Actualy, Professor Trelawney made
already several known correct predictions. These were: (J10O15N141)
Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from
the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.
" 'Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading
... it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October.' "
" 'Oh, and dear' ... she caught Neville by the arm as he made
to stand up ... 'after you've broken your first cup, would you be
so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather
attached to the pink.' "
"My dear", Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically,
"You have the Grim." "The what?" said 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.
"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!"
" '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
Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became a good deal less misty.
" 'If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor
Lupin will not be with us for very long. He seems aware, himself,
that his time is short. He positively fled when I offered to crystal
gaze for him...' "
" 'The fates have informed me that your examination in June
will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice.'
" (I know, I know, this is a cheap one.)
" 'There is something here' " Professor Trelawney whispered,
lowerng her face to the ball, so that it was reflected twice in
her huge glasses. " 'Something moving... but what is it?' "
... "My dear Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry.
" 'It is here, plainer than ever before... my dear, stalking
toward you, growing ever closer... the Gr...' " " 'Oh,
for goodness' sake!' " said Hermione loudly. " 'Not that
ridiculous Grim again!' " (A repeat)
"Fine!" said Hermione suddenly, getting up and cramming
Unfogging the Future back into her bag. "Fine!" she repeated,
swinging the bag over her shoulder and almost knocking Ron off his
chair. "I give up! I'm leaving!" " 'Ooooo!' "
said Lavender suddenly, making everyone start. " 'Ooooo, Professor
Trelawney, I've just remembered! You saw her leaving, didn't you?
Didn't you, Professor? 'Around Easter, one of our number will leave
us forever!' You said it ages ago, Professor!' " Professor
Trelawney gave her a dewy smile.
" 'Yes, my dear, I did indeed know that Miss Granger would
be leaving us.'
" 'IT WILL HAPPEN TONIGHT.' " ... "... Professor
Trelawney spoke again, in the same harsh voice, quite unlike her
own: " 'THE DARK LORD LIES ALONE AND FRIENDLESS, ABANDONED
BY HIS FOLLOWERS. HIS SERVANT HAS BEEN CHAINED THESE TWELVE YEARS.
TONIGHT, BEFORE MIDNIGHT... THE SERVANT WILL BREAK FREE AND SET
OUT TO REJOIN HIS MASTER. THE DARK LORD WILL RISE AGAIN WITH HIS
SERVANTS AID, GREATER AND MORE TERRIBLE THAN EVER HE WAS. TONIGHT...
BEFORE MIDNIGHT... THE SERVANT... WILL SET OU... TO REJOIN... HIS