McGonagall and walked over to the table and sat across from Harry where she whipped out a pair of scissors and cut off her black pony tail. She tried to brush it straight as McGonagall called out...
“Snape, Mahogany.”
Some one “trying” to whisper said, “I didn’t know the old git had a daughter.” Everyone laughed at the moron.
“Slytherin!”
“Well... Isn’t that a surprise.” Hydra said, giving up trying to straighten her hair.
Mahogany walked over to the Slytherin table, arms crossed after handing back the hat.
“Wheasley, Skye.”
“That’s her! That’s the cousin I told you about!” Ron said. “Sh.” Lunar silenced him.
“Gryffindor!!”
McGonagall took the had and Skye sat next to Ron. “Hey cuz!” “Hey!” They hugged each other and then Skye taped Hydra between her eyes with her wand. “Oh, what did you do that for?” she asked as she reached in her pocket. “I don’t know, I thought it would be fun.” Skye answered. Hydra pulled a pair of glasses out of her pocket.
“Hydra?” she looked up at Harry, “Hm?”
“Am I... Related to you in some way?”
“Of course, I’m your sister.” Harry’s heart skipped a beat.
“You did know you had a sister, didn’t you?”
“No...”
“But, you do have a book with pictures of our family don’t you?”
“Yes, but you weren’t... hang on, how did you know about it??”
“Mom Owled pictures to all of Lilly and James’ friends.” Shadow said.
Lunar added, “She sent two copies of each to some one to give to you because she know the Durslys wouldn’t give it to you.”
“Gits...” Skye muttered.
Hydra handed a picture of two identical babies, the only difference was that one had a sky blue bow in their hair.
“So, this is us?” Harry asked. “Yup.” Hydra said perkily (yes that is a word...I know so because the spell checker didn’t say it wasn’t) Harry looked back at the picture. In the picture Hydra was glomping Harry.

“Why would they keep this from me?” Harry asked as they walked towards the Griffindor common room. “Ask one of the people who got pictures.” Mahogany said as she stepped in front of them. “What are you doing here, Slytherin?” Ron asked. Skye smacked him on the back of the head, “She’s our friend!” “Sorry.” Ron said not sounding like he meant it. Mahogany glared at him, “*****,” With that said she walked away, passing between Fred and George as she did so.
Fred did a fox whistle as she passed, “Who was that?” George asked. “She’s a Slytherin!” Ron told them. “Damn.” they muttered in unison. Skye glomped them. “Oh, hey cuz! George said, “long time no see.” Fred added.
“Sorry we missed you.”
“We were taking care of some business”
“Ooh! Who are you pranking?” she asked. They shrugged and said, “Who ever finds it first.”
“Hem! What did that girl call me?” Ron asked. “Don’t know she’s the only one who speaks Greek.” Shadow said. They continued to the common room.
When the Fat Lady’s Portrait swung out of the way a huge four legged creature jumped on Lunar and Shadow, Hermione screamed and hid behind Ron.
“Tsuki no Kage!! Oriru! Oriru!” Both girls shouted. The creature got off of them and Harry noticed that it was a beautiful grey wolf with a white wind pattern and sapphire blue eyes. (I’m putting a pic of her up soon)
“I take it she’s yours.” Harry Stated.
“Yeah. Her name is Tsuki no Kage.” Lunar said. “She’s beautiful.” Hermione said scratching the wolf behind the ears. Hydra ran into the girls dorm and came back with a red book. She sat on the couch next to Harry and opened the book to a page with a picture of six adults and four babies. Harry recognized his parents and Professor Lupin. Hydra started to name each person pointing to each, “That’s Mom, holding me, Dad, holding you, Remus Lupin, he is holding his daughter, Lunar Lupin, Peter Petigrew, LunarShadow...” “Our mom.” Lunar and Shadow interrupted. “Yes, Well... and that is Shadow Black being held by her dad, Sirius Black.” She finished.
“So, my, I mean, our parents knew Sirius Black?” Harry Stated more than asked. “Yup.” Hydra said.......
