Sherie P. Ghim

What if Harry had a twin by the name of Sherie, whom had lived halfway across the world with a muggle family until she is shipped to her "Aunt" and discovers she is a witch. Unaware of her brother, she goes through life at Hogwarts. What happens when she meets Draco Malfoy or her very own twin Harry Potter? While never knowing her own past...

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17. Chapter Seventeen: Divination and New Beginnings

 When I entered the great hall this morning, The first thing I saw I was a Draco Malfoy pretending to faint because of dementors. Apparently Potter had fainted when the horrid creature entered the compartment. I will say that I was pretty close to that myself. The creature was ghastly and all the Slytherins surrounding him laugh like it's the funniest thing in the world. 
        I take a seat next to Will and Riley and eat my breakfast only a little bit. I feel weak, as though my strength has been taken away. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the tossing and turning in bed, the image of my grandmother seeping into my thoughts and rooting their like a weed. I can't stop thinking about her, it's so sad. When Carmen makes her way over here, she glares at Malfoy and her brother. I have a feeling that they got into an argument again.
        "Can I go punch Malfoy over there?"
        "No."
        "But why?" She asks in a whine.
        "You'll get in trouble." I reply tiredly.
        "True," She says while sitting down. "And he's just not worth it." 
        No, I agree! He isn't worth it anymore. Like I said, I'm done with the fighting. I'm finished. I am physically and mentally exhausted from the fighting and the battles. I want it to be over with. I glance over at him and he continues to do those impressions like before.  
        I continue to eat quietly, nibbling on my food. We are supposed to start new classes this year. I had chosen  Divination and Care of magical creatures. I wanted to do more but new I wouldn't be capable of it. I don't want to dedicate every free moment of my time to work. It would be so boring. 
        When the prefects pass out our new schedules, I see that I have Divination today and Care of Magical creatures with the Gryffindors. I groan as I look at Potter, a class with him. Peachy (note sarcasm.)
        It takes me a good forty-five minutes to locate the Divination classroom, with Riley, in the North Tower.  I had to go up so many winding staircases that were so steep. Let's say that I'm not the most physically active and this sure was a workout. When we climb the last bit of stairs, we end up on this landing where there were no doors, but a trap door on the ceiling that read "Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher."  
        "How on earth do we get up there?" Asks Riley, pointing at the door. As though answering her question, stairs descend. I climb up carefully and emerge into the oddest classroom I have ever seen. It looked like a cross between an attic and tea shop. All the windows were covered and there were maybe twenty small circular tables crammed in here, along with arm chairs and poufs. The fire in the fireplace gave off a sickly smelling perfume. The lamps were covered with red scarves and the shelves were packed with various objects and crystal balls. Riley and I sit around a small table in the front of our room. I glance next to me and see Potter, Hermione, and Ron sitting maybe three tables down. I mentally groan. 
        "Welcome, How nice to see you in the physical world at last,"
        I nearly shriek as she emerges into the firelight from the shadows. The first thing I think of upon seeing her is a sparkling bug. Her glasses magnify her eyes greatly and she wears a shawl around her shoulders. She wears many beads and jewelry that it's ridiculous. 
        "Sit, my children, sit." She says. Everyone sits down awkwardly and she begins class. "Welcome to Divination," She says from a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." My mouth drops a bit, is she serious? "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I can teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field..."
        I chuckle and glance at Hermione who looks shocked. For once there is a subject that she can do only little in, Finally. 
        "Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and sudden disappearing, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future, It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy," She says, pointing to Neville who nearly falls down. "Is your Grandmother well?" I feel my breath hitch in my throat. Grandmother...
        "I think so," He says nervously. 
        "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear. We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to Palmistry. By the way, my dear," She shoots suddenly at Parvati Patil. "beware a red-haired man." I chuckle loudly as she scoots her chair away from a flabbergasted Ron who was sitting behind her. 
