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Chapter 11: The Uncanny Seer
A combination of sand and pebbles kneaded her body as the water draped over her like a blanket. Her hair was jumbled with a variety of different weeds and grazes peppered her skin. Yet she remained asleep in a deep blackout.
She had once thought that death awaited her at the finish of the tributary. In truth, she indeed thought she was dead, but isn't it rather out of the question to be deceased if you could think?
Perhaps, eventually she would die. Or, perhaps not. Time would tell.
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Hermione sat inaudibly next to Remus as they traversed through the opaque and mud-spattered hills. The woodland reclined behind them and they were on to greater destinations.
They had had no alternative except for persisting on their extensive expedition. They had searched the rural community in worthless hopes that they could find Luna. Regrettably, they failed greatly and were forced to progress. Their hopes in finding Harry now, were squat.
"Some escapade this is turning into." Hermione thought gloomily. "First we suffer the loss of Tonks, then Luna. Now it's just myself and Remus."
They had been permitted to acquire horses and a cart to voyage in by the village's blacksmith. He had been extremely kindhearted towards them when he learned of their losses and expedition and told them that his brother resided in the next settlement. There, they could leave the cart and horses.
"Hermione," Remus glanced at her, unease dwelling in his eyes. "We're just about to enter Jôroūe. Want to stop for a bit to dine on?"
Hermione stared ahead of her. Edifices extended over the horizon. She mulled over bypassing brunch, but her stomach had been complaining for the last five minutes and she didn't want to make it in the least crosser.
"All right." Hermione said, stroking her deprived abdomen gently.
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"Here ya'll go, carrot potage with a slice of spiced bread for the lady, and some fowl wings for the guy. That'll be 9 galleons please."
As Remus prodded through his robes for some cash, Hermione glanced at the map. The blacksmith's town was a muggle town and the next one would be also. Which meant that they would be fated to walk again in………..
Hermione glimpsed at the atlas again. 2 miles. In less than 2 miles they would have to turn in their horses and cart to the blacksmith's brother and it was all downhill from there.
As she sipped her broth, Hermione mused over what was happening. When they salvaged Harry, if they salvaged Harry, what would happen? Would they return to England and resume their lives? Or would they lament the losses of Luna and Tonks and remain in Romania for the rest of their lives?
Remus hurried through his wings. Hermione watched him caringly. He had lost so much in his life. His two best friends were dead, his other friend had deceived him and now rested in Azkaban, he had to live the atrocious life of a werewolf, and now his bride was passed on. She longed to just reach over and clasp his hand. Hold it until the sun died and the stars gashed the sky.
"Hermione, Herms!"
"Huh? What? What do you want? Huh?"
Remus stared at Hermione oddly.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head wearily. "I could have sworn that you were ogling at me but I must have been picturing things. I didn't sleep well last night so my brain's lacking oxygen this afternoon."
"Did anyone sleep well in that ball of hay?" Hermione thought, thinking back to their resting place the night before in the blacksmith's hangar.
"Well, shall we be going?" Lupin said resignedly, plucking a galleon out of his pouch and slapping it on the table.
Hermione opened her mouth to have a word, but boisterous laughter interjected.
"DO YOU HAVE NO PRAGMATISM! I AM A SEER! YOU MUST BE SURE OF ME!"
However, the laughter just persevered, growing nosier and nosier at each passing minute.
"RELIEVE YOURSELVES OF YOUR JESTING MIRTH! I AM A SEER, ARE YOUR EARS HARD OF HEARING TO THAT! I AM A SEER!"
"Sure you are Mariah," one man chortled. "And I'm a nymph."
IT'S MYRA YOU INJUDICIOUS BASTARD! IT'S MYRA!"
"Right, whatever." the man yawned. "Well, I best be off. I'll remember to scour my storerooms of any………… rabies-infested dixies Miranda. Farewell dear Seer!"
Quipping laughter ricocheted through the eatery as the horde exited the place. Hermione pulled a considerate face, but as she turned to look at the distraught woman, she realized what all the uproar was about.
Her russet hair was scrappily pulled back into a slopping chignon. Lifeless blossoms draped in her muddle of hair and plenty of robes and scarves were bundled upon her. Two repugnant, scarlet cowboy boots sat upon her feet, while several ornaments and trinkets decorated her attire. Indisputably, Hermione could see why the crowd had guffawed at her. She was plainly bizarre.