“Wait,” Harry said suddenly, “You said that LunarShadow was Lunar and Shadows mom, but they have different dads. How is that possible, they are the same age.”
“You forget...” Shadow said. “This is the wizarding world...” Lunar added. “Things work differently here.” They finished together.
Before Harry could ask another question they heard a high pitched trill above them. “Ryu!” Hydra exclaimed. The miniature sky blue dragon landed on Hydra’s shoulder and dropped a letter in her lap, “Oh, it’s for you, Skye.” Hydra said, handing her the letter. Skye read the letter then burst out laughing.
Every one stared at her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! They wrote “Pud!” and then “ding!” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.!!!!” She fell to the floor laughing then suddenly stopped, “No, realy, it was just a letter from my mom.” “Ooooook...” Harry said then leaned over to Shadow and asked, “Has she always been this insane?”
“YUP!” she answered.
“So... Lunar, how is your Okamiotoko doing?” Hydra asked.
“It’s fine.” she answered.
“Mine is fine too! Thanks for asking!” Skye said sarcastically.
“Sorry.” Hydra apologized. “What is... Whatever that word was you just used?” Ron asked. “Ah... Can’t tell ya, sorry.” Hydra said.

When they all entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.
“Ignore him,” said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. “Yeah, just ignore him, it’s not worth it...” Lunar added.
“Hey, Potter!” Shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. Harry and Hydra looked at her. “Which one?” they both asked. “Damn, I forgot there are two of you now....” she muttered thinking no one could hear her. “Both of you! The dementors are coming! Woooooooooo!”
Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley.
“New third-year course schedules,” said George, passing them over. “What’s up with you, Harry?”
“Malfoy,” Ron and Skye said in unison, sitting down on George’s other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.
George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.
“That little git,” he said calmly. “He wasn’t so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn’t he, Fred?”
“Nearly wet himself,” said Fred with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
“I wasn’t too happy myself,” said George. “They’re horrible things, those dementors...”
“Sort of freeze your insides, don’t they?” said Fred.
“You didn’t pass out, though, did you?” said Harry in a low voice.
“Forget it, Harry,” said George bracingly. “Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he’d ever been, he came back all weak and shaking... They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there.”
“Any way, we’ll see how happy Malfoy looks after out first Quidditch match,” said Fred. “Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the...” he stopped as Shadow suddenly stood up and made her way towards Malfoy.
“Malfoy! You right fowl git!!” she shouted, and with a flick of her wand he was hanging in the air by his ankle. “Hey! That’s my job.” said Mahogany. Shadow dropped him on the table. Luckily no teachers were around at the moment.
Herminone was examining her new schedule, ignoring the others stupidity completely.
“Ooh, good, we’re starting some new subjects today,” she said happily.
“Hermione,” Said Lunar, frowning as she looked over her shoulder, “your schedule is all funky...”
“Yeah,” Shadow added as she came back to the table, “They’ve got you down for about ten subjects a day.”
“There isn’t enough time for that many classes!” Ron exclaimed.
“I’ll manage. I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”
“But look,” said Shadow, laughing, “see this morning? Nine o’clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o’clock, Muggle Studies.... Why do you even need Muggle Studies to start with you’re a muggle born. Any way,” she leaned closer to the schedule, disbelieving, “Look, underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o’clock.. I mean, I know you’re good, Hermione, but no one except me, Lunar, Hydra, Skye, and Mahogany could pull that off.... I can’t tell you how though it’s a secret... How’re you supposed to be in three classes at once?”
“Don’t be silly,” said Hermione shortly. “Of course I won’t be in three classes at once.”
“Well, then...” Ron started.
“Pass the marmalade,” said Hermione.
“But...”
“Oh, Ron, what’s it to you if my schedule’s a bit full?” Hermione snapped. “I told you, I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”
Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absentmindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand.
“All righ’?” he said eagerly, pausing on the way to the staff table. “Yer in my firs’ ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five gettin’ everythin’ ready... Hope it’s okay... Me, a teacher... hones’ly...”

He grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the pole cat.
“Wonder what he’s been getting ready?” Said Ron, a note of anxiety in his voice.
“I don’t know...” said Hydra, “but I can’t wait!”
The hall was starting to empty as people headed off toward their first lesson. Ron checked his course schedule.
“We’d better go, look, Divination’s at the top of North Tower. It’ll take us ten minutes to get there...”
They looked at Skye as she stuffed her face, “Good lord, how can she eat that much and stay so thin...?” Hermione commented. “Her stomach is a black hole...” Shadow said. Everyone suddenly lost their appetite as they watched Skye eat so they decided to head on to Divination. As they passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Harry to the door where Shadow suddenly stopped, turned around and hexed Malfoy’s hair red. This made Harry feel better.
The journey through the castle to North Tower was a long one, but was made shorter by the four girls antics. Mostly consisting of them swinging on statues and pointing things out to each other saying, “Dude look at that!”
“There’s ... got... to... be... a... shortcut,” Ron panted as they climbed their seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
“I think it’s this way,” said Hermione, peering down the empty passage to the right.
“Can’t be,” said Ron. “That’s south, look, you can see a bit of the lake out the window...”
Harry and Hydra were watching the painting. A fat, dapple-gray pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. Harry was used to the subjects of Hogwarts paintings moving around and leaving their frames to visit one another, but he always enjoyed watching it. A moment later, a short, squat knight in a suit of armor clanked into the picture after his pony. By the look of the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off.
“Aha!” he yelled, seeing the group. “What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!” Shadow started to draw a picture of the pony. Lunar hit her on the back of her head, “Not that kind of draw you moron!”
The others watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it violently, hopping up and down in rage. But the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and he landed face down in the grass.
“Are you all right?” said Harry, moving closer to the picture.
“Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!”
The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldn’t get it out again. Finally, he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face.
“Listen,” said Harry, taking advantage of the knight’s exhaustion, “we’re looking for the North Tower. You don’t know the way, do you?”
“A quest!” The knight’s rage seemed to vanish instantly. He clanked to his feet and shouted, “come follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge!”
He gave the sword another fruitless tug, “Would you like some help getting that out?” asked Hydra. “That would be nice fair lady, but how would you do so?”
“I’ll get a friend of mine to help but you have to promise not to try to slay her,” the knight nodded, “ok now hold on to your horse.” The knight did so as she pulled a picture out of her pocket and held it up to the wall next to the picture the knight and his pony were in.
A large silver dragon walked out of Hydra’s picture and into the other grabbed the sword with the teeth and pulled it out of the ground then went back to her own picture and Hydra shoved it back in her pocket.
“Thank you very much, Dear lady. Now! Onward!” The knight jumped up onto his pony and charged, clanking loudly, into the left side of the frame and out of sight.
They hurried after him along the corridor, following the sound of his armor. Every now and then they spotted him riding through a picture ahead.
“Be of stout heart, the worst is yet to come!” yelled the knight, and they saw him reappear in front of an alarmed group of women in crinolines, whose picture hung on the wall of a narrow spiral stair case.
Puffing loudly, the group climbed the tightly spiraling steps, getting dizzier and dizzier, until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom.
“Farewell!” cried the knight, popping his head into a painting of some sinister-looking monks. “Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of noble heart and teely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!”
“Yeah, we’ll call you,” muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, “if we ever need someone mental.”
“No, then you will just have to call Shadow, Hydra, or Skye,” said Mahogany appearing behind them.
“Hey!” said girls objected.
They climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. There were no doors off this landing, but Ron nudged Harry and pointed at the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
“‘Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher,’” Harry read. “How’re we supposed to get up there?”
As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended right at Harry’s feet. Everyone got quiet.
“After you,” said Ron, grinning, so Harry climbed the ladder first.
He emerged into the strangest-looking classroom he had ever seen. In fact, it didn’t look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone’s attic and an old fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantlepiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cars, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups.
