The next day, Rosalyn got up early. She had been dreaming about that black dog and she was extremely disturbed.

She sighed as she out her dressing gown on and went down to the common room, she didn't know what she would find there, but she couldn't go back to sleep, so, bleary eyed and rosy cheeked, she went down the stairs.

She thought she was alone when she sat herself down on the sofa, but she saw someone else on the other end of it.

"Rosalyn?"

It was Neville.

He was sitting on the sofa, reading a book by the firelight, and he looked at her now, surveying her. She sighed as she saw him, relieved it wasn't a teacher or Sirius Black, but asked. "What're you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," said Neville honestly. "I- I had a- nightmare- one- one I haven't had in a long time."

"What was it?" Said Rosalyn, but she regretted asking that immediately, because if he answered, she would have to tell him what her nightmare was like.

"I- erm- well- what are you doing here?"

Rosalyn realised that he didn't want to tell her, so she left the subject alone, and said. "Had a nightmare, same as you, what're you reading?" She asked, interested.

She glanced at Neville's book, and saw instantly that it was muggle, but this only excited Rosalyn more. There was a bookshop in the town Ottery St Catchpole, the town the Burrow was on the outskirts of, and she had visited it many times. She loved muggle fiction, and had read lots of it, so when she saw the book with the title Matilda on it.

"You like Roald Dhal?" Rosalyn asked excitedly.

"Well- yeah," said Neville, blushing. "I didn't expect you to know muggle books." But in reality, his heart was jumping in his chest. The real reason he liked Matilda was because it was about a smart, brave young girl that reminded him of a certain someone.

"Oh, there's a muggle bookshop in my town," said Rosalyn, not phased for a minute. Even if Hermione thought that she was maybe deliberately ignoring it, she wasn't, she genuinely had no idea about Neville's opinion of her.

He smiled, and so did she, and from that moment on, Rosalyn respected Neville as a proper friend, she had always had some level of friendship for him, but she'd always had some height of exasperation, but that had gone, now, and all she felt was happiness, before she faced her tough day of lessons.

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Rosalyn had gone back to bed, and woke up to Hermione's sharp voice, waking her up. The two girls had met up with Ron and Harry in the common room, and the four of them walked to breakfast.

There, McGonagall took Hermione out for a chat about a subject that neither of Rosalyn, Harry or Ron knew about, but she came back looking mildly happy.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.

"So, Rosie, what've we got first?" Hermione changed the subject, but Ron didn't drop it, he carried it on all year.

It turned out that they had a new subject divination, first, and Rosalyn headed away from the breakfast table heartily wishing that it was a good subject.

It turned out to be a funny one. The quartet reached a ladder going up to the classroom when they got where they thought they were supposed to be. Rosalyn climbed it first and the other three followed her.

Rosalyn reached the top and poked her head into a dusty room, filled with the odour of cooking sherry. Tables covered in red, velvet material were scattered around the room, and as Rosalyn properly climbed into it, she saw their Professor for the first time.

She looked really quite strange, with curly hair that was all over the place, weird glasses that looked like goggles on and she was wearing a robe of teal.

Rosalyn realised that even though she, Harry, Ron and Hermione- wait, where was Hermione? She pondered this, but anyway, even though she, Ron and Harry weren't late, they were the last in the class to arrive.

"Come and sit here, dears," Their teacher said, guiding them to a table that nobody had occupied yet.

They sat down and their Professor began her speech to the class. "Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the art of divination. In this room, you shall discover that you possess, the sight." She stood up and knocked the table that was in front of her, a few people laughed as she walked round it, introducing herself. "I, am Professor Trelawney, and together we shall cast ourselves into the future!"

She raised her arms above her head and Rosalyn snorted, she didn't mean to, but she did.

Trelawney went on. "This term we will focus on the art of reading tea leaves so will you all please take a cup, fill it without straining it, and drink it until only the dregs remain. Then, turn your cup upside down and wait for fifteen seconds, from there, you can swap cups with the person opposite you and read their future?"

Before the class did this, she said a bit more. "You see, truth lies buried at the centre of a book, waiting to be read." She went to Seamus and Dean's table and leant over it rather ominously. "But first, you must broaden your minds-" She touched Seamus's head with both hands. "-And, you must look, beyond!"