        "In second term, we shall progress to the crystal ball- if we have finished with the fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever."
        There is a very tense silence before she continues. We get our teacups and drink the scalding the tea quickly as she hovers over all of us. Then we switch. 
        "Let's see,"I state looking at her cup. " I see what looks like an arrow which means bad news," I say, reading from unfogging the future book. " A dancer, which means disappointment. I also see an Ivy leaf which means reliable friends" I grin at that. "And finally.... A devil..." I whisper the last word.
        "A what?" She asks confused.
        "A Devil, which means, evil influences." I say. 
        Her eyes go wide and she looks down at my cup.
        "I don't see anything.." Riley mutters.
        "Allow me..." Trails off the Professor. She grabs my cup and begins turning it counter-clockwise.  "Ah, an enemy, the circle and dot, a new start." She continues to turn it. " Bush- a new friend." I look at her in confusion, an enemy and a new start, a new friend?
        "Broom- ah my dear, you will have a false friend among you." The entire classroom was now staring at me oddly. 
        "A skull and dagger- danger ahead, and enemies." And with a final turn she tell me my last one.
        "A key- a troublesome secret..." 
        She hands the cup back to Riley and looks at me.
        "You have a lot in your future dear," She is about to turn around until, "Oh, your new start will happen this evening." She states matter of factly. She moves on to the other students and reaches Harry.
        "What do you think it means by evil influence?" Riley asks while fidgeting with her cup.
        "I don't know," I say shrugging. "I apparently will become friends with an enemy and have a new start tonight, I have a false friend and danger in my path. Then finally, a troublesome secret. The thing is I don't have a secret. It's probably just a bunch of rubbish." The one thing I'm afraid of, is this "rubbish" becoming real. I hear a scream and see the Professor sit into an armchair with her eyes closed and a hand over her heart.
        "My dear boy...my poor, dear boy...no...it is kinder not to say...no...don't ask me..."
        "What is it, Professor?" Asks Dean Thomas at once. Everyone had gotten up and walked to Potter's table, myself included.'
        "My dear," Her eyes open dramatically. "you have the Grim."
        "The what?" Asks a confused Harry. 
        "The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" She exclaims. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen, the worst omen,- of death!" I gasp and stare at her in shock. Hermione had gotten up and made a snarky comment, making the Professor dislike her more with each passing moment. I have never heard Hermione talk to a teacher like that. She must really hate her.
        When we pack our things, I get out of their was fast as I can. Is that woman crazy? Like, honestly. An enemy becomes a friend? A false friend to come? She's nuts. All during lunch, Riley just stared at her food, lost in thought. 
        "What's wrong with her?" Carmen asks, pointing at Riley.
        "Divination, She is apparently going to get bad news and be disappointed, have a good friend and than be taken over by evil influences," I say, mildly sarcastic. 
        "Fun," She says, nodding her head. "And yours?" She asks, taking a seat next to me. I let out a single laugh.
        "Well, I am going to have a new start with an enemy and become friends with them, then, I will have a false friend in the future and there is danger in my path. Oh and I have a troublesome secret." I say, waving my hand slowly for dramatic emphasis.
        "Interesting," She says. "I wonder what mine would be." She mutters thoughtfully.
        When lunch ends, I make my way across the damp ground, under the pale grey skies. It was a beautiful and clear day and I was walking with Riley to my first every class on magical creatures. 
        When Hagrid had led all of us from his hut, I started to grow worried. What is he planning?
        "Everyone gather 'round the fence here! That's it- make sure yeh can see- now, firs' thing yen'll want ter do is open yer books-"
        "How?" asks Malfoy's voice.
        "Eh?" replies Hagrid.
        "How do we open our books?" He repeats, looking at his odd book. I had belted mine shut after it tried to pretty much murder Anna.  
        Hagrid asks if any of us has been able to open our books. I was successful with the help of Auntie so I raise my hand. The rest of the class just shakes their heads. 
        "Yeh've got to stroke 'em. Look-"
        He takes Hermione's book and strokes the spine. It shivers and falls open in his large hand. 