“Hydra come sit with me and Lunar,” Skye said as they entered the room,”there’s a pouf with your name on it,” she patted the seat next to her, “... that sounds really wrong.” she said after thinking for a second. Hydra sat down and giggled.
A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.
“Welcome,” it said. “How nice to see you in the physical world at last.”
Harry’s immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.
“Sit, my children, sit,” she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table, Hydra, Skye, and Lunar at another, and Mahogany and Shadow sat alone together at another.
“Welcome to Divination,” said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. “My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner eye.”
Nobody said any thing to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, “So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field...”
At these words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning, at Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldn’t be much help in this subject.
“Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappears, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future,” Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. “It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy,” she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. “Is your grandmother well?”
“I think so,” said Neville tremulously.
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you, dear,” said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. “We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear,” she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, “Beware a red-haired man.”
Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her and edged her chair away from him. Shadow, Hydra, and Skye snickered at this.
“In the second term,” Professor Trelawney went on, “we shall progress to the crystal ball... if we have finished with fire omens that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter one of our number will leave us forever.”
A very tense silence followed this pronouncement that was eventually broken my Shadow belching, Hydra laughed and gave her a high five.
“Yes, well, I wonder, dear,” Professor Trelawney said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, “if you could pass me the largest silver teapot?”
Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front fo Professor Trelawney.
“Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading... it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October.”
Lavender trembled.
“Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cut to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instruction. OH, and dear” she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up, “after you’ve broken your first cut, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue pattered ones? I’m rather attached to the pink.”
Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, “One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn’t mind... thank you...”
When Harry and Ron had had their teacups filled, they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly. They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped over.
Before they could interpret each other’s tea leaves they got detracted by the girls.
“What’s yours got in it? Hydra asked Lunar. “Cheesecake.” She answered. “What’s your’s got?” Skye asked Shadow. “Pudding Pie.” she answered. Then they all said at once, “Cheesecake Pudding Pie!” and they all started giggling insanely. Neville whispered to Seamus, “Am I the only one who thinks they are nuts?”
“No.” Seamus answered.
Harry and Ron shook their heads at the girls stupidity. “Right,” said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six. “What can you see in mine?”
“A load of soggy brown stuff,” said Harry. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.
“Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!” Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.
Harry tried to pull himself together.
“Right, you’ve got a crooked sort of cross...” He consulted Unfogging the Future. “That means you’re going to have ‘trials and suffering’... sorry bout that... but there’s a thing that could be the sun... hang on.... that means ‘great happiness’... so you’re going to suffer but be very happy...”
“You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me,” said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction.
“My turn...” Ron peered into Harry’s teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. “There’s a blob a bit like a bowler hat,” he said. “Maybe you’re going to work for the Ministry of Magic...”
He turned the teacup the other way up.
“But this way it looks mor like an acorn.... What’s that?” He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future . “‘A windfall, unexpected gold.’ Excellent, you can lend me some... and there’s a thing here,” he turned the cup again, “that looks like an animal... yeah, if that was its head... it looks like a hippo... no, a sheep...”
Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a snort of laughter.
“Let me see that, my dear,” she said reprovingly to Ron, sweeping over and snatching Harry’s cup from him. Everyone went quiet to watch.
Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotation it counterclockwise.
“The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy.”
“But everyone knows that,” said Hydra. “I got the falcon as well.”
Professor Trelawney stared at her.
“Well, they do. Every body knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.” said Hermione
Harry and Ron stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her eyes to Harry’s cup again and continued to turn it.
“The club... and 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.
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?” said Dean Thomas at once. Everyone had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around Harry 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?” asked Harry.
He could tell that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at him and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror, except Hydra, Lunar, Shadow, Sky, and Mahogany who all looked rather bord.
“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!”
Harry’s stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts... the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent... Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney’s chair.
“I don’t think it looks like a Grim,” she said flatly.
Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike.
“You’ll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future.
Shadow was tilting her head from side to side.
