Two women and a man stood at a round table, gazing into a large, cloudy white crystal, before they sat back with a gasp.
“And so the Old Religion will retain balance.” The dark haired woman said grimly, after a moment. “Will Uther’s curse ever stop plaguing us?”
“Peace, sister. We don’t know if this is a true vision. It is one of many paths to take.”
Seeing the Dursleys at King’s Cross was like seeing one’s parole officer right before they hauled you off back to prison. Ron had barely spoken ten words to him since the Exploding Snap incident, so only Hermione was there to give him one last hug. “Less than twenty four hours.” She whispered. “Keep your head down and hold hard to your temper. I’ll see you soon.”
The boys had never seen their grandpa so coldly furious with them. The ride home from the pizza parlor was spent in intense silence. Rocky gritted his teeth, itching to turn around and yell at Colt for instigating another fight yet again, and this time pulling their little brother into the fray. What was he thinking?
Grandpa parked the car and turned off the engine with sharp angry movements,