Disclaimer: I do not own or make any profit from this fic. I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, the plot is mine however and so are any characters I might make up.

How was he suppose to know that this would happen? A black blur could be seen running and jumping over obstacles as if his very life depended on it. The Master of Death, formerly known as Harry James Potter, was silently cursing his own curiosity and his servants sadistic tendencies, all the while he continued to run not daring to look back.

He had been bored, Harry had spent a millennium watching humankind evolve, fight wars, adapt, honestly he needed entertainment, so what if he decided to spread a virus that created zombie like creatures in an attempt to recreate a zombie apocalypse? Granted it hadn't been one of his best ideas, not only did he have a lot of paperwork as a result but Death was working double and the reapers also had to deal with the paperwork, he had basically thrown a wrench into the system. And boy was Death pissed. The entity had actually sent him amidst the zombie apocalypse in a human body of all things, and here he found himself running from flesh eating dead corpses. But the Master of Death was resourceful, so while running for his life and cursing Death, Harry gathered his magic and tugged. With a loud crack Harry went tumbling through the rifts of the universes and the fabric of time, the last thing he heard was the scream of sheer rage and frustration of his minion Mort.

Harry smiled at his students, "My name is Hadrian Azazel Mortimus welcome to Divination I hope to teach you how to hone your talents and flush out all the useless information your last professor gave you" he said. Harry still couldn't believe he was stuck teaching Divination of all things, but it was either this of Defense and frankly he doubted Death would check to see if Harry happened to be teaching divination.

He had landed on the edges of Hogsmeade village in the midst of an attack, he had only defended himself from the attackers and it had taken him a few seconds to realize that he had landed in the 1940's at the height of Grindelwald's reign. As luck would have it not only was the deputy headmaster present during the awesome skills Harry had shown, but so was the headmaster of the school. They had tried to ensnare him into teaching Defense but Harry was quick on his feet and creative. He claimed that he had seen the attack happening thus being able to predict his enemy's movements. Proud of himself he had missed the exchange between the two convening men and had found himself saddled with the divination position. Because look what a coincidence they had just lost their divination professor. The stupid woman had died of fright after reading her tea leaves wrong, Harry had agreed to the job in the end, because not only did he not have money on his person but he was still hiding from Death and that horrible, horrible paperwork. He shuddered silently at the thought of Death's wrath and the monumental paperwork he would have to deal with.

Blinking he turned to his students and shot them a smile, "Thank Merlin there are only a two months left of school, the summer will be a great time for you to practice your divination skills. Now in this bowl I have little pieces of paper that deal with a branch of divination, because I only have two moths to teach you anything useful one of you will be picking our lessons. So come on stick your hand in there and pick a subject. Ah excellent looks like we will be looking at animal entrails!"

Harry's eccentric nature quickly garnered him strange looks but his effective methods of teaching and his students ability to actually make accurate predictions stunned the student population and professors. Of course not everything went smoothly.

"Professor Palmida said we need this to open our inner eye" a young Gryffindor girl stated as Harry watched incredulously as the girl practically drowned herself in incense. "Well Palmida died of fright when she read her tea leaves wrong, I think that tells you something about her character" Harry replied dryly. "Professor Palmida was an amazing woman! She was a great seer who-" Harry burst out laughing, "Palmida a seer?! Oh child you make me laugh the woman didn't have a seer bone in her body! If she's a seer then I am secretly a spy for the Ministry! Look kid, I don't care what she taught you, I'm teaching the class know and we are going to be using my methods. Yes, Mr.…" "Riddle, sir. If Palmida wasn't a seer what was she?"

Harry hadn't thought about his life as Harry James Potter in a long time, he felt only mild amusement when he looked at Tom Riddle, mostly because he thought the boy was adorable when he tried to act all scary and powerful. Harry had caught him cursing and intimidating his fellow Slytherin's and he had fondly baptized Tom as mini-Mort, he couldn't take the boy seriously especially since he had seen Tom at his lowest.

"Well Mr. Riddle. Palmida was a prophet. Prophet have a tendency of spitting out prophecy's and not remembering them, they've ruined many lives by doing this. You see the thing with prophecies is that they are not set in stone, they are not facts. Prophecies talk about a possible outcome of a situation. A prophet could "see" someone winning a trip to the Bahamas but this is only a possibility, if the person decides to change one single event then the prophecy will not come to pass. If you are really interested in learning about Prophets I suggest you look into parallel universes and the theories behind them, it will help you understand how Prophet's work. Now" clapping his hand together Harry gave them a sharp smile, "Who feels like going into the forbidden forest to collect tea leaves?"