"Well..." Harry started slowly, wishing he’d planned more thoroughly what to say, "I suppose it’s Divination," if she was surprised, she didn’t show it, simply inclining her head to encourage him to continue, "I guess there’s two points Professor. The first, is that there’s no way I’m passing that OWL," he said frankly, "I have no prophetic abilities, and I won’t pretend that I’m seeing doom and death all over the place to try and pretend that I do. And... and I suppose the second point," he took a deep breath, and bit his lip to try and sell it, "I don’t think I can listen to Professor Trelawney predict doom and death for the next year either - not..." he swallowed, and was surprised to find he was holding back actual tears - though perhaps not that surprised; he’d been quick to cry ever since June, "not after everything that has happened," he finished quietly.