“It looks like a Grim if you do this,” she said, with eyes almost shut, “but it looks more like a werewolf from here... see it’s nose is too narrow to be a Grim... ... and see how it has a skinny neck... I have actually seen a Grim before and this is not it...”
The other four girls stared at Shadow in shock, “She said something smart...” Lunar said, dumbfounded.
“When you’ve all finished deciding whether I’m going to die or not!” said Harry, taking even himself by surprise. Now nobody seemed to want to look at him.
“I think we will leave the lesson here for today,” said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. “Yes... Please pack away your things...”
Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron was avoiding Harry’s eyes.
“Until we meet again,” said Professor Trelawney faintly, “fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear”... she pointed at Neville... “you’ll be late next time, so mind you work extra-hard to catch up.”
The group descended Professor Trelawney’s ladder and the winding stairs, “Don’t worry, Harry,” Mahogany said catching up to them, “her major predictions never come true, so you should be happy she said you are going to die.”
Skye continued this point, “yeah, she tod my mom I was gonna be a boy and look! No boy!” Dean looked at Skye’s boobs, “Definitely not a boy.” he said as he drooled. Skye hit him on his head
“Oh! And look, I got the grim, too,” Hydra said holding up the cup she swiped from the class. “Kinda looks like the Greek symbol, Pi, to me,” Shadow commented. Then Hydra, Lunar, Shadow, and Skye all said at once, “Mmm... Pie...”
“They sure do like pie...” Harry said to no one in particular.
“But my favorite dessert is spotted dick!” Skye announced maby a little too loudly.
To this comment all the girls except Mahogany said, “Mmm... spotted dick...” Mahogany smacked her forehead, suddenly she sneezed and her hair turned pink, “Bloody hell, not again.” She complained, changing her hair back to black. “Thus the nick name, Pinky!” Skye stated. “Don’t make me kill you.” Mahogany threatened.
The other girls chanted, “Pinky, Pinky, Pinky is a little dinky!”

When they arrived at Transfiguration Harry chose a seat right at the back of the room, feeling as though he were sitting in a very bright spotlight; the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at him, as though he were about to drop dead at any moment. He hardly heard
what Professor McGonagall was telling them about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), and wasn’t even watching when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes at which time Shadow let out a low growl and Lunar smacked her on the back of the head.
“Really, what has got into you all today?” said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. “Not that it matters, but that’s the first time my transformation’s not got applause from a class.”... Hydra, Lunar, Shadow, and Skye clapped and Mahogany smacked her forehead at their stupidity. “Thank you but it was a little late.” Professor McGonagall commented.
Every body’s heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke. Then Hermione and Mahogany raised their hands but Mahogany lowered hers to let Hermione speak.
“Please, Professor, we’ve just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and...”
“Ah, of course,” said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. “There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?”
Everyone stared at her.
Shadow and Skye pointed at Harry and Lunar smacked them both on the back of the head.
“Ms. Lupin, please refrain from hitting the other students,” Professor McGonagall said.
“Yes ma’am,” Lunar replied.
Professor McGonagall turned to Harry, fixing him with her beady eyes. “Then you must know, Potter, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues...”
Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, “Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney...”
She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, “You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don’t let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.”
Hermione and the five girls laughed. Harry felt a bit better. It was harder to feel scared of a lump of tea leaves away from the dim read light and befuddling perfume of Professor Trelawney’s classroom. Not everyone was convinced, however. Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered, “But what about Neville’s cup?”

When the Transfiguration class had finished, they joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch.
“Ron, cheer up,” said Hermione, pushing a dish of stew toward him. “You heard what Professor McGonagall said.”
Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn’t start.
“Harry,” he said, in a low, serious voice, “you haven’t seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?”
“Yeah, I have,” said Harry. “I saw one the night I left the Dursleys’.”
Ron let his fork fall with a clatter and the girls looked at each other.
“Probably a stray,” said Hermione calmly.
Ron looked at Hermione as though she had gone mad.
