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Harry thought it was only Trelawny.
Really, McGonagall said that she did it to every class.
But it wasn't only Trelawny.
Harry read his own Palm.
Ron and Hermione read his palm.
They read his tea leaves.
They read his stars.
His lifeline, if he ever had one, wasn't there.
The dreams, if they were ever not Voldemort, prophesied death.
The stars predicted his daily demise.
All three saw it.
Seers far and wide, be they carnival hacks, or world renown, only saw death in his future.
Harry finally stopped looking.
He felt Very...dead.