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Harry's P.O.V. 

The first thing the quartet saw when they walked into the Great Hall that morning was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a group of Slytherins. As they passed him, Malfoy did an over-the-top impression of a swooning fit, causing rounds of laughter. 

"Ignore it," Y/N murmured in his ear.  

Hermione nodded in agreement. "She's right, they're not worth it."

Just then, Pansy Parkinson, a girl with a pug-like face, shouted "Hey, Potter!" When he turned, she continued. "The Dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooo!" 

"At least someone is coming for him. Can't say the same for you, Panty Liner!" Y/N called. 

Harry didn't know how someone could create such a inappropriate insult, but it was effective nonetheless. He just looked her in awe, then realized he was staring and sat down next to George. 

"New third-year timetables," George told them, passing the timetables over, giving one to Y/N first. "What's up with you, Harry?" 

"Malfoy," Ron said plainly. 

Y/N shot a nasty glare at the Slytherin table. "And that pug-faced Parkinson," she added angrily. 

George looked up to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror once more. "That little git," he said. "Wasn't so cocky when he came to our compartment last night, was he, Fred, Y/N?" 

Fred nodded, "nearly wet himself," he said with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. "Anyway, we'll see how Malfoy looks after the first game of the season." 

Y/N piped in, "Yeah. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, you'll beat him, Harry. There was never any competition, really."

He smiled to himself. Y/N's confidence in him really meant the world. During the talk of quidditch, Hermione lost interest and began to examine her timetable. 

Y/N peaked over her shoulder, then looked at Hermione. They seemed to communicate through their eyes, then, finally, Y/N looked at Hermione's neck. All Harry could see was the hint of a glinting gold chain disappearing under the collar of Hermione's shirt. 

It seemed as though for Y/N and Hermione, all they needed were some glances and eyebrow raises to communicate a point.

"Ooh, good, we're starting new subjects today!" Hermione exclaimed happily. 

Ron looked over Hermione's shoulder, furrowing his brows. "Hermione, they've messed up your timetable. Look," he pointed at her paper. "You've got ten subjects today. There just isn't enough time!" Ron exclaimed. "How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?" 

Harry agreed, but he didn't want to voice his thoughts lest Hermione threw a goblet at him. "Maybe that way I can skip potions," he considered. 

She scoffed while Y/N grinned. "Don't be silly, Ronald," Hermione said shortly. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."

"Yeah, Ronnie. Don't be insane," said Y/N with a hint of amusement in her voice. 

"Well, then-" 

"Pass the marmalade," Hermione said.  

Ron rolled his eyes while Harry picked up the marmalade and handed it to Hermione. Then, Harry turned his gaze to Y/N, who was staring at her plate. 

"Hey, earth to Y/N? Y/N?" He waved a hand in front of her face with a slight grin. 

She snapped out of her trance. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Just, you know, wanted to talk to Remus," Y/N said sadly. 

At the sound of Remus's name, Hermione asked, "you never explained the whole uncle thing?" 

"Oh, yeah, so-" 

Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall, absentmindedly swinging a dead ferret from one enormous hand. He waved, walking over to them. "All righ'?" he greeted. 

" Yeah, you?" they chorused back.

"you lot ar' in me firs' ever lesson! Been 'wake since five gettin' eve'ything ready!" He grinned broadly, continuing to the staff table, still swinging the ferret jollily. 

Ron checked Harry's timetable, then Y/N's, then Hermione's. "Wicked, we're all in the same Divination class." Taking a pause to bite into his bread. "Oh, shit, we should start walking. 's at the top of the North Tower...take us ten minutes to get there..." 

The four of them said goodbye to the twins and began their journey to the North Tower. Arriving, they were all huffing and puffing, having just climbed what seemed to be a bajillion flights of stairs. Along the way, they ran into a painting of a Knight with a dapple-grey pony. Y/N spent about three minutes bonding with said Knight, who was named Sir Cadogan. 

The rest of the class was assembled on a tiny landing. Ron nudged Harry and pointed to the ceiling where there was a circular trap door with a brass plaque. "Sybil Trelawny, Divination teacher," Harry read aloud. "How're we supposed to get up there?" He asked, looking at Hermione and Y/N for an answer. 

