It turns out that I have "The Sight"
The majority of my HP predictions over the years had failed to come to be. Then I made my magical Snape is the Half-Blood Prince prediction and I thought I could live off that one for the rest of my life. But as it turns out, it wasn't my only correct HBP prediction. I was cleaning out some old files on my computer when I came across this one that I last worked on, on June 28, 2005, 18 days before the release . . .
Hermione looked at her watch with a smile breaking across her face. “We’re nearly there. This is exciting, isn’t it? Sixth year, getting into gear for our N.E.W.T. level classes, working out what we might do for a career after Hogwarts.”
Harry bit back a smile as he caught Ron rolling his eyes. In typical fashion, Hermione’s excitement over the new school year was progressing the closer the Hogwarts Express got to the castle.
“Seriously,” she demanded, “won’t it be great to finally be in some of the upper level classes? I’m looking forward to all of us being together in Transfiguration, aren’t you?”
Ron laughed. “Nice try, but I’m still not telling you how I did on my O.W.L.s.”
She folded her arms across her chest and frowned. “Why not? I’ve told you how I’ve done.”
“Multiple times. How many O.W.L.s was it? Five?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Eleven.”
Ron made a big show of slapping his forehead. “Right. Eleven. How could I have forgotten?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed even further, and Ron broke from the teasing, reaching out and placing his hand on her forearm. “And I’m certain that it was the most O.W.L.s that anyone in our year got. You know that we’re both proud of you. You deserve it. No one works harder than you.”
Harry could tell, by the way she was fighting back a smile, that Hermione wasn’t sure if Ron was being completely serious, but the combination of words and touch seemed to have disarmed her.
She sighed. “So neither of you are looking forward to anything?”
“Quidditch,” answered Harry.
Ron nodded. “It’ll be good to have you back on the team.”
Hermione shifted to get a better look out the window. Her sudden movement caused Ron to notice that he was still resting his hand on her forearm, and he quickly moved it away as if it had gotten too hot to touch.
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That's right boys & girls. I predicted Hermione's eleven O.W.L.S. weeks before they happened!
Tonight's lottery numbers are: 2, 12, 19, 33, 45, 87
:D
Hermione looked at her watch with a smile breaking across her face. “We’re nearly there. This is exciting, isn’t it? Sixth year, getting into gear for our N.E.W.T. level classes, working out what we might do for a career after Hogwarts.”
Harry bit back a smile as he caught Ron rolling his eyes. In typical fashion, Hermione’s excitement over the new school year was progressing the closer the Hogwarts Express got to the castle.
“Seriously,” she demanded, “won’t it be great to finally be in some of the upper level classes? I’m looking forward to all of us being together in Transfiguration, aren’t you?”
Ron laughed. “Nice try, but I’m still not telling you how I did on my O.W.L.s.”
She folded her arms across her chest and frowned. “Why not? I’ve told you how I’ve done.”
“Multiple times. How many O.W.L.s was it? Five?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Eleven.”
Ron made a big show of slapping his forehead. “Right. Eleven. How could I have forgotten?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed even further, and Ron broke from the teasing, reaching out and placing his hand on her forearm. “And I’m certain that it was the most O.W.L.s that anyone in our year got. You know that we’re both proud of you. You deserve it. No one works harder than you.”
Harry could tell, by the way she was fighting back a smile, that Hermione wasn’t sure if Ron was being completely serious, but the combination of words and touch seemed to have disarmed her.
She sighed. “So neither of you are looking forward to anything?”
“Quidditch,” answered Harry.
Ron nodded. “It’ll be good to have you back on the team.”
Hermione shifted to get a better look out the window. Her sudden movement caused Ron to notice that he was still resting his hand on her forearm, and he quickly moved it away as if it had gotten too hot to touch.
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That's right boys & girls. I predicted Hermione's eleven O.W.L.S. weeks before they happened!
Tonight's lottery numbers are: 2, 12, 19, 33, 45, 87
:D