"Yeah well, you’d be too if you’d been wrestling with Blast-Ended Skrewts," grumbled Harry. He didn’t really know what to think of the odd woman. Last year, she’d been predicting Harry’s death for the entire year and at the end she’d made what he thought might have been a genuine prophecy. However, right now he really didn’t want to think of anything else. Or anything at all really. It felt like his head was about to explode.