As if hearing him, the trapdoor opened and a silver ladder descended. The class climbed up it, emerging into the strangest classroom. 

"It this someone's attic?" Y/N asked, amused.

"She's not wrong," Harry thought. At least twenty circular tables were crammed inside it and everything was lit with dim crimson light. It was suffocatingly warm due to the fireplace at the front of the room.  

Y/N grabbed Harry's hand and skipped over to a table. "I'm gonna predict your future," she said in a spooky sort of voice. 

"Show me your palm...ah, wait!" She fake gasped, eyes widening. "The stars...they're telling me...you're gonna trip and fall flat on your face. In front of the love of your life, ruining all your chances," she told him matter-of-factly. He just grinned. 

"Okay, Y/N."

"Wait, or she'll fall in love with you. You might not even trip. Your future will go to shit!" she exclaimed, ignoring the bewildered look Seamus gave her.

Seamus passed by Harry to sit with Dean. On his way, he leaned to speak in Harry's ear. "Good luck with your girlfriend, Potter," he said in a low voice. Harry whipped his head around. 

"Seamus! She's not..." he trailed off when he realized Seamus was ignoring him on purpose. Disgruntled, he focused back on Y/N.

 "....but hey, at least you can focus on not dying," Y/N ended sagely.

He gave her a deadpan look, then the two burst into giggles. 

Was he blushing? Maybe a little bit, but It couldn't be seen in the red light of the room anyway. "The things you do to me, Y/N. Your turn."

Grabbing her hand, he held it in his own, palm facing up. Slowly, Harry traced each crease on her palm lightly with his middle finger. At the end, he interlocked their fingers, maintaining eye contact and smirking in satisfaction when he heard her breath hitch. 

"Cute."  

"Hmm, I think your future holds some romance, too. Very soon," he informed her. "But I think it might go awry...like, he's too cocky, or something," Harry teased. Y/N stared at him with a smile. 

"You suck at this whole Divination thing," she told him. "Make it more dramatic, plus, I like confidence. At least mine sounded believable," Y/N said, sticking her nose up into the air proudly. 

Ron and Hermione followed them, then they found that one table was too crowded for four people. So Y/N, despite Harry's protests, shared a table with Hermione. 

Suddenly, out of the shadows, came a misty voice. "Welcome," it said. "How nice it is to see you all in the physical world at last." Then, the voice's body stepped into the light. 

"Looks like a dragonfly," he thought, examining Professor Trelawney. Large glasses magnified her eyes and she was draped in too many shawls to count. Golden bangles and beaded bracelets dangled from her wrists, clanking together when she moved. 

"Welcome to Divination," she said, sitting in a winged armchair by the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney," their professor introduced. Then, she went on a tangent about their complexities of Divination and honestly, Harry tuned almost all of it out.

Apparently, Divination was Gift and those with closed minds couldn't harness the Will of the Universe, or...whatever. 

"You, boy," Professor Trelawney said to Neville, who almost toppled off his chair. "Is your grandmother well?" 

"I think so," Neville said with a tremor in his voice. 

"I wouldn't be so sure If I were you," she said. Trelawney continued placidly, listing predictions. "My dear, beware a red-haired man..." she told Parvati Patil. The girl glanced at Ron, shuffling her chair away from him.

Apparently, class would be disrupted by a bout of the flu and two of their classmates would be leaving their class forever. 

"Would you be a dear and pass me that teapot?" Professor Trelawny asked Lavender. She handed the teapot over and Trelawny thanked her, continuing, "incidentally, my dear, the thing you are dreading most will occur on Friday, the sixteenth of October." 

Lavender trembled.

She instructed the class to collect a teacup from the shelf, fill it, then drink the contents until only the dregs remain. Mix these dregs three times with their left hand, then flip their cup on it's saucer. Wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner for a reading, based on the information in Unfogging the Future. 

She predicted that Neville would break his first cup and sure enough, thirty seconds later, a "tink" rung through the silent classroom. 

Harry and Ron began their predictions. He drank the tea, quickly, turning over his cup. Ron did the same. 

"Mate, what do you think?" Ron asked. 

"Hmm? 'Bout what?" 

"This whole fortune-telling thing. I personally think its a load of bullocks," he explained, checking to see if his cup was done draining. 

