"A fortune teller!"
Elinor Bell laughs at her twelve-year-old sister's childlike enthusiasm. "Katie!" she calls after her, but it's to no avail, as Katie has already launched herself towards the beaded tent. "Katie!" she cries again, laughing as she takes off after the little blonde girl.
"We live in a world filled with magic spells and potions. We've heard actual prophecies…and you want to pay two pounds for a muggle fortune teller to tell you that 'tomorrow will bring good fortune'?"
"Yes," Katie says simply, as if she sees nothing wrong with this scenario. Elinor just laughs and hands her sister the money. Katie practically falls over herself on her way into the tunnel.
Madame Zylstra, as her sign says, is covered from head to toe in brightly colored cloth. A long, flowing skirt with beads on it, a top wrapped so many times Katie wonders how she keeps from getting lost inside, and a swishing headband that follows her as she moves like the train of a miniature bridal gown.
"Come in, my child," Madame Zylstra says ominously, pointing conspicuously at her money jar, into which Katie deposit's the fee. Smiling kindly, she gestures dramatically towards the seat across the table from her, and asks Katie, "What do you want to know?"
Katie's answer is automatic. "Who will I marry?"
Madame Zylstra smiles again. She hears this question a hundred times a day. Taking a deep breath, she lifts her hands and sets them delicately on her crystal ball, swirling them around for effect.
"I see something…" she begins, much to Katie's delight. "I see you, in a wedding dress."
Suddenly something happens, and even years later, Madame Zylstra will never be able to explain it. A sudden jolt, like a bolt of electricity, runs from the crystal ball into her hands, and for the first and last time in her career, she really does see something.
"You're in a field," she says ominously. "It is your wedding day and you are standing with a red-haired boy. The one who makes you laugh when no one else can."
The electricity is gone, and Madame Zylstra stares at her fingertips in wonder, her eyes wide. Katie looks confused.
"Fred?" she asks stupidly. "But he's my best friend!"
AN: Hey everyone! Another multi-chapter fic, but I'm actually gonna update this one! It won't be very long, but I have everything planned out so I hope you'll like it! Read and Review! I don't own Harry potter!