“Hermione, if Harry’s seen a Grim, that’s... that’s bad,” he said. “My... my uncle Bilius saw one and... and he died twenty-four hours later!”
Skye nodded, “It’s true.”
The other girls just continued eating.
“Coincidence,” said Hermione airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” said Ron, starting to get angry. “Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!”
“There you are, then,” said Hermione in a superior tone. “They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim’s not an omen, it’s the cause of death! And Harry’s still with us because he’s not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I’d better kick the bucket then!”
The girls chuckled.
Ron mouthed wordlessly at Hermione, who opened her bag, took out her new Arithmancy book, and propped it open against the juice jug.
“I think Divination seems very woolly,” she said, searching for her page. “A lot of guesswork, if you ask me.”
“There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!” said Ron hotly.
“You didn’t seem quite so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep,” said Hermione coolly.
“Professor Trelawney said you didn’t have the right aura! You just don’t like being bad at something for a change!”

He had touched a nerve. Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere and the girls to jump.

“If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I’m not sure I’ll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!
She snatched up her bag and stalked away.
Ron frowned at her.
“What’s she talking about?” he said to Harry. “She hasn’t been to an Arithmancy class yet.”
Lunar snickered.
“And what are you laughing about?” Ron asked her angrily.
“I know something you don’t, that’s all I’ll say,” she replied with a smirk.

Harry was pleased to get out of the castle after lunch. Yesterday’s rain had cleared; the sky was a clear, pale gray, and the grass was springy and damp underfoot as they set off for their first ever Care of Magical Creatures class.

Ron and Hermione weren’t speaking to each other and Hydra wouldn’t shut up about how much fun the class was going to be. Harry walked beside them in silence as they went down the sloping lawns to Hgrid’s hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was only when he spotted three only-too-familiar backs ahead of them that he realized they must be having these lessons with the Slytherins. Malfoy was talking animatedly to Crabbe and Goyle, who were chortling. Harry was quite sure he knew what they were talking about.
Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with Fang the boarhound at his heels, looking impatient to start.
“C’mon, now, get a move on!” he called as the class approached. “Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin’ up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!”
For one nasty moment, Harry thought that Hagrid was going to lead them into the forest; Harry had had enough unpleasant experiences in there to last him a lifetime. However, Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, thy found themselves outside a kind of paddock. There was nothing in there.
“Everyone gather ‘round the fence here!” he called. “That’s it... make sure yeh can see... now, firs’ thing yeh’ll want ter do is open yer books...”

“How?” said the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
“Eh?” said Hagrid.
“How do we open our books?” Malfoy repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope. Other people took theirs out too; some, like Harry, had belted their books shut; others had crammed them in side tight bags or clamped them together with binder clips.
“Hasn’... Hasn’ any one bin able ter open their books?” said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.
The class all shook their heads... except Hydra who raised up her book, opened to a random page and yelled, “I DID!”
“Well why don’ yeh’ tell the res’ of the class wha’ you did ter open it,” Hagrid said looking extremely pleased that someone was able to open their book.
“Ya stroke the spine!!” Hydra exclaimed happily then stroked her own book as it started to get restless.
“Oh, how silly we’ve all been!” Malfoy sneered. “We should have stroked them! Why didn’t we guess!”
“The Monster Book of Monsters is like an animal and all animals like to be stroked, duh!” Hydra said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Malfoy moved his mouth wordlessly as he tried to think of something to say but failed. Harry couldn’t help but snicker at this.
“I... I thought they were funny,” Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.
At that point, Malfoy found his voice again, “Oh, tremendously funny!” he said. “Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” said Harry quietly. Hagrid was looking downcast and Harry wanted Hagrid’s first lesson to be a success.
Righ’ then,” said Hagrid, who seemed to have lost his thread, “so... so yeh’ve got yer books an’.. An’ now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I’ll go an’ get ‘em. Hang on...”
He strode away from them into the forest and out of sight.
“God, this place is going to the dogs,” said Malfoy loudly. “That oaf teaching classes, my Father’ll have a fit when I tell him...”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry repeated.