Harry tore his eyes away from Y/N, who was waving her arms around Hermione's face, pretending that the Spirits of the Beyond were deciding her fate. 

"Er, I mean, it does seem a little untrustworthy," Harry agreed, turning his cup over and looking at the dregs. 

"Broaden your minds, my dears, allow your minds to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney exclaimed. So, Harry and Ron began their readings. 

Harry picked up Ron's cup, regarding the contents. "Right..." said Harry. "Looks like you've got a wonky sort of cross?" He guessed, consulting Unfogging the Future. "Oh, lovely," he said blandly, leaning back in his seat. 

"That means you're going to have trials and suffering!" He told Ron, brightly. 

The ginger just stared at him, mouth slightly agape. "Wait, uh, there's this thing that could be the sun? So, that means happiness," Harry continued. 

Ron perked up at the mention of a possible happy future for himself, forgetting that he thought Palmistry was a load of shit anyway. 

Then Harry furrowed his brows. "So, you're going to suffer...but be happy about it?" He said uncertainly. 

"Your Inner Eye needs testing, if you ask me," said Ron and they both had to stifle their laughs as Trelawny turned in their direction. 

Meanwhile... 

Y/N's P.O.V. 

Hermione heaved her copy of Unfogging the Future out of her bag and onto the circular table. "Y/N? Aren't you going to get out your textbook?" She asked. 

"Nah, we have yours. Why put in the extra effort?" Y/N asked with a grin. "Now, let me read your future, I'm super amazing at it," she said, grabbing the book and flipping to page five. 

She turned Hermione's cup, pretending to look for images in the dregs, then pretending to consult the book. "Hmm...says here that you're gonna be top of your class this year!" Y/N began with something believable. Her best friend beamed. 

"Oh? What's this?" Y/N acted shocked. Hermione tried to look at the book. 

"What? What is it?" She asked at the edge of her seat. 

Y/N smirked slyly. "Well, you're going to marry a ginger-" 

"I'm going to stop you right there," Hermione said firmly. "Ron is nothing but a friend, one of my best friends and that is how it will stay." She crossed her arms. 

The e/c's smirk only grew. She patted her friend's arm consolingly. "I never said who, 'Mione." She watched Hermione turn redder than Ron's hair, speechless. 

"Caught ya," Y/N whispered triumphantly. 

Hermione scowled. "At least I'm not in love with Harry Potter." 

Y/N flushed scarlet and immediately shushed her. "Could you be any louder?" She whisper-demanded. Hermione shrugged. 

"Well, if that's what you want-" 

"Nope! Nope, it's really okay," said Y/N hastily. 

She groaned when she saw Professor Trelawny approach, quieting the class to give a reading of Y/N's cup. Grabbing the teacup off the table, Trelawney rotated it counterclockwise. Then, she gasped. "My...my. This...this cup is full, very full indeed." 

Y/N heard a whisper from Harry and Ron's table. Harry laughed quietly at something Ron said. His eyes sparkled in amusement and his-

"Y/N. Focus." 

"...My dear, you have the symbol of the Dove. Now, can anyone tell me what Doves represent?" Professor Trelawney said. 

Dean immediately raised his hand, ignoring the "Dean, no!" look Y/N gave him. She'd done her reading on Greek Myths and how the Dove was associated with the goddess Aphrodite. She had down those readings with Dean. Dean stuck his tongue out at her, waving his hand like Hermione had done so many times. "That little prat.'

"Yes, Mr...?" 

"Thomas," he supplied. "The dove, in Greek Mythology, is associated with the goddess Aphrodite, deity of love." 

Their professor nodded in approval. "Excellent, Mr. Thomas. But yes, your cup contains the omen of Love. Soon, you will fall. Or, have already fallen," Trelawney said, her eyes flickering to Harry for a moment. 

"Now," she continued, "this love can either perch, find it's forever nest...or, it will be fleeting - never truly staying, never feeling secure." 

"Well, that's reassuring," Y/N mumbled so only Hermione could hear. Hermione didn't laugh. 

If the professor heard her, she ignored her. "Oh? Yet, this cup...you may have both loves, different people," Trelawney told her carefully. 

