HP : The Chronicles

HI GUYS IF YOU WANT READ 200 + CHAPTERS THEN VISIT

patreon.com/Benzoid

"Really, what has got into you all today?" said Professor McGonagall staring around at them all. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class." Everybody's heads turned toward Adrian again, but nobody spoke. Harry looked at his brother expectantly and with no little amount of worry; what could have possibly happened that caused them all to look like they would drop dead any second now? She shared a look with Neville who simply shrugged, appearing just as mystified by their classmates' actions. Then Hermione raised her hand.

"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. Harry wondered what could have made so much sense about that statement; Severus never spoke of Professor Trelawney, mostly because she was the one to make the prophecy about him and Voldemort; in a way, the potions master had never forgiven her for that just as he had never quite forgiven himself. He had of course admitted that it was illogical to hate her for something she had no control over and that he would probably be alright with it if only she had chosen to fight and not hide in the shadows during the first war. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger." McGonagall interrupted his thoughts. "Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?" Everyone stared at her.

"Me," said Adrian, finally. What?

"I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Adrian, who was seated at the far side of the classroom, with an intense gaze. "Then you should 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 favourite 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; that's right, Harry thought. The staff of the school couldn't have known that she had made the prophecy; come to think of it, most didn't even know of the prophecy. 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."

The rest of the class went by normally but Ron's fear hadn't been quenched it seemed. The moment the bell rang, he was right next to Adrian, wondering if the Divination professor had truly seen the Grim in his teacup. Harry snorted the moment he realized what had happened.

"It's not funny mate!" Ron said indignantly as they sat at the Gryffindor table for dinner. "My… my uncle Bilius saw one and… and he died twenty-four hours later!" Harry tried to intervene but Hermione beat him to it.

"Coincidence," said she 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 Adrian's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!"

"As interesting this argument has been," Harry said as he served himself some peas and passing the pumpkin juice to Neville next to him, "I believe it's also quite pointless."

"What do you mean?" Adrian asked, a little exasperated, mostly of Ron and Hermione's argument.

"I mean, that if Grims truly were omens of death, you and I both would have kicked the bucked, as Hermione put it, a long time ago." He added some purée in his plate too before turning to grin at Ron. "You would have been dead too." He added.

"What?" Ron asked confused.

"Why?" Questioned Hermione.

"Tell me Adrian." He said addressing his brother. "You've seen Sirius transforming into Padfoot, right?" Harry asked as his brother nodded. "And you've never wondered what type of dog he was? Even after you were old enough to realise Padfoot is almost as large as a bear?" Harry asked smirking at the stunned expressions of his brother and friends.

"Padfoot's a Grim?" Ron asked confused.

"But I thought magical animagi transformations were impossible!" Hermione exclaimed. Are they? Harry wondered interested, but let it slide for the moment.

"Yes, Padfoot is a Grim and yes, magical Animagi transformations are, as far as we know, impossible." Harry agreed. "But, while the Grims are generally shy animals, they don't possess some magical ability of their own, at least nothing profound." There were three confused sets of eyes that stared back at him so he sighed and continued his explanation. "What I meant is that Grims are omens of death. They don't have a magical ability of their own that kills a wizard upon sight. As a result, they're not more magical than owls are and they can find a wizard anywhere in the world." He cut a piece of his stake and chewed calmly.

"Well, Sirius turning into a Grim can still be useful." Ginny's voice sounded behind Harry.

"Have you been eavesdropping, Miss Weasley?" The green eyed teen asked mischievously.

"If you didn't want someone to overhear you, you shouldn't be speaking in the middle of the Great Hall during lunch." Ginny deadpanned making Neville chortle in agreement.

"True enough." Harry admitted with a smile of his own.

"And I wasn't really eavesdropping." She said. "Rumour has it that Trelawney predicted someone's death and when you started talking of Grims I figured it was one of you."

"Me, actually." Adrian supplied with a frown.

"And why would Padfoot be useful?" Ron asked as Harry noticed the smirk forming on Ginny's face.

"I just thought that, with all that talk of Grims, Trelawney might be interested in actually seeing one." Laughter spread over the group and Harry realized Sirius might just agree with that plan, professor or not.

HI GUYS IF YOU WANT READ 200 + CHAPTERS THEN VISIT

patreon.com/Benzoid