“Careful, Potter, there’s a dementor behind you...”
“Ooooooooooh!” Squealed Lavender Brown, pointing toward the opposite side of the paddock.
Trotting toward them were a dozen of the most bizarre creatures Harry had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of a horse, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what
seemed to be giant eagles, with a cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly looking. Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of these were held in the vast hands of Hagrid, who came jogging into the paddock behind the creatures.
“Gee up, there!” he roared, shaking the chains and urging the creatures toward the fence where the class stood. Every one except Hydra drew back slightly as Hagrid reached them and tethered the creatures to the fence.
“Hippogriffs!” Hydra exclaimed.
“Beau’iful, arn’ they?” said Hagrid.
Harry could sort of see what Hagrid meant. Once you got over the first shock of seeing something that was half horse, half bird, you started to appreciate the hippogriffs’ gleaming coats, changing smoothly from feather to hair, each of them a different color: stormy gray, bronze, pinkish roan, gleaming chestnut, and inky black..
“So,” said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, “if yeh wan’ ter come a bit nearer...”
No one seemed to except Hydra who was too awestruck to volunteer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, approached the fence cautiously.
“Now, firs’ thing yeh gotta know abou’ hippogriffs is, they’re proud,” said Hagrid. “Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don’t never insult one, ‘cause it might be the last thing yeh do.”
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle weren’t listening; they were talking in an undertone and Harry had a nasty feeling they were plotting how best to disrupt the lesson.
“Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs’ move,” Hagrid continued. “It’s polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, and yeh wait. If her bows back, yeh’re allowed ter touch him. If her doesn’ bow, then get away from him sharpish, ‘cause those talons hurt.
“Right... who wants ter go first?”
Most of the class backed farther away in answer. Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione had misgivings. The hippogriff was tossing it’s fierce heads and flexing it’s powerful wings; it didn’t seem to like being tethered like this.
“No one?” said Hagrid, with a pleading look.
“I’ll do it,” said Harry.
There was an intake of breath from behind him, and both Lavender and Parvati whispered, “Oooh, no, Harry, remember your tea leaves!”
Harry ignored them. He climbed over the paddock fence.
“Good man, Harry!” Roared Hagrid. Right then... Let’s see how yeh get on with Buckbeak.”
He untied one of the chains, pulled the gray hippogriff away from its fellows, and slipped off its leather collar. The class on the other side of the paddock seemed to be holding its breath. Malfoy’s eyes were narrowed maliciously.
“Easy, now, Harry,” said Hagrid quietly. “Yeh’ve got eye contact, now try not ter blink... Hippogriffs don’ trust yeh if yeh blink too much...”
Harry’s eyes immediately began to water, but he didn’t shut them. Buckbeak had turned his great, sharp head and was staring at Harry with one fierce orange eye.
“That’s it,” said Hagrid. “That’s it, Harry... now, bow...”
Harry didn’t feel much like exposing the back of his neck to Buckbeak, but he did as he was told, he didn’t exactly want to look like an idiot in front of his sister. He gave a short bow and then looked up.
The hippogriff was still staring haughtily at him. It didn’t move.
“Ah,”said Hagrid, sounding worried. “Right... back away, now, Harry, easy does it..”
But then, to Harry’s enormous surprise, the hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly front knees and sank into what was an unmistakable bow.
“Well done, Harry,” Said Hagrid, ecstatic. Right.. Yeh can touch him. Pat his beak, go on!”
Feeling that a better reward would have been to back away, Harry moved slowly toward the hippogriff and reached out toward it. He patted the beak several times and the hippogriff closed its eyes lazily, as though enjoying it.
The class broke into applause, all except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were looking deeply disappointed.
“Righ’ then, Harry,” said Hagrid. “I reckon he might’ let yeh ride Hime”
This was more than Harry had bargained for. He was used to a broomstick; but he wasn’t sure a hippogriff would be quite the same.
“Yeh climb up there, mus’ behind the wind joint,” said Hagrid, “an’ mind yeh don’ pull any of his feathers out, he won’ like that...”
