Annie and Hermione used their time-turners shortly after breakfast so that they could get to Divinations while their present selves went to Ancient Runes. They made their way quietly to the desk that Ron, Harry, and Dante shared. They had arrived just as Professor Trelawney began to explain what they were going to be practicing this semester. 

"Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. And together, we shall cast ourselves into the future! So, come! Take the teacup opposite of you." 

"What a load of rubbish," Hermione scoffed as she set down her bag. Annie had already sat down in her seat next to her brother. 

All three boys jumped, startled, before turning to face the two girls. Ron looked amazed, and confused. 

"When did the two of you get here?!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Us?" Annie echoed, pretending to be confused. "Hermione and I have been here this entire time." 

Ron glared suspiciously at the two girls before turning to face Professor Trelawney again, who was  interrogating Neville. 

"You, my dear boy! Is your grandmother well?" 

Neville furrowed his eyebrows, looking confused. "I — I think so?"

"Are you sure? I'm not so sure, dear! Give me that cup." Dean Thomas, who was Neville's partner in the class, hesitantly passed the cup to Professor Trelawney. "Hmmm. . . . pity." 

She set the cup back down. Dean looked confused and snatched the cup off the table, staring at the tealeaves. Professor Trelawney continued walking around the classroom, waiting for the next victim. She finally approached Annie, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Dante. She yelped when she saw Ron looking into the cup. 

"Oh! Your aura is pulsing, dear! Are you in the beyond? I think you are!" 

Ron looked more confused than startled. "Oh. Um, sure." 

"Are you so sure? Tell me what you see!" 

"Well, Harry's got himself a bit of wonky cross. That there means suffering. And that, there, looks like the sun. So it means, if you're going to suffer, you're going to be happy about it?"

Even though Annie was not who Ron was reading the tealeaves for, he exchanged quizzical looks with her. But Annie was trying hard to not laugh. She could see that Hermione was doing the same, too. 

"Are you so sure? Give me that cup!" Ron passed her the cup. But the China had barely touched her fingertips before she let out a yelp and tossed the cup back onto the saucer, acting as though the cup was a hot potato. She stared at Sera's brother with big eyes. "My dear," she breathed in horror. "You have . . . . the Grim!"

"The Grin?" Seamus asked stupidly as the class gasped in horror. Annie didn't believe in any of that shit. Even Harry looked full of disbelief. He grabbed the cup. "What's the Grin?"

"Not the Grin, you idiot. It's the Grim!" said fellow Gryffindor student, Bem. "It takes the form a giant spectral dog — known as the omen of death." 

****

It was time for Hagrid's class, Care for Magical Creatures. Annie was really looking forward to seeing Hagrid teach. She knew he had a love for magical creatures — dragons, specifically. Or anything that was considered dangerous. Although she was sure that the only creature would never adopt would be a Basilisk. 

"You don't think that the Grim has anything to do with Sirius Black, do you?" Ron asked after a long, awkward pause. 

"Oh, honestly, Ronald," Annie scoffed. "If you ask me, Divinations in a wooly discipline. Now. Ancient Runes. That's a more fascinating subject," she added adoringly. 

"Ancient Runes?" Harry exclaimed in awe. "Blimey, Annie and Hermione! How many subjects are you planning on taking this term? Are you planning on getting any sleep at all this year?" 

Annie ignored his second question and answered lightly, "A fair few." 

"Hang on," said Ron slowly. "That's not possible! Ancient Runes is the same time as Divinations! You and Hermione have to be in two classes at once! How are the two of you going to manage that?" 

"Oh, don't be so silly, Ronald," Annie scoffed, brushing his question aside. "How can anyone be in two classes at once?" She snorted and added in a false Professor Trelawney voice, "Broaden your minds. Use your Inner Eye to see the future!" 

"Gather around!" said Hagrid enthusiastically. "Gather around. Is everyone here? Excellent. A bit less chatting, if you don't mind. Now, I've got a bit of a treat for you today — a great lesson! Follow me!" 

Everyone continued chattering as they made their way into the shallow parts of the Forbidden Forest, where they were more safe. 

"Alright, everyone. A bit less chattering, if you don't mind. And turn your books to page 49." 

"Exactly, how do we do that?" Malfoy snarled. 

"You stroke the spine, of course! Goodness me." 

He walked away. In the meanwhile, Neville had forgotten to stroke the spine and the Monster Book of Monsters destroyed his robes.

