Chapter 16
Salem Hill

Author's Note: Sorry for the short delay. Had a cold the past couple of days, and wasn't really feeling up to writing for a while. Now to answer a couple questions that was asked in a review:

Q: Wow! a Muggle psychic that knows about witches, never saw that coming. How does she know about them?

A: That will be answered in the next couple of chapters. Madame Phoebe makes an appearance again soon.

Q: I'm just curious, did u base the magical trinity off of Charmed as well as Phoebe?

A: Maybe a little bit... not too much. Kind of coincidental. Didn't even think about that until after I wrote about the stuff.

(Hermione's PoV)

When Hermione woke up on Wednesday morning, Ron was fast asleep beside her. She sat up and checked her arm. There were no reddish marks on it like the morning before, but Hermione was still cautious. She picked up her wand and pointed it at the blank book they had found at the lighthouse. She used a Summoning Charm, and the book came to her right away. Hermione grinned, though something in the back of her mind told her that this could be a fluke, and that the vervain's poison could still be in effect.

Hermione stood up slowly, so as to not wake Ron, and picked out clothes for the day, then walked to the bathroom. She readied more of the reddish-colored potion, and put it on a washcloth, then undressed out of her nighties. She turned the warm water on in the shower, and stepped into it. She soaked the potion into her arm, and bathed herself under the flow of water.

When she walked back out of the bathroom, fully dressed, she saw Ron sitting up on the bed and looking at the blank book.

"Good morning," Hermione said.

"Morning, beautiful," Ron said, smiling, "Been trying to see if there is anything in this diary."

"I've tried most of the spells out that reveal that kind of stuff," Hermione said.

"Yeah, but I was thinking," Ron said. "What if it didn't work because your magic is not one-hundred percent at the moment?"

"Maybe," Hermione said, "But I don't think we need to worry about that anymore. Watch this."

She walked over to the bedside table and picked up her wand.

"Accio Purse," Hermione said, pointing her wand at the table across the room.

Without delay, her purse flew across the room and Hermione caught it.

"Your magic is completely back?" Ron asked, grinning.

"I think so," Hermione said, nodding.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Ron said.

He put down the book and crawled across the bed, then put his arms around Hermione, hugging her.

"You're sure it is back?" he asked, "There isn't going to be some kind of... you know..."

"Relapse?" Hermione suggested, "I don't know. I hope not."

"I'm so bloody happy," Ron said.

Hermione grinned and Ron leaned toward her and kissed her softly on the lips. Hermione grinned against his mouth and returned the kiss. Before Hermione could lose herself in the kiss, it was interrupted by a knock on the door. Hermione backed away and walked over to it, and opened it. Madam Derry was standing there.

"Sorry to disturb you," she said, "But there is a couple of people downstairs asking for you. They say they are friends of yours, and that you were expecting them? Their names are Harry and Ginny, I believe."

"Yes, we've been expecting them," Hermione said, "Tell them we'll come down and meet them soon."

"Right away," Madam Derry said.

"Thank you very much," Hermione said.

Madam Derry smiled and walked back down the hallway. Hermione shut the door. Ron was quickly getting dressed.

"Harry and Ginny are here?" Ron asked.

"Yep," Hermione said.

"We're going to have quite a bit of explaining to do," Ron said.

"Yep," Hermione said, again.

Ron grinned, and put on his shoes. They walked out of the room, and headed downstairs. Harry and Ginny were standing near the bar talking to Madam Derry.

"Hermione!" Ginny said, looking around Harry, "Ron!"

Hermione grinned and walked over to Ginny and hugged her.

"We're just trying to decide how long we're going to stay here," Harry said, looking at Hermione and Ron, "How long are you two planning to be here?"

"Er... Saturday at the latest," Hermione said, "I think."

"One room with one bed," Harry said, looking back at Madam Derry, "until Saturday."

Madam Derry told him how much it would cost, and Harry paid her.

"Thank you," Madam Derry said, "Enjoy Salem."

"Thanks!" Harry said.

"You two hungry?" Ron asked.

Harry and Ginny nodded.

"Four breakfast specials, Madam Derry," Ron said, "and four butterbeers."

"Coming up in a few," Madam Derry said.

Hermione and Ron found a table, and Harry and Ginny disappeared up the stairs to find their room and put away their luggage. Madam Derry delivered their drinks and Harry and Ginny came back down a few minutes later."

"Okay," Harry said, after taking a drink of his butterbeer, "I know you couldn't explain too much in a letter, so how about you tell us why you wanted us to invade your honeymoon?"