Hermione was contemplating to follow the crowd's footsteps and head out the door, but Lupin, who had also perceived the episode, had other ideas.
"Are you ok?" Lupin asked, concerned with the woman's wellbeing.
She glanced up at him. Besides the water forming in her eyes, she looked disheartened and poignant.
"Why do you," she said leisurely, "care about my benefits of vigor when I acquire additional potential beyond your minor ones?"
Lupin shrugged.
"Just asking," he said. "I was just wondering why those killjoys thought you were bogus. I guess they were right."
Turning to leave, Lupin started to walk away, but the woman, Myra, called out.
"No, wait!" she said frenziedly. "Do not deem those falsehoods as such, as they are exceedingly erroneous! I am a Distinguished Seer! One of the possessed minorities! Do not confound my elite capabilities as fictitious, for they are not! Do not join that horde of swanking multitudes but depend on my powers to –"
It was too much for Hermione. Why, this lady was as crack-headed as Professor Trelawny had once been!
Myra tapered her eyes into slits.
"Why does the One scoff me as such?" she said heatedly.
Hermione attempted to keep a straight face, but all efforts failed.
"I'm…..sorry," she bellowed with laughter. "But you sound just like a flake! It's so true you are one!"
Lupin glanced at Myra.
"I'm afraid she does have a point," he said amicably. "You certainly do not…..er…… appear as one."
Myra cupped her face with her hands.
"Ohhhhhh despair!" she blubbered. "What does come of this? Am I to be fated as a misfortunate essence! Will I die a horrendous fate? Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
"I think it's time that we better leave." Hermione murmured into Lupin's ear.
"I think you're right."
It was at the door, when Myra's voice distorted from the feeble and scrawny to one of dilution and immense.
"THE DESCENDANT OF THE DARK LORD'S SUBJUGATOR
HAS YET TO ARRIVE. BUT ENDURE NO TERROR AS THE BABE WILLBRING END TO THE DARKNESS AND ORIGIN OF THE LIGHT.
ALL WILL BE SERENE WHEN THIS SO DAY APPEARS. MANY WILL EXPIRE
ON THIS ONE DATE. MANY WILL SUFFER PAIN, NOT BODILY BUT EMOTIONALLY CAUSED BY THIS UNIQUE TIME. ONLY WHEN THE BIRTH OF
THIS ONE, THIS ONE, WILL THE OLD TIME CRASH AND THE NEW TIME
BEGIN."
Hermione's heart froze. Once upon a time it had been Harry who had vanquished the Dark Lord. Which meant………
"Remus," she asked halfheartedly, "Is it, Luna's child that Myra talks of?"
Lupin turned. For the first time, Hermione was distressed to find a type of fatigue and rout swimming in his eyes.
"I'm afraid she is Herms." he said sadly. "I'm afraid she is."
"So what are we going to do with her?" Hermione asked, indicating Myra.
"I'm afraid we have no choice but to bring her along for the ride."
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"What do you mean, they're not here!" Luna virtually screeched.
The blacksmith shook his head.
"You heard me," he said brusquely. "They spent the night, but left swiftly in the early morning."
Luna's shoulders slumped. She had spent the whole day hunting for her friends and she had just missed them!
"Now what!" she cried to no one in specific.
"Ya know," the blacksmith unexpectedly uttered. "I tol' 'em to take me horses and cart to me brother in Hónreë. If ya hurry, ya migh' just catch 'em."
Luna cried with joy. Before she could restrain herself, she ran over and kissed the man.
"Oh thank you!" she say blissfully.
"Do that again and I migh' give ya some food 'n' a 'orse to take."
Luna grinned.
"You've got yourself a deal." she said, holding her hand out.
With an inane grin plaster on his face, the blacksmith shook it, signaling their union.
"Soon," Luna thought merrily. "Soon I'll be with Hermione and Lupin and Harry again and everything will be right."
If Luna had seen what was coming in the future, she would be petrified, very petrified indeed.
So how was it? I was extremely bored this weekend so I wrote it. Hope you enjoyed it! I hope you all really enjoy Myra as much as I like writing about her. I love making her so harebrained and weird. She's going to be a BIG part of this story so………
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