Chapter 6

Hermione and Sirius's lips moved slowly…gently against each other's. Moments later, Hermione returned to her senses and pulled away from him. She raised her hand to her mouth, a look of panic on her face.

The moment they broke their kiss, Sirius looked away from Hermione, attempting to catch his breath and slow his racing heart. When he heard footsteps he turned to see Hermione running back to her dorm. Sirius did the same thing and lay on his bed hoping to get the feeling of Hermione's lips out of his mind.

A sun loomed over Hogwarts. There was sound outside of the school except for the light wind blowing through the trees. Yet, in this eerie silence, there's, but one person stirring. A young woman walked near a lake. The wind tugged her white dress, as if it was inviting her to dance; it guided her away from the lake.

She threw back her head, spread her arms, and started to twirl. The wind blew through her long, chestnut hair. The gown flowed in the breeze as if it was part of it. The woman smiled and gave out a giggle. She hasn't done this ever since she was a child. She then started to dance.

Suddenly, she saw a flash from the corner of her eye. She quickly came out of her trance, looked around in dread, and screamed in horror.

"Arvada Kendra!" yelled a voice.

Harry Potter sat straight up in bed, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. His eyes swept over the beds and sleeping boys and breathed a sigh of relief. He was having a nightmare. Harry swung his legs out from under the covers and rested his arms on his legs. He had been dreaming about a girl from school, but who? Harry felt as though he knew her for a long time.

That afternoon, as the Hermione, Harry, and Ron were walking with Rafael and Sammy to Hogesmade, Remus noticed that Hermione was looking down at the ground and looked a little flushed. He also noticed that from Sirius. "What did he do this time?" thought Remus as he shook his head. Finally, they arrived at Hogesmade and found lots of students running around from store to store.

"Hey Harry, do you want your fortune told?" asked Ron.

"Sure." Harry shrugged as they all followed Ron to the store of fortune telling.

The woman was small and had long coppery gold hair. It was woven into dozens of braids that fell past her waist. Her forehead was broad, unusually broad for such a small face, which –coupled with her large amber eyes –kept her from being beautiful. She wore colorful clothing that seemed to consist of many layers, and bright earrings sparkled at her ears. The fortuneteller noticed the new arrivals and told them that her name was Aelwyn.

"Do you want to see your future young ones?" asked Aelwyn.

Hermione started to demur, but Harry stepped forward. Aelwyn motioned for Harry to sit before her, and she took hold of both his hands, shutting her amber eyes. She was silent for several moments, her wide forehead ridged with concentration.

"I see a long journey. A monstrous creature. Pain….hatred." She paused, and then opened her eyes, "You had a horrible past of pain but seemed to found friendship and love along the way. And your friendship with one person will turn into something more than just being friends," Aelwyn said as she stared at Hermione.

Harry stared at Aelwyn, his mouth open slightly. But he didn't notice that she was staring at Hermione,

"Didn't I tell you she was a marvel, Harry?" said Ron, breaking the silence.

"It's your turn, Hermione," said Harry

"I really don't….," Hermione began.

"Come," said Aelwyn with a smile.

Reluctantly Hermione sat before the psychic, who gathered up her hands. Aelwyn started to close her eyes then seemed to change her mind, opening them. She gazed straight at Hermione. The psychic's amber eyes were glittery, like faceted gemstones.

Suddenly a shudder went through Aelwyn, and she tightened her grip on Hermione's hands. Her eyes seemed almost to spin, and she began speaking in a rasp, unlike the voice that she'd used with Harry. Hermione felt like she had been a 3rd year all over again with Professor Trelawney.

Hermione felt cold, as if an icy hand had clamped on to the nape of her neck. She wanted to withdraw her hands but was mesmerized by Aelwyn's eyes. The seer continued to speak, the strange words flowing out of her mouth, almost like a melody. Finally, Aelwyn fell silent. Hermione heard Sammy nervously cleared his throat.

Aelwyn gently released Hermione's hand. She blinked several times, and then smiled at the assembled group as if nothing untoward had happened.

Then Rafael said, "So did you see anything?"

"I did."

"By Merlin, are you going to tell us or not?" asked Ron.

Aelwyn turned her now-still eyes on Hermione. "Do you wish to hear what I saw?"

Hermione wanted to say no, but it seemed cowardly. Besides, it was all foolishness anyway. She nodded.

"I saw a girl dancing in a forest near a lake while a man watched. The girl was wearing a white dress with brown hair and was happy dancing in the sun." Aelwyn said.

"But…?" continued Hermione.

"I sense evil; a man with cold skin with dark eyes will take her away and lock her away in the darkness forever if she doesn't complete his task."

"We didn't bring money, but I can give you a stone I have." Harry said.

"What is your name?" asked Aelwyn.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger." Hermione answered.

"Aquarius….," the telepathist said thought.

"Your house?" she asked again.

"Gryffindor." Hermione answered. .

"Fire arrow…..." the telepathist thought again.

"Listen, there is more." She drew Hermione closer and spoke softly into her ear. "Shifting water and earth. Scared standing stones covered with ash. A waxy man. A man with power and immortally. I saw hatred, the lust to kill. I saw death." He breathe tickled Hermione's ear. "And….an arrow-head pointed at your own heart."