"It all begins with a prophecy," Hermione said. "Sometime last week, the Divination professor at Salem Witch's Institute told a prophecy that foretold events that would happen at the Mid-Summer's Festival, probably during the high moon. Some kind of evil will take place here, and it has to do with the Thirteen Souls, which we believe is a group of witches and wizards whose ancestors were murdered during the Trials."

"But it won't happen until the middle of summer?" Ginny asked. "We're only at the end of spring right now."

"Sure," Hermione said, "but the Mid-Summer's Festival is taking place now and will go throughout the rest of the week."

"Something to do with long-lasting tradition," Ron said, "And the fact that in the olden days, May used to be considered Mid-Summer."

"So is that why you invited us?" Ginny asked, "because we're going to try to stop this evil?"

"Well, yes," Hermione said, "But apparently we have a lot more to do with it then just attempting to get rid of this evil group."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "We were specifically part of the prophecy?"

"Technically," Hermione said, "There could be others that could qualify, but we don't really want to have to search for them."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, "How do we qualify?"

"Not you, Ginny," Ron said, "Harry, Hermione and me."

"Harry, have you ever heard of the Magical Trinity?" Hermione asked.

"Must have missed that in History of Magic," Harry said.

"If it was discussed in History of Magic, I missed it too," Hermione said, "Because until a couple of days ago, I had no clue about it. The Magical Trinity is a group of three wizards and/or witches. Three companions who are the best of friends. Three who would die for each other."

"I'm sure you could find a lot of people like that," Harry said.

"Yes, but how many of those can you find," Hermione said, "who each have different blood-types. Pure-blood..."

Hermione nodded to Ron.

"Half-Blood," she said, motioning to Harry, "And then Muggle-born... me. Those three blood-types make up the Magical Trinity."

"So what does that have to do with the Prophecy?" Harry asked.

"The prophecy basically said," Ron said, "that the Magical Trinity needs to come quickly. Probably to the aid and fight this evil."

"That sounds easy," Harry said.

"Not exactly," Hermione said. "When I read up on the Magical Trinity, it said that when together, the three companions can do some kind of ritual that could either be dangerous or beneficial to them and their surroundings. Because the prophecy specifically asked for the Magical Trinity, I think the ritual is going to have to be made."

"Do you know about this ritual?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione said.

"But we're well on the track for it," Ron said. "Yesterday we found what seemed to be a hideout for the last Magical Trinity, which was the three witches who were the reason the Witch Trials began in the first place. There, we found a book. Unfortunately, we couldn't find anything in it. It was blank. But we think it might be hidden... invisible or something. We've tried all sorts of spells, but nothing is working."

"What about a Revealing Potion?" Harry asked.

"I had thought about that," Hermione said, "But the problem is... this is a pretty old book. We don't want it getting soaked and ruined in a potion. Especially if it could have answers."

"Right," Harry said, "Didn't think about that."

"We'll figure out something," Ron said.

"What else did you find on the Magical Trinity?" Ginny asked.

"Well, we found a statue of a cauldron," Ron said. "It was at the same location where the original Magical Trinity started the events that brought on the Witch Trials. Kind of like a shrine I guess. The problem was..."

Ron looked at Hermione.

"We couldn't get anywhere near it," Hermione said.

She told Harry and Ginny about the vervain powder. Harry and Ginny looked shocked and horrified as Hermione explained how the vervain had burned and poisoned her.

"It seems to be okay now," Hermione said, "But it was pretty horrible. I was lucky because it only burned me a little. If we would have walked over it, we would have lost our powers."

"It might have killed you too," Ginny said.

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"So the vervain powder is surrounding this statue?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said, "We can't get near it."

"Looks like the statue must be important then," Harry said.

"Most likely," Hermione said.

Madam Derry walked over to the table and served them four plates of food.

"So," Harry said, when Madam Derry walked away, "You have a blank book that might be important though you can't get it to reveal its information. There's a statue that probably is important, but we can't get to it. Is there anything we can do that isn't somehow blocking us?"

"Yes," Hermione said, "We can visit Salem Hill Graveyard. It is the place where the victims of the Witch Trials were buried, and it is where the thirteen witches and wizards were burned on the stakes. We found out yesterday that these thirteen could have been put in a secret crypt in the graveyard. Muggle legends state that they cannot find this crypt and think it is a legend itself. But... I don't think the Muggles could see it."

"You think enchantments were placed around the crypt keeping Muggles out?" Ginny asked.

"Exactly," Hermione said.

"Guess we know where to go first," Harry said.

Hermione nodded.

"So," Ginny said, "I want to hear about your cruise. How was it?"

