August 1998
Hermione opened her eyes widely, panting slightly as if she had just run a mile. Her curly brown hair had begun to escape from her bun at the nape of her neck, forming wisps around her face.
"Hermione Granger. I trust you have seen what you require to make your decision? Have we answered your call?" A great white-robed woman asked, gazing at Hermione expectantly. Her two sisters stood behind her. Their eyes were also fixed on the petite brunette awaiting her answer.
"Yes, Moirai. I am able to make my decision. I am grateful for your help." Hermione met their eyes, trying to convey just how much she appreciated their help.
"You are most welcome, daughter. Use your knowledge wisely. Blessed be," the white-robed woman answered, touching her hand to Hermione's arm.
"Blessed be," Hermione replied, before the scene in front of her disappeared, returning her to the orchard outside the Burrow where she was surrounded once more by candles and herbs. She was alone, save for the moon in the sky.
AN: This is a plot bunny that attacked me ruthlessly. I have tried to block it out but wanted to put this bit out there until I am able to focus my attention on getting this done. It's been many years since I wrote fanfiction, so any constructive criticism is welcome. I will be intertwining a whole lot of things together such a Greek mythology, some Wiccan lore among other things. I am researching this, but I am also bending it to my will.
Moirai: These are the three Fates that are from Greek/Roman mythology. These three women are responsible for writing the life story of an individual as well as determining their life length and the manner of their death.
Blessed be: This is a phrase derived from Paganism. It is a form of blessing.