        "Oh, how silly we've all been!" He sneers. "We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!"
        "I-I thought they were funny." Says Hagrid uncertainly to Hermione and then looks at me. I give him a reassuring smile.
        "Oh tremendously funny! Really witty, giving us books that try to rip our hands off." Malfoy continues.
        "Just buzz off Malfoy, it is not that big a deal." I say while yawning. He gives me a half glare and my head droops a little. I'm so tired. 
        When Hagrid strode away to get the creature, Malfoy had made another comment staring directly at me while saying it. He is trying to get a reaction out of me, I can tell. To bad I don't care anymore. Potter tells him to shut up and Hagrid comes back with a dozen of the most bizarre creatures I had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what appeared to be giant eagles. Their beaks were steel colored and bright orange eyes. All were attached with a chain that was in the hands of Hagrid. Everyone drew back a fraction when he tethered them to the fence.
        "Hippogriffs!" He roars happily, waving a hand at us. "Beaut'iful aren' they?"
        I stare at the beautiful creature in front of me, it standing proudly. It's feathers were various hues and shades that made me stare at it in awe.
        "Sp, if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer-" Many just stay where they are but I simply walk up to the fence. "Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' hippogriffs is , they're proud," he says. "Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do."
        I look over and see Malfoy and his goons talking under breaths. When Malfoy looks at me, I look away and ignore them. I don't want to know. I just hope that if he does do something it's to Harry and not Hagrid.
        " Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs' move, It's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt. Right- who wants ter go first?"
        Most of the class backs away further, even I am apprehensive. 
        "I'll go," I say, but another voice is mixed in with mine. Potter and I look at each other. I gesture towards the creature and take a step back, saying he can go. He climbs over the fence quickly. 
        Hagrid unties one of the chains and pulls a gray hippogriff away from the others. Everyone is holding their breath while Malfoy's eyes narrow.I just plop against a tree and listen to the scene. When I look up next, the creature is bowing to Harry and Hagrid makes Potter ride it. When he returns, we all cautiously climb into the area. I bow to one and wait steadily for it to bow back. I stare into it's bright orange eye, and steadily, it returns the gesture. I walk up carefully to the hippogriff and pat the back of its neck.
        "This is very easy," Malfoy drags out from buckbeak who is next to me. " I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" He says to hippogriff. "Are you, you great ugly brute?" 
        "Malfoy!" I scream. It happened so fast that you would barely realized what happened. Hagrid grabs buckbeak's collar and hold him back as he goes after a bleeding Malfoy on the ground. He had made a high pitched scream and was now holding his arm. 
        "I'm dying!" He yells. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!"
        I go over there and kneel down, and see a large, deep gash on his arm. 
        When Hagrid runs up the slope with a bleeding Malfoy in his arms, we follow him at a walk. All the Slytherins were complaining and a Pansy Parkinson was most frantic. When we make it to the abandoned great hall, she runs up to go check on him. I hope he's alright... What am I thinking? 
        All through the rest of the afternoon, I was thinking about Malfoy in the Hospital wing. I should be crazy, honestly. Only if we were on a neutral ground, I could weirdly see him as a friend. What am I THINKING? I must be crazy, but it's true, I could. I don't know why, but I could totally see that. I shake my head, I must be crazy. 
        I'm sitting in the common room, lost in thought and oblivious to the world. That is, until Will walks over and decides to talk to me.
        "I have an idea about what you're thinking Sherie." He says, shaking his head. 
        "What?"
        "What?" He asks again.
        "What do you think I'm thinking?" I ask, continuing to stare at the wall. 
        "You're worried," He says. "About Malfoy."
        I quickly turn my head. "What?"
        "You are worried about Malfoy."
        "No I'm not," I say, but it's a lie. 
        "Yes you are," He counters. "Go check on him, I know you care. Go ahead. I can tell you two would be good friends, I will admit. Just go and check on him."
        I stare at him oddly. Should I go check on him? I don't know. I finally relent and start walking out of the common room.
 