"Amazing," Hermione said. "Swimming, dancing, and Ron even treated me to a couple hours at the massage parlor."

"A massage?" Ginny asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Well, for both of us," Ron said, "But yes."

"Is that all you did?" Ginny asked, "Swimming and dancing and massages?"

"Other than the obvious, of course," Harry said, grinning.

Ron rolled his eyes and blushed.

"We also met a couple of people," Hermione said, ignoring Harry, "Cale and Isabella Florentine. They're rather interesting. They're here in Salem, so you might meet them as well."

"Rather interesting?" Harry asked, "Like how? They're wizards?"

"We met quite a few witches and wizards on the cruise," Ron said. "These two were more interesting than your normal witch and wizard. Isabella's ancestor was one of the witches killed during the Salem Witch Trials, and we think her and her husband may be part of this group we mentioned earlier."

"Do they seem dangerous?" Ginny asked.

"They haven't really given any reason that they're dangerous," Hermione said. "They're mysterious, but pretty friendly."

"Really friendly," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"Uh-oh," Harry said, "That doesn't sound too good."

"Well," Hermione said, "Let's just say that during at least half our cruise, they seemed to find us at different times."

"That could be a coincidence," Harry said. "A cruise ship is only so big."

"I hope you're right," Hermione said.

After breakfast, Hermione and the others left the Wizards Brew. They walked down the sidewalk, and Hermione hailed a taxi-van, which was bigger and held more people than the normal taxi. It took a little over fifteen minutes before they arrived at Salem Hill Graveyard, where the taxi stopped at the gate right outside. Hermione paid for the ride, and everyone stepped out of the cab, and walked into the graveyard.

The graveyard was literally on a large hill. Graves were scattered on even ground throughout the hill, and a red-bricked road led throughout the graveyard up the hill. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny made their way up the road. Near the top, a black, wooden fence separated the rest of the graveyard. Inside the wooden fence lay old graves covered in moss and dirt.

Hermione noticed the name on one of the graves nearby.

"These are the Muggles who were killed during the Witch Trials," Hermione said, "These names are the same ones in the museum."

"Separated from the rest," Ginny said, "Probably as a memorial for those lost during the Witch Trials."

"Look, there are mausoleums up at the top," Harry said, pointing toward the top of the hill, "Maybe the crypt is somewhere around there."

They arrived at the top of the hill, where four mausoleums stood. Behind the mausoleums stood a large forest. Four large oak trees stood away from the forest, closer to the mausoleums. High on the branches of the trees hung ropes tied in nooses at the end.

"Yeah, that's not creepy at all," Ron said, staring open-mouthed at the trees.

"This must be where they hung the Muggles," Ginny said.

"But we're not looking for the location of the hangings," Hermione said, "We're looking for where the burnings took place."

"Maybe it is deeper in the forest," Ron said. "Remember what Isabella and Cale said? About the Salem Witches Institute? If you want to hide something around here, you need to do it..."

"Deep in the forest!" Hermione said, "Of course!"

"Away from the graveyard?" Ginny asked.

"If the crypt was hidden intentionally," Hermione said, "It was done by witches and wizards. They didn't want Muggles to find it, so they put it deep into the forest."

"Sounds good to me," Harry said, "Let's go."

"Into the dark, creepy forest?" Ron said, "Yeah, you first, Harry."

"What happened to that brave, chivalrous Gryffindor spirit, Ron?" Ginny asked.

"I'll stay close to Hermione," Ron said, taking Hermione's hand, "That should be chivalrous enough."

"Aw, my hero," Hermione said, grinning.

"Oh, please," Harry said, as he walked into the forest with Ginny.

"Shut up, Harry," Ron said, as he and Hermione followed them, "This is still our honeymoon... even if we're having to deal with some kind of evil."

"Hear, hear," Hermione said.

The deeper they got into the forest, the darker it became. There were so many trees, that it formed a canopy above them, allowing very little sunshine into the forest. After a while, Hermione and the others had to use magic to light their way.

"So what are we looking for?" Harry asked.

"I-I'm not sure," Hermione said, "Magic usually leaves traces, but I can't find anything."

"Maybe we were wrong," Ron said, "Maybe there isn't anything in here."

"We should keep searching," Hermione said, "At least for a little while."

But after another half-an-hour, their search came up empty. They headed back to the graveyard.

"I really thought we'd find something," Hermione said, as they walked down the hill leading back to the gate, "Maybe the crypt really is a legend."

"Hey!" a voice said, behind them, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Hermione turned around. Madam Phoebe, the Muggle Psychic was walking towards them.

"Madam Phoebe?" Ron asked.

"You remember, good!" Madam Phoebe said.