"Don't be such a wimp, Longbottom," Malfoy drawled. 

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" Neville hastily reassured the third-years before the Monster Book of Monsters went back to destroying his robes again. 

Annie, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Dante went over to a large boulder and set their books down. Ron sighed, looking sympathetic, when he saw Neville's destroyed robes. But at least he had managed to train the Magical Creatures book. 

"You're  supposed to s-t-r-o-k-e it mate," he empathized. 

"Yeah," Neville agreed. 

"I think that they're funny," said Hermione flatly.

Unfortunately, Malfoy had heard them. They whipped around to face him.

"Oh, yeah. Terribly funny. Really witty. God, this place is going to the dogs! Wait until my father hears that this oaf is teaching classes." 

He and his fellow Slytherins burst out laughing. Annie dropped her book to the ground and slowly advanced on the Slytherin bully. 

"Shut up, Malfoy," she defended. 

Malfoy pretended to look scared. Annie's nostrils flared angrily. Malfoy got up to her face, advancing on her. But Annie stood her ground, holding her chin up high. Then, Malfoy looked scared. 

"D-D-Dementor! Dementor!" 

The Gryffindors whipped around to look behind them, only to see nothing. Annie assumed that they would literally have to feel the Dementor's presence before seeing them. When they turned to Malfoy and his crew again, they had pulled their hoods over their heads, pretending to be Dementors. 

Annie would have come forward and slapped him across the face, but Dante stopped her from getting into further trouble. He stuck his tongue out at his cousin before leading Annie back to their friend group. 

"Just ignore them, just ignore them," Dante chanted gently. 

Hagrid had reappeared, clearing his throat. He then motioned to a large, magical creature next to him. The creature had the head and wings of a hawk, the body, tail, and hind legs of a horse. It croaked loudly, looking proud of itself. 

"Isn't he beautiful?" said Hagrid lovingly. He tossed the creature a dead ferret. "Say 'hello' to Buckbeak!" 

"Hagrid," said Dante faintly. "What the bloody hell is that?" 

"That, Dante, is a Hippogriff. First thing you want to know about Hippogriffs, is that they are very proud creatures. Very easily offended. You do not want  to insult a Hippogriff. It might be the last thing you'll ever do. Now, who wants to be the first to say 'hello'?"

Most of the students had backed away. Neville had actually ducked behind the large boulder. The only person that still stood rooted on the spot was Harry. When Hagrid called him forward, Annie nervously prodded him in the back to make him go. 

Hagrid gave Harry the proper instructions, which he succeeded in. The Hippogriff seemed to have taken a liking to Harry, much to Annie's relief. But the process to gain the creature's trust was quite intense. So intense that, halfway through, Annie had accidentally gripped Dante's wrist tightly. They both noticed and Annie quickly removed her hands from his, turning their attention to Annie's brother once again. 

Annie was even more surprised that Hagrid said that Harry could ride on the Hippogriff's back. Harry strongly refused, protesting as Hagrid lifted him onto the Hippogriff's back. Annie was anxious for her twin the entire time, hoping that nothing bad had happened to him. She was relieved when the Hippogriff touched down, still carrying Harry safely on his back. 

"Oh, please," Malfoy scoffed as he got to his feet. Hagrid lifted Harry off the Hippogriff's back. They spoke quietly before Malfoy got right up on the Hippogriff's face. "Yes. You're not dangerous at all, are you? Are you, you great, big, ugly brute?" 

That was Buckbeak's finally straw. He reared on his hindlegs, making Harry back away into the nearest tree, protecting himself. The students screamed. Hagrid finally managed to calm the beast down.

"Buckbeak?! Away, you silly creature!" 

He distracted Buckbeak with another dead ferret, which the Hippogriff gladly took. In the meanwhile, Malfoy was on the ground, groaning dramatically. 

"It's killed me! It's killed me!" he wailed dramatically. 

Hagrid's face had gone pale. "C-Calm down! It's only just a scratch!" 

"Hagrid!" said Dante anxiously. He ran forward. "He has to be taken to the hospital!"

"I'm the teacher, I'll do it!" 

Hagrid lifted the flailing Malfoy off the ground. "Class dismissed!" 

"You and your bloody chicken! My father will hear about this! You're gonna regret it!" 

The Hippogriff had approached Harry again with a look of adoration in his eyes. Still hesitant after Malfoy's attack, Harry petted the Hippogriff's beak, which the creature seemed to enjoy, as he was croaking happily.