"Well, that's just amazing!" Y/N exclaimed dryly, playing with the fraying ends of the oddly patterned tablecloth. There were some snickers from the class, then Trelawney shushed them again.

Professor Trelawny glared at her, then tilted the cup again. "You also have the Waxing Crescent moon. Your journey on a moonlit path is just beginning... and in the end..." she trailed off, looking Y/N dead in the eyes. 

"Er...okay, Bug Eyes,"  Y/N thought. 

"...your decision will change the course of a greater goal. Think carefully, my dear," she ended mysteriously, placing the cup back on the table. The lights seemed to dim even more, then everyone began to mutter to themselves, to their friends...

Y/N wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

Hermione patted her arm. "C'mon, Y/N. None of it can be true. This whole subject is very vague if you ask me," she said consolingly. 

The h/c just groaned and banged her head on the table.

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Long story short, Hermione thought that Professor Trelawney and Divination were about as true as Ron having black hair. 

So, basically, Harry had an Omen of Death called the Grim - the 'giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards!' and this death omen would reoccur until he eventually died. Harry had been silent all the way to Transfiguration Class and Y/N was becoming progressively more concerned. 

While Ron and Hermione argued about if the omen was true, Y/N decided to talk to Harry.

"-my uncle Billius saw one-" 

"-your uncle Billius died of worry-" 

Y/N had learned, over the years, to tune them out. She fell into step beside Harry and waited 'til he noticed. He kept his gaze on the ground until she nudged him. When he turned, his worry was written all over his face. 

She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, "Harry, you're not gonna die," she told him calmly. 

"And how can you be so sure?" He questioned quietly. 

Beginning to rub soft circles with her thumb, she answered. "Because you're the Boy Who Lived," she said simply, the ghost of a laugh leaving her lips. He just stared at her. "Oh and because I say so," Y/N added. 

Harry raised a brow. "And how does your word make a difference?" He asked. 

"Because I'm always right," she said simply, extending their linked hands above their heads and twirling Harry in a circle. 

He chuckled slightly, then said to her, "how can you always make me feel better?" 

"It's my job," she smiled, never letting go of his hand until they sat down at their desks in Professor McGonagall's classroom. The witch waited for the rest of the class to settle before starting her lesson. 

McGonagall went through her lesson about Animagi (wizards who can transform into animals at will). Y/N kept sending glares at the students who sent furtive glances at Harry. He noticed and squeezed her hand tighter. She gave him a smile. 

"Really, what has gotten into you all today?" asked Professor McGonagall, turning back into a human from her animagi form. "Not that it matters, but this is the first time my transformation hasn't received any applause from a class."

Everyone turned towards Harry, then saw Y/N's angry look and hastily faced the front. Then, Hermione raised her hand. 

"Professor, we've just had our first Divination class and all these students, besides Y/N and myself, believe-"

"Ah, of course," said McGonagall. "That is all I need to know, thank you, Ms. Granger." She scanned the classroom. "Tell me, which one of you will be dying this year?" 

Everyone stared at her in shock, then, finally, Harry spoke up. "Me," he said. 

McGonagall fixed her beady eyes on Harry, but Y/N saw her take a brief glance at their intertwined hands resting on the table. "I see," she said. "Potter, you should know that Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of one student each year since she arrived at Hogwarts. None of them have died yet," She told the class. 

"...I heard from some older kids that she predicted Cedric Diggory's death..." whispered a Hufflepuff. 

"Divination is one of the more...imprecise, per say, branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience for it. True Seers are extremely rare and Professor Trelawney..." she trailed off, then regained her composure. 

Continuing in a matter-of-fact tone, she said, "You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so please excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. Rest assured, if you do die, you need not hand it in," she ended with a dry smile. 

Y/N and Hermione laughed.

"Icon," thought Y/N. 

Harry seemed to relax a little, his breath slowing and his hand losing its death-grip on Y/N's. Ron still looked worried, though, maybe because of the whole Uncle Billius thing. 

Once Transfiguration ended, they followed the hoard of students to the Great Hall for lunch. Y/N told Hermione to save her a seat. 

"Be right back," said Y/N, heading towards the Slytherin table. 

After some seconds of scanning, her eyes landed on Elijah Colins, laughing with some other Slytherins. She approached him and caught his attention. 

