The divination class was nothing like what Thomas, nor his friend thought it would be. The whole thing was boring and with little to no actual real purpose other than maybe finding if you are going to have bad luck or worse.
Sadly, for Thomas, their teacher had read in his tea that this year, he would meet both misfortune and fortune, making him just as confused as everyone else. However, what the young host of Apocalypse was the impending doom that would come for his life by the end of the year.
Once he heard that, Thomas decided that despite being the first week back at Hogwarts, he was going to skip the rest of the day and go back to his room, something that none of his friends tried to talk him out of it. Not even Hermione could bring herself to force her friend, despite knowing all too well that Thomas would go his next class if she talks him into doing it.
After each of them went to their next class, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to Professor's McGonagall's transfiguration class. When they finally found the class, they chose a seat right at the back of the room, feeling as though they were sitting in a very bright spotlight, while the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at them, almost like they were expecting Harry to do something to fulfill the future they heard from their divination class. Neither Harry, Ron nor Hermione 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.
"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."
Everybody's heads turned toward Harry, Ron and Hermione again, but nobody spoke. Then Hermione let out a sight before raising 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. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"
Everyone stared at her.
"Thomas Grayson," said Harry, finally.
"I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry and Hermione with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill 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 …"
"With all due respected, professor, but the way Professor Trelawney told us Thomas would meet his end was not exactly a simple death. While she didn't go too much in detail for some reason, she was scared of being anywhere near him almost like she feared she too would meet the same end." Hermione said feeling worse by the second, just thinking that her cr… friend might die this year.
"Miss Granger, are you certain that Sybill had reacted in such a direct and unprofessional way when she read Mr. Grayson's tea?"
"Yes, professor. The moment, Professor Trelawney read in the cup, she throws it as far away as she could before moving as far away from Thomas as possible, all while mumbling the same thing over and over again, calling Thomas a harbinger of death."
"This is not something usual, even for Sybill."
She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "But last time I saw him, Mr. Grayson looked in excellent health to me, and there didn't seem to have been anything wrong with him. If there's nothing more, let's continue today's lesson."
A few hours later, McGonagall found herself inside the headmaster's office alongside Snape, Flitwick and to her surprise a very scared-looking Sybill. Considering all the rumors and what Mrs. Granger had told her today, she was more than sure what was the purpose of this sudden gathering.
"Good evening, everyone. Please, take a seat. I'm sorry to summon you here at such short notice, but we have a grave situation on our hands. As you may have heard, Sybill Trelawney has made a very disturbing prophecy about one of our students. Thomas Grayson, to be exact. She claims that he will die a horrible death before the end of the year, and that he is somehow connected to a dark force that threatens us all. I need to know the details of her vision, and how reliable it is. And I also need to know how Thomas is doing, and how we can help him. Filius, you are his Head of House, and you know him best. Severus, Minerva, you are his professors, and you have seen his potential. I value your opinions and suggestions on this matter."
Sybill Trelawney cleared her throat nervously and looked at the faces of the other teachers.
"I-I saw a terrible sight in Mr. Grayson's tea leaves, Headmaster. A sight that chilled me to the bone. I saw an enormous shadow behind the boy, a shadow capable of devouring Earth. The Harbinger of Apocalypse, Headmaster. The sign of the end. And I saw it hovering over Mr. Grayson, as if he was marked by death to end everything. And I saw dark flames, Headmaster. Flames that consumed everything around him. Flames that heralded the end of the world. And I heard a voice, Headmaster. A voice that whispered in my ear. A voice that said, 'He is the one. He is the key. He will open the seal. He will unleash the darkness. He will bring the apocalypse.' And then I saw nothing, Headmaster. Nothing but darkness and despair."
She shuddered and wrapped her shawl around her shoulders, before looking at Dumbledore, hoping for some reassurance. But Dumbledore's face was grave and thoughtful. He did not speak for a long time, instead the headmaster looked at the other teachers, who were equally silent and shocked. Luckly, Snape was the first to break the silence.
"Ridiculous," he sneered. "Utter nonsense, Trelawney! You are wasting our time and scaring the students with your fantasies. Thomas Grayson is a talented and intelligent young wizard, not some harbinger of doom. He has nothing to do with the end of the world. He is one of my best students, and I will not stand by and let you slander him with your lies."
However, Snape's voice was harsh and cold, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He had seen Grayson's skills and abilities, and he had been impressed by them. No matter how much he tried no to show it, he had seen how quickly the boy learned new spells and potions, how easily he mastered complex theories and techniques, how confidently he performed under pressure and challenge. Not to mention that despite only being thirteen years old, the boy had already an impressive combat portfolio ranging from creatures, to actual beings that would have not a problem taking down most of the teacher in the school in a one against one confrontation, making him quite a sought asset for many departments in the Ministry. Severus had seen how Thomas had surpassed his expectations and his peers, to the point of having Dumbledore asking him to teach the boy the art of shielding his mind from external intrusion, and he had been amazed by how well he had progressed. Thomas had reached a level of proficiency that few could match, and he had done so in a matter of months, while for most it took years if not decades to achieve the same level of mastery.
"Severus, please, calm down," Flitwick said in his squeaky voice. "There is no need to be so harsh and rude. Sybill is only telling us what she saw, and she is clearly shaken by it. Whether we believe her or not, we should at least listen to her and try to understand what she had seen. But I can see, she is not lying. She is genuinely concerned for Thomas, as we all are. He is a remarkable young wizard, and we all want him to succeed and live a long and happy life. But we also have to consider the possibility that he might be in danger, and that he might need our help. We can't ignore or dismiss a prophecy, even if it seems unlikely or impossible. We have to be prepared for anything, and we have to work together to protect him and the school."
For the first time in years, Albus-many-names-Dumbledore looked like he aged a hundred years in an instant. Both Severus and Filius were right and as much as he would rather believe that muggles can soon live on another planet than to believe that the end of the world would soon befall on Earth, he couldn't dismiss a prophecy.
In the end, Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He looked at the four professors who were sitting around the table, waiting for him to speak. He knew they were all worried about the prophecy that Trelawney had uttered, and he wished he had some answers for them. But he didn't. He had never heard of such a prophecy before, and he had no idea what it meant or how it related to Thomas Grayson. He knew that the boy was special, and that he had a great destiny ahead of him just like young Harry. But what kind of destiny? And what role will he play in the fate of the world?
"I'm sorry, my friends," he said finally, breaking the silence. "I don't know what to make of this prophecy. It is unlike anything I have ever encountered, and I fear it may be beyond my understanding. But I will not give up hope. I will try to find out more about it, and see if there is any way to prevent it from coming true. I have a friend who might be able to help me. His name is Mephisto Pheles, and he is an expert on ancient and obscure lore. Unlike us, Mephisto has access to some old tomes that may contain some clues or references to this prophecy. I will contact him as soon as possible, and ask him to look into it for me."
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