Trouble, with Divination

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"I don't go looking for trouble," said Harry. "Trouble usually finds me." (PoA) Is this still true years later? One-shot; post DH/epilogue.

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The breakfast post had arrived. There were official letters from the Ministry of Magic, claiming-to-be-urgent letters from the Holyhead Harpies ex-players charitable fund-raising department, a handful of adverts and three bits of fan-mail, but the Potter family started with the most important post – the budget of letters from Hogwarts. Lily had vanished behind a mile-long epistle from Rose Weasley, while Ginny had put the rather forbidding staff letter with the Hogwarts crest on it to one side, and divided the boys' letters between herself and Harry.

"Oh, James..." she sighed.

Harry looked up from Al's enthusiastic descriptions of coming top in the Transfiguration test and blowing his cauldron up in Potions. "What's wrong with James?"

"Nothing's wrong with James," said Ginny, shaking her head. "He wants to know if he can have a replacement owl yet-"

"I have said," Harry broke in wearily, "he can have a new owl when he has saved ten Galleons towards it and when it becomes necessary in order for us to hear about what he's up to. And that won't be while the Professors are writing to us weekly about what he's up to." Harry gestured at the official Hogwarts letter. "That's McGonagall's handwriting. It must have been a fairly major peccadillo this week."

"Mmm..." Ginny nodded. "But I was sighing because they're all having to chose their extra subjects for third year. Never mind whether they would be interesting or useful, James wants to know whether Ancient Runes or Divination would be easier!"

"Oh, Divination, definitely," Harry grinned. "There's always the old stand-by of make it up, and as gloomily as possible if you're in Trelawny's class! You know," he added thoughtfully, "I don't really know why I failed Divination. I could have got top marks for accuracy every time. All I needed to say was 'I foresee trouble' – right every time!"

"Really...?" Ginny protested. "Long term?"

"Yes," said Harry. "First there was the bad trouble, and now-" He waved a hand at the boys' letters and Professor McGonagall's stern handwritten address and Lily, reading her letter with such concentration she had totally missed having tilted the half-full milk jug over onto the table cloth. "Now there's the good trouble!"

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