"Hey, Ellie," she said with a wave. He smiled at her, slapping his friend (who had said something intelligible to Y/N) and half-rising from his seat to give her a hug. 

"Y/N! How's the first day of classes going?" He asked her, pulling her into the empty spot beside him. 

She grinned. "Good, just had Transfiguration, before that, Divination," she told him. "Harry's death was predicted," she continued. He perked up and she gave him a judgmental look, but said nothing about his reaction. 

"What do you have after lunch?" said Elijah, stealing an untouched, maple-syrup covered waffle from his friend's plate. 

Y/N checked her schedule, not having memorized it yet. "Er, a free period. Then, Care of Magical Creatures, you?" 

Elijah groaned, "Potions, with your fifth year Gryffindor lot and the twins." 

The girl laughed, "Snape got it out for you?" she asked, grabbing a fork and stabbing into the waffle on his plate. 

He just looked at her with a grin. "Nah, Snape loves me. Its the twins I'm annoyed about," he joked. "Anyway, whenever you're free, we better finish planning our prank." 

"Yeah, sure," Y/N said, then realized they already planned their prank on the train ride here. "Er, Ellie, we already did that?" 

He smirked, "well, we planned for the teachers..." he trailed off. She understood immediately. 

"Lets prank the twins," they said in unison, identical smiles on their faces. 

"Okay, now I'm gonna go eat before I starve" she said, rising from her seat, hugging him and walking back to Gryffindor Table. She plopped down beside Hermione, immediately groaning as she heard what they were talking about. 

"The whole subject seems kind of woolly, a lot of guesswork, if you ask me," said Hermione, shuffling through some papers. 

"There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!" said Ron heatedly. 

"You didn't seem so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep," Hermione replied coolly. 

Ron had the look of determination on his face and Y/N that something offensive was on it's way. She gave him a warning look, but he ignored her and - "Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just hate being rubbish at something for a change!" 

He had touched a nerve. Hermione slammed her arithmancy book down on the table so hard Y/N's plate shook.  

Hermione said angrily, "If being good at Divination means I have to see omens in a clump of soggy tea leaves, I don't think I'll be studying it any longer!" she exclaimed, getting up. "That lesson was rubbish compared to my Arithmancy class," she muttered, stalking away. 

Harry and Ron looked at each other, puzzled. Y/N just gave Harry a knowing smirk, but when her gaze fell on Ron, she frowned at him. "What's she talking about?" Ron asked Harry. "She hasn't even had Arithmancy class yet...?" 

"Don't think too hard about it, Ronnie. Your brain might implode," she said with a glare, slinging her bookbag over her shoulder and following Hermione out of the Great Hall. 

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She found Hermione in the girls Dormitory, sitting on her bed and reading her Arithmancy book. "Really, 'Mione? It's our free period and you're reading?" Y/N asked. 

Hermione smiled sadly, "I dunno, Y/N. Just not feeling up to seeing Ron 'til I need to," she said, flipping the page. 

Y/N sat down on the side of her bed. "And that's okay, he's being a prick. I'll do something about it later, but for now..." she ended with a sly grin...

"For now...?" Hermione said, unsuspecting. Y/N grabbed a pillow, Hermione didn't notice. "For now...?" Hermione asked again. 

"This!" Y/N smacked her in the face with a "ploff" sound. 

"Y/N!" Hermione exclaimed with a laugh, grabbing a pillow of her own. She hit Y/N in her stomach, causing her to roll off the bed. That didn't stop their momentum, though. They whacked each other for about half an hour, never tiring.

Honestly, it really brightened Hermione's mood. After all the bickering with Ron in the past few days, she needed a reset. She hit Y/N too many times to count, mostly in the head, with many protests when Y/N got her back.

Huffing and puffing, Y/N flopped on Hermione's bed. "So, now what?" She asked, rolling over to face Hermione. 

"Hmm...I dunno," Hermione said. 

"Well, we could-" 

SMACK! 

"I'll get you for that, 'Mione!" 

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kinda of a short chapter, but i wanted to keep the divination and the care of magical creatures classes seperate 

also we gaslit ron so hard abt the whole "too many classes" situation 

I love pillow fights  😍

anyway, what're your hogwarts houses? 

 im a gryffindor :) 

- dizzyann1e