A/N: Because I have gotten so many responses on the previous story, Her Prince Charming, I have decided to write its sequel. So here it is; enjoy!!!!
Prologue
The winds hissed while thunder cracked its whip. Rain gushed into minuscule rivers, while lightning flared, snapping the murky sky in half. Dwellings quivered from the brusqueness, yet the residents inside took no notice.
And that is where our story begins dear listener; down in this little town only one could call Hogsmeade that our tale begins.
The Three Broomsticks carried a great number of people as usual. Waitresses were thrusting though the packed-out crowd, serving drinks to those of who had been waiting an extensive period of time.
Yet there was one group of five who seemed quite ok with a delay. In fact, they would preferred a delay, as it would certainly help them in a way as they planned something horrific, so horrific that no one could vision a plan so evil as that.
"We could do it the night the child is brought about." one man murmured.
"Are you crazy!? We would be suspected!" a female snapped. "No, we must prepare ahead of time. The Potters will never know what hit them."
Another glanced at his timepiece.
"She should have been here over 21 minutes ago." he snarled, shoving the timepiece back into the shadows of his robes. "She's tardy."
"Well I don't blame her." The female barked. "In these conditions, who wouldn't be late?"
But they didn't have to converse any longer as the door lunged open and a woman bearing dark violet robes strolled in.
"Cho! Over here!" the woman called.
Nodding to the cluster, the violet-robed lady wandered over.
"What took you so long?" one of the men asked irritably.
The woman glared at him.
"Well wouldn't you be behind schedule if you had to walk through that outrageous downpour?"
The man opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it as he closed it once again.
"Want a butterbeer Cho?"
Cho collapsed into a seat beside the other woman.
"I suppose I will." Grabbing the nearest bottle of yellowish liquid, Cho drained it of its fillings before turning to the set.
"Has anyone thought of anything we could do?" Cho asked. To her fury, they all shook their heads.
"And why not?"
The woman flushed.
"You see Cho," she stuttered. "We agreed........for um.....a...similar approach. Yes that is it."
Cho slammed the bottle into the table.
"Now listen," she growled, "and listen good. We need to find a way to get Harry away from his nutty wife and find a way to bargain him for their child. Got it?"
The others dipped their yes in a meaning that clearly stated that they understood.
"Good." Cho grabbed another bottle of butterbeer. "What do you all think you're doing? Think you idiots!!! Think!!!"
Heads bowed into whispers with others as Cho stared at them in resentment. This was what she got for gathering a group of people who were willing to help her tackle her revenge. Well this wasn't for her revenge; it was her job, left on her by her boss to eliminate the first child of the Potters.
"But it could be for revenge too." Cho thought. She hadn't forgiven what Harry and Luna Potter had done to her only 5 years back. Now was the perfect time for vengeance. They would get what they deserved, no doubt about that. Soon, the deatheaters would join them and all would be complete.
"Excuse me."
Cho choked on her butterbeer. Spinning in her seat, she discovered that the syrupy voice belonged to a heavily scented woman. Her entangled, dark hair bore deceased flowers, while her body was thickly covered in shawls and scarves.
Pulling her robes over her nose, Cho asked the woman, "What the hell do you want?"
The woman clucked her tongue at her.
"Language." She whispered. "It is the communication of life with the exterior worlds while within the youthful and liberal remain unconscious in the glory of their paranormal abilities."
"Um......right." Cho shrugged at the others. "Now, um....what is your name?"
"My surname is the surname of those who've passed into the bliss of the outer paradise. My surname bears Myra Krimberline."
"Ok, Ms. Krimberline," Cho sneered. "can you not see that we want to be alone!? Now take your shawls and scarves and cologne and get away!"
Several others nodded in agreement, but Myra didn't budge.
"Do you my adolescent child comprehend that I, the one whom you speak great abhorrence to, have the powers and gifts of only those known as Seers?"
"That's nice, now run off!" the woman shrieked, but Cho silenced her.
"Silence Scarlet." Cho turned her concentration onto Myra. "See something."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. See something in the future."
Myra was dumbfounded. She was only able to speak when she had regained her composure.
"How dare you," she cried, "how dare you simple, lethargic, mere witch speak on my behalf to demand a glimpse into the forthcoming?"
Cho was bothered by her response. Turning her back to the Seer, she said, "Ignore her. She is just bogus. She can't really see."
Myra was doubly distressed. Sweeping her hands into the air, she proclaimed, "But wait! I do, I mean, I deem that there is something illustrating in my head, yes there is!"
Cho and her friends watched Myra announce the future to them.
"Yes," Myra breathed. "I see........I see you, all five. You shall......shall......shall be infected with measles by the tenth moon.....yes, oh my stars, that shall be.......it shall be within the next two days of rest. Oh yes, yes indeed!"
Cho looked rather entertained. It was evident that Myra was creating the whole thing up.
"Well that was.....interesting." Cho sniggered. The others grunted with laughter. Myra, on the other hand was appalled.
"But wait-"she cried. "I see more, more of things to come of your way."
"Uh huh. Yep. Whatever." Cho stood up and stretched her limbs. It would be nice to get a good night's sleep. "Well Monica, it was pleasant meeting you."
"Myra." Myra scowled. "And I am a Seer. You must believe in truth itself!"
"Cmon you guys," Cho called, ignoring Myra. "Let's get out of this hole."
"Nooooooo," Myra fell into a chair. "You have to believe me, you must if your lives are to remain in harmony and prospect!"
"Shall we meet again tomorrow?" Scarlet asked as they headed towards the door.
Cho was about to answer, but something distracting took place.
"THE CHILD WILL CHANGE OUR WAY OF LIFE."
Cho and her groupies turned to Myra. Her face was a pastel white and her eyes were propelling up.
"What the-"
"Shhhhhh." Once again, Cho hushed Scarlet, keen to hear what Myra had to say next.
"BORN OF THE SEVENTH OF THE EIGHTH OF TWELVE,
THE INFANT WHOSE ELDER BLOOD RELATION OVERTHREW
THE DARK LORD SHALL BEAR SIGNIFICANT THINGS TO
HIS NATION WHEN THE NINTH PLANET IS CREATED, AND
THE FIRST PLANET DIES."
With her final words, Myra crumbled into a faint.
"Do you think she really prophesied?" Scarlet asked as they left the Three Broomsticks.
Cho didn't answer. She knew that Myra had beyond doubt predicted something.
"Relation overthrew the Dark Lord." Cho thought of Myra's words as she apparated home. "Could that mean, no it couldn't, but yes, it was."
Cho snapped her fingers.
"That's it." She cried gleefully. "I know how to abolish the Potters, once and for all!!!"
