Don't Taunt the Uknown.....
Don't Taunt the unkonwn
by
Ranma151773012 and Coolsilverboi
Ron was knee deep in divination homework, Professor Trelawny caught onto Ron faking his work after her star pupils brought it to her attention, cheaters never prosper and stupid people never know when to quit. "If I can't get away with bullshitting the assignment I'll get some outside help heh heh heh...
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"Thank you for callin for ya free psychic readan," It's had been years since Miss Cleo had a real premonition. She had been the most promising divination grad from the small jamaican witch, wizard, and VooDoo Med School but that all had changed since she was accused of being a fake. Her professors had always warned her if she wanted her premonitions to be right she should always devote herself 100%. She had no time to dwell on the past now as she had a call coming through. She could tell right away that the boy on the other end of the phone was not her normal muggle type-client.
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Um....yes...uh....um.. I need some guidance, my brothers said you were the best person to talk to for Divination help. You see I am studying divination at Hog....at school and I just can't get the vision to come to me." Ron was disturbed by the woman's strange accent, and what had his mother and father said about talking to things if you couldn't see it's brain? "Oh who cares?" Ron thought with a smirk. Free was free.
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"Miss Cleo is glad ya' be callen! I be needin' a good way to stretch my magical mind ya? I can see straight into the future...and I see a black dog. Could it be the grim ya?" Miss Cleo saw carnage and sadness, why had fate chosen to send her such a sad boy's fate. "Miss Cleo has the need to tell ya' that bad things may be ahead. As a muggle movie lady once said now, honey, you in danger ya?"
Ron didn't like where this was headed, but wait, Dog? "Oh, that's rich lady. Look, I already know about the dog alright. He's already come and gone. I would hope that someone who was the least bit psychic could see into the future, not the past. What a waste of time!"
Miss Cleo was upset by the uppity british child. "Look Chile', MISS CLEO is only tellin' ya' what she sees! Ya? I hope the great fluffy one rips ya' a new one. Oh, and by the way, only the first minute was free!" Miss Cleo hung up. "What a poncer."
"Oh, I'm in so much trouble." Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I'm so afraid of the big bad grim. Hermione was right. Great Uncle Algie must have just died some other way..." Ron walked away from the phone and saw a small black dog. Its little toungue lolled out of its mouth. It looked small and harmless. Like a little toy poodle. "Ah, here we are. The Grim ladies and gentleman!" The dog tilted its head and gave Ron an annoyed look. "Are you going to hurt me little doggie. Huh? Are you? Stupid little monster." He pushed past the little dog and didn't see it's eyes go red.
"Growl, Yip, GrOWWWWL!" Ron turned around and Fluffy, Destroyer of Worlds smiled in his own way as the young man burst into flames and imploded into nothing.