She waved her hand behind her, and suddenly, Hermione said. "What a load of rubbish," she seemed to be poking something inside her robes, Rosalyn made a mental note of that.

"Where did you come from?" Ron demanded.

"Me? I've been here all this time," Hermione said, though, to Rosalyn, something wasn't quite right with that explanation, she just didn't know what.

"Well, you can go and get your stuff now," Trelawney said, and everyone left their seats, going to get their tea leaves and cups.

Rosalyn walked forward and put a spoonful of tea leaves into her cup, wondering what they would say about her when they were at the bottom of the cup.

She walked back to her seat after filling her cup and sat down with Hermione, who had already started drinking.

"Come on, Rosie!" Hermione egged on, for she knew Rosalyn didn't like tea, as she stayed to pumpkin juice at mealtimes.

Rosalyn sighed and said. "Can you drink it?"

"Oh no dear!" Said Trelawney as she was passing, "You must drink it yourself, otherwise it will never tell your future!"

Sighing, Rosalyn started to drink. Hermione laughed as her best friend screwed her face up and pursed her lips as she slowly emptied her cup.

"Thank goodness that's over," said Rosalyn five minutes later, after she had finished drinking.

Hermione laughed as she had finished her ages ago, but had waited for Rosalyn. The two of them set their cups up side down on their saucers and counted fifteen seconds.

Rosalyn sighed turning her cup back over slowly to check that it had drained. Hermione was now rolling her eyes at Trelawney as she walked round the classroom, suddenly asking Neville. "You, boy, is your grandmother quite well?"

"I- I think so," said Neville unsurely.

"Well I wouldn't be so sure about that, give me the cup," she said dismissively, looking at Neville's tea leaves then moving on, Neville however, took it seriously, and snatched his cup from his partner, trying to read it but failing as he had never done divination before.

"Broaden your minds," Trelawney drawled, Rosalyn and Hermione both sniggered at the way she said this. She walked past the quartet's table and let out a weird sound that was somewhere between a wail and a whine, then she said to Ron, who looked positively frightened. "Your aura is pulsing dear, are you in the beyond? I think you are?"

Ron nodded weirdly, bit really knowing what to say, Rosalyn, who sat behind him, gave him a nudge because it looked as though Trelawney was expecting an answer. "Sure," he said, whilst Hermione stared shrewdly at their teacher.

"Give me the cup," Trelawney extended her hands but then she started flicking them and changed track, saying. "Tell me what you see," to him.

Ron turned the cup one way and another, and said, "Harry's got a sort of er- wonky cross- and that's- er- trials and suffering-"

"Mmhm," said Trelawney, who seemed to be liking he misery in Ron's answer. Rosalyn sighed, trying to hide the smile that was blossoming onto her face.

Ron carried on, "-and er- that could be the sun-" he pointed to a pile of leaves in the bottom of the cup, "-and that's happiness, so-" he turned to Harry, "-you're gonna suffer- but you're gonna be happy about it."

At this point Rosalyn put her head on the desk, trying to hide the relentless giggles that were coming over her, Hermione took the other side of the spectrum, frowning, but Trelawney just said, "now really!" to Rosalyn. "Give me the cup," she held out her hands and Rosalyn reluctantly gave her her cup.

Right when Professor Trelawney received the teacup, she yelped as if she was in pain and out the cup on the desk hard. Frankly, Rosalyn was surprised it didn't smash

Trelawney was wringing her hands, her face was distressed and she was breathing heavily. "My- My- my dear, you have the grim."

"The grin? What's the grin?" Seamus asked as Rosalyn took her cup from the table and looked inside it.

A random Hufflepuff said. "Not the grin, you idiot, the grim!" He read from his book, "Taking the form of a giant shaggy dog, the grim is among the darkest omens in our world. It is the omen, of death."

Rosalyn rocked her teacup from side to side, trying to see it differently, but she couldn't un-see it. There was no denying it, the grim, from the description read and what she saw before her own eyes, was the exact same dog that she had seen at Kings Cross. And it was the omen of death.