I stand in front of the large oak doors of the hospital wing, my hand hovering slightly to open it. Why was I doing this? Shouldn’t I be glad he nearly lost an arm?All the other houses are, but why not me? I don’t get it. For anyone walking by I must look stupid standing here staring at the door. It was close to curfew and the skies outside were now dark, appearing as though they had been painted with ink. I hadn’t realized how much time I had spent standing here in hesitation. What am I afraid of? I shouldn’t be afraid to go in. I’m not afraid, I am anxious. I don’t even understand myself as to why I will go in there. Maybe it is part of me wanting to get on neutral ground, a truce, to end our constant bickering and fights, to stop wasting time.

    I summon my courage and pull open the door, walking in quietly. I can see Malfoy laying in his bed and by his stiff posture, I can tell that he was awake but had not yet noticed my presence. As I move closer I awkwardly stand there with my arms crossed looking at my feet. When I look back up he is staring at me surprised. I bite my lower lip as we stare at eachother. His face is a mix of shock, confusion, even anger I think. Most of all, he is puzzled. Puzzled as to why one of his worst enemies is standing in front of him while he is injured, his arm in a splint. Then that snarl returns.

    “Come to finish me off have you Ghim?” He asks. Trying to hide his confusion with spite but utterly failing in my opinion, I can see right through it.

    “No.”
    There is a moment where we just look at each other. I gesture to the end of the bed and stutter a bit.
   “Um….May I sit?” I ask. He looks a little confused but doesn’t respond which I will take as an alright. I sit down slowly on the end of the bed, it sinking a bit with the added weight. I stare awkwardly at my feet. What am I here to say? Oh my gosh I’m an idiot.
  “Um, How’s your arm?” I ask hesitantly.
  “It’d be fine,” He replies, “If it weren’t for that bloody bird.”
    My head shoots up and I almost glare at him, he looks a little surprised at my sudden change of mood.

   “Don’t say that Draco, that’s just being stupid. Honestly, it was your own fault. You are the one who didn’t listen to Hagrid.” I say, slightly annoyed. Now he stares at me as though he is trying to figure me out or that I have two heads. What did I say? My annoyed state starts to fade as the moments passed. Finally he speaks with confusion etched in his voice.
 “You called me Draco...:”
  “What?”
 
 “You called me Draco,” He states again, more clearly this time. I nearly facepalm right there. I did? Why did I do that?    “Yeah, so?” I say, trying to pull it off as though it were nothing. He just looks at me. I can’t seem to decipher the look on his face. It’s almost emotionless.
  “You never call me Draco.”
 We lapse into silence again, I can feel heat rising to my cheeks as we look at each other, the awkwardness growing.
   “You care.”
   
“What?’
    
He said it so plainly that it caught me off guard.
   
“No I don’t” I reply a little to hastily.
   
“You care.” he says again.
   
“Fine!” I yell angrily, I was in no mood to argue and I didn’t care like in a romantic way, more of a friendly way. “I care! I care if you’re hurt or not!”
   
 “Unlike most,” He says, almost sadly.
  
 “NOT TRUE! The entire Slytherin house was here right after this happened!” I shout, pointing to his arm. “THEY CARE!”
    
He nearly stands up but decides against it and argues with me from where he is.
   
“You don’t get it!” He yells angrily. “ They don’t actually care! They only care because of my status! UNLIKE THEM SHERIE YOU ACTUALLY CARE!”
    
I stare at him with my mouth gaping it little bit. He called me Sherie, he never calls me Sherie. I also had never actually thought of it like that. It’s so sad but I can see by the look on his face that it’s true. He looked vulnerable and in fraction of a second he didn’t look it anymore. I grab his hand and he freezes, he looks as though he could be carved from stone.
    
“I just want to be done with it all, you take pride in being an obnoxious asshole. If you actually acted like a decent person around me we could be really good friends, I can already tell we’d get along.”
 
    When I let go of his hand he unfreezes and is lost in thought and stares at the wall behind me. I start to get up.
   
 “Bye Draco,” I say, using his actual name and start to walk off. As I’m about to make it to the doors he replies back.          “Bye Sherie…”
    As I’m walking away, I have a feeling of relief. Honestly I had thought that we would remain enemies forever. I thought he would yell for me to get out or pull his wand at me. I guess now we have achieved something greater. Will and Riley may be upset, but I believe now, that I have broken down a wall, we can build a new one. One of friendship rather than spite. I believe this is the beginning of something new.

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