Harry put his foot on the top of Buckbeak’s wing and hoisted himself onto its back. Buckbeak stood up. Harry wasn’t sure where to hold on; everything in front of him was covered with feathers.
“Go on, then!” roared Hagrid, slapping the hippogriff’s hindquarters.
Without warning, twelve-foot wings flapped open on either side of Harry; he just had time to seize the hippogriff around the neck before he was soaring upward. It was nothing like a broomstick, and Harry knew which one he preferred; the hippogriff’s wings beat uncomfortably on either side of him, catching him under his legs and making him feel he was about to be thrown off; the glossy feathers slipped under his fingers and he didn’t dare get a stronger grip; instead of the smooth action of his Nimbus Two Thousand, he now felt himself rocking backward and forward as the hindquarters of the hippogriff rose and fell with the wings.
Buckbeak flew him once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Harry had been dreading; he leaned back as the smooth neck lowered, feeling he was going to slip off over the beak, then felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground. He just managed to hold on and push himself straight again.
“Good work, Harry” roared Hagrid as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered.
“I wanna have a go!” Hydra exclaimed.
“Ok, then!” said Hagrid. He began to give Hydra the instructions but Hydra ignored him entirely and walked up to Buckbeak and petted him.
Buckbeak seemed content.
“Well, I’ll be... Do yeh wan’ to ride im?”
“Of course!” Hydra hoped on and Buckbeak took off. Hydra began to show off by doing tricks on the hippogriff’s back. After quite a few unbelievable tricks, Buckbeak landed and everyone except, of course, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered and clapped.
Malfoy sneered and jumped over the fence and started to walk toward Buckbeak, “You’re not so dangerous are you? You great ugly, Ah!” before he could get any closer Hydra grabbed him by the back of his shirt causing him to fall on his ass.
“What the Bloody hell was that all about!?” Malfoy exclaimed.
Hydra glared and shouted, “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is!? You could have been killed!! The only reason I was able to approach Buckbeak was because I have a special gift with animals! And I don’t want Buckbeak getting in to trouble because of your stupidity!!”
Malfoy just stared at her. He quickly recovered though and moved to hex her but his wand was flung from his hand by Mahogany.
The rest of the lesson went on without incident, amazingly.

They all made their way to the Great Hall for dinner.
“FOOD!!” Skye exclaimed upon their arrival, “And spotted dick!” shadow added, seeing the said dish on the table. “All the guys in the room heard this exclamation, paled a little and pushed their plates away.
“Your not going to eat yours?” Skye asked Ron.
Ron shook his head and Skye instantly grabbed his plate and started eating.
“Well I’m full so I think I’ll be going.” Hydra said.
As she walked through the doors, she bumped into Malfoy, causing him to drop his books.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Hydra said as she started to pick up the books.
“You better be!” Malfoy shouted.
Hydra just smiled and handed him his books. Malfoy looked at her like she lost her mind but still took the books. “Your welcome.” Hydra said, still smiling. Malfoy just kept walking.
“That is the mature way to handle those things.” Hermione said then glared at Ron.
“Are you mental!?” Ron yelled/asked, “She should have hexed the Git!”
“That’s what I expected her to do...” Shadow and skye said.
“Maybe she has matured some sense she got here...” Lunar stated then the three girls looked at each other.
“Nah.”

After they arrived at the Griffindor common room they all just sat around.
“What ya down, Hydra?” Lunar asked when she noticed Hydra messing with something on the table. “Tea leaves again.” She said then drank the tea, “I got a giraffe this time...”
“No you didn’t,” Shadow said looking over Hydra’s shoulder, “See?” she pointed at the cup, “there’s the stomach and there’s the boob, it is obviously a female figure from the side.”
“Oh, your right, so sorry.”
All the guys look at them like this “O.o” “She said boob...” Dean stated stupidly. “No shit!” Hydra snapped.
Skye started laughing, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I’m hungry...”


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