"Harry, do you want to do saving the world or not?" Hermionie said quickly whilst continuing her proud stride toward the colourful tent in the horizon. Hermionie insisted on looking after them now that they were travelling, Hermionie's latest idea was talking to a 3rd eye, which was witch nerd talk for someone who could see the future and charged money for it. Hermionie was hiding her sexual frustration for Ron by keeping us busy which kept her busy, she was ether feeding us, cleaning us up or hugging us. Ron wasn't hiding, he was even frustrated, he just watched her, his hobby had now become dropping quills and watching Hermionie pick them up. Harry was trying his best to hide his sexual frustration by watching old reruns of Sesame street and watching his Elmo do the chicken dance. He had the theory that Elmo was actually a very sexy creature, covered in red hair...

"Can we do it without the dying. That part can get messy," Harry tried to keep up with Hermionie's purposeful stride. He was ether eating way to much or way to little these days depending on how far Grinnots was. Today was a too much day. If he walked any faster he would be forced to Accio his broom. "Hermionie, seriously though, I know the perfect thing to get your mind of all this impending doom, death, gloom, suffering."

Hermionie's ears perked up, but she continued walking at an unhealthily fast pace, damn growth spurts. She finally turned around to face him which made Ron stop too because he was following her at a very intimate distance, surprisingly enough Hermionie let him.

"Fine, what is it?" She asked. He realised she was trembling, he didn't want her to start hugging him and crying again. She had been continuing with this increasingly annoying habit ever since Dumbledore. Ron and Harry simply sat in bed sobbing quietly then waking up exhausted and pretending they were daisy fresh and petal smooth.

Harry put his hands on both of Harmionie's shoulders and guided her gently toward Ron, then he guided Ron next to Hermionie. He waited and watched as he enjoyed their oncoming discomfort as they both slowly began to realise what he was proposing.

"Ready. Set. SHAG! I promise I wont watch," he turned around to prove it, "see!" Ron smiled, while Hermionie being the sweet, simple, virginal minded girl she is turned a vivid scarlet red colour and prompted to punish Harry by practically running to the tent from then on. It wasn't until they reached it's entrance that she barley slowed down. Harry thoroughly rejected her career choice as faithful sidekick and wondered if he should advise her toward a such as an Olympic walker. She had the speed.

As soon as Hermionie entered the tent she was thrown back by the aroma of old gym socks, cat pee and burnt hair. It was horrible. She thought that she might pass out into Ron's awaiting and obliging arms. Liking someone wasn't enough, he had to come to her GROVELLING, he broke her heart, she risked so much with ruining their friendship and all that, he ditched her for LAVENDER. He was a snog whore. What was wrong with her lips or tongue? It could of easily of been her tongue shoved forcefully down his throat, before Hermionie finished her thought a creepy eerie voice came from behind an ancient oriental dressing frame from the back of the tent.

"Hello, dearies!" The woman dramatically as she positioned her hands in a theatrical position above her head. "Welcome to my humble abode!" Ron snorted at that remark, he couldn't help but see that humble was the best thing to describe her abode. It looked like a refugee, fleeing your home land motif's, if the refugees were gypsies who had a hippy fetish.

"Let me guess. You're HARRY POTTER. My eye is strong, I see all, I know all!" Hermionie was the one to let out an impressive snort to the latest comment by weird hippy, gypsy, third eye lady.

"No offence lady but I reckon a neon sign would be slightly less obvious. His scar is sort of a dead give away, for as I can see with my two eyes it does take up rather a large part of his forehead," said Hermionie in that matter of factly tone that made Harry cringe and Ron sigh as his fantasy of Hermionie with a whip began replaying in his mind. He couldn't help his hormones and any man that could was worthy of sainthood. Hell, in Ron's book that bloke should run for Jesus.

"You have come to seek guidance during your quest. Very well.. Let me see..." The woman sat gracefully down on a stool and positioned her palm and fingers around a large glass ball.

"That's glass," said Ron. He felt some how cheated. He wanted this third eyed Cyclopes freak to read a freaking crystal ball, if he wanted to see someone mess with glass he would go back home and watch Bill, Fred and George debate over whether Fleur would notice that her engagement ring was actually a cubic zirconia.

"What? You have money for crystal, you go buy it!" Ron shut the hell up. He didn't want to buy weird hippy, 3rd eye lady a crystal ball. She peered into the ball and Hermionie did so too. Ron immediately shuffled to the opposite end of the crystal ball area to take his chances looking down her top. Harry wasn't really interested in this whole experience. He just hoped if the lady pranced around him with a woo woo stick and some holly water it might calm Hermionie down for a few days and let him get back to his Elmo and mourning over his lost love. "I see you have a question," third eye lady said. Everyone sort of turned to each other. "I meant the dude with the scar you bunch of bloody Poms!!" She screeched in what was unmistakably a thick stereotypical Australian accent.

"What did you say?" Asked Harry with one eyebrow questioningly raised at the now not to exotic stranger with weird taste and a cheap round ball that she attempted to pass off as crystal.

"Nothing!" She quickly said, slipping back into her thick exotic accent. "You want to know if you have a future and whether Elmo is male or female?" Harry blushed. Damn sexy Sesame street characters covered in red fur. "You more-so want to know the future one." Harry didn't even bother, he hoped if he moved as little as possible she would be able to know less about him and his sexual fantasies involving Elmo, Oscar the grouch and Bert.

"I can take you there. Keep your arms and legs in the vision at all times," advised the third eye. Hermionie hadn't been counting on actually going anywhere and doing anything.

"Your not coming with us?" She asked nervously. She was afraid of many things, hamburgers eating her in her sleep, and sheep becoming our holly masters, but right now she was absolutely scared of being completely alone in the vision of the future with the man she hoped to share that future with. Harry was scared Ron and Hermionie would walk on a Ginny and Harry love making session. Well, to be perfectly honest he was sort of hoping that would happen.

"I don't do premonitions, too much waiting around and pretending you care. Bring me back a t-shirt or a human sacrifice. Which ever." Everything rushed past them until they were in a completely new environment, but it felt like a completely new world.

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