"Who's this?" Ginny asked.

"Long story," Hermione said, "Did you want something, Madame Phoebe?"

"I wanted to apologize for my rude behavior yesterday," Madam Phoebe said, "You kind of frightened me."

"We frightened you?" Ron asked, "You were the one who told us to get out of your shop because you knew we weren't Muggles. And all that talk about the Chariot?"

"Yes, I wanted to apologize for that," Madam Phoebe said, "You see... the night before you came to my shop, I had this dream. I've never had a dream about any of my customers, before or after I met them, but I had two dreams about the two of you. One the night before I met you. When I met you, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a coincidence."

"You had a dream about us?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows, and looking sideways at Hermione.

"Yes!" Madam Phoebe said, "In my dream, I was told by you two that you'd need my help. I wasn't sure what to make of it. Like I said, I thought it was a coincidence at first. But then I had the second dream, and in it, you two told me to help you again. Believe me, I know people call me a fraud, and sometimes I think I am, but these dreams really happened and really astounded me. I believe I have to help you with something. So, as long as you are in Salem, if you need anything from me, just ask. I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to help you with, but I'm at your service."

"Really?" Hermione asked, "You're at our service?"

"This is fate," Madam Phoebe said.

"How are we supposed to believe you?" Ron asked, "After all that talk about the chariot following us. You haven't even explained how you know about the wizarding world."

"It's a long story," Madam Phoebe said, "You see... one of my ancestors was a victim of the Witch Trials. She was a Muggle of course, and completely innocent. For years, ever since I found out about my history, I tried to find out who I could blame for her death. I thought it was just crazed townspeople at the time, who really believed in witchcraft, which at the time I thought was nonsense. Then I went to a Psychics convention years ago, and Sybil Trelawney was there. I guess she was just interested in Muggle psychics."

"You know Professor Trelawney?" Harry asked.

"That's how she found out we were wizards," Ron said.

"Sybil Trelawney impressed me at the convention," Madam Phoebe said, "She was doing things I had never seen any psychic do. I wanted to talk to her, so I followed her, and when I found her, she was doing real magic. Magic that I've only heard of in stories. That was when I realized witchcraft was real. I did research on it, and found out about the wizarding world. It was quite difficult for someone like me – whom you call a Muggle – to find out this stuff, but I did. Most people think I'm crazy, so nobody would really believe me if I told them about the wizarding world."

"So you found out about the wizarding world," Hermione said, "Because you eavesdropped on Trelawney?"

"Yeah," Madam Phoebe said, "I had no intention of doing that, of course. It was all an accident. I wanted her to teach me what she knew, but when I realized what she was, I was scared of her. I was afraid of witches and wizards for quite some time. Actually until just yesterday when I met you, and realized that what I saw wasn't frightening at all. I want to do some good with what I know. I want to help you with whatever you need."

"I'm not sure you can help us," Hermione said.

"Hermione," Harry said, "What if she can?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"One moment, Madame," Harry said.

Harry walked away from Madame Phoebe, and Hermione, Ron and Ginny followed him.

"How can she help?" Hermione asked.

"She's a Muggle, right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"Well, vervain powder only affects wizards and witches," Harry said, "She can cross the powder."

"Right," Hermione said, "Hadn't thought about that."

"One problem though," Ron said. "She can't see the statue. Only wizards and witches can."

"Actually, I think she might be able to see it," Hermione said, "My parents are Muggles, and they could see the Leaky Cauldron when I showed it to them. If we're in the area with Madam Phoebe, she might be able to see the statue."

"She could tell us if there is anything strange about the statue," Harry said.

"I hadn't even thought about that," Hermione said.

"But do you think we can trust her?" Ginny asked. "She seems pretty wonky to me."

"I agree with Ginny," Ron said.

"She's wonky," Hermione said, "But this might be the only chance we have to figure out what the ritual is for the Magical Trinity. I mean... if there is anything in that book, Ron... that statue might tell us how to reveal it."

"You think so?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said, "But we have to take the chance. The Mid-Summer Festival is going on right now, and the high moon will happen on Friday night. We only have two-and-a-half days to find out what is going on."

"Right," Harry said, "We have an opportunity here. We need to use it."

"I hope we don't regret this," Ron said.

"Me too," Hermione said.

She walked back over to Madame Phoebe.

"Madam Phoebe?" she said, "We've decided that you can help us. How about you meet us in an hour at the Salem Witch House. We'll show you what to do then."

"Sounds good to me," Madame Phoebe said, "Thank you for allowing me to join you."

"If you help us," Hermione said, "You'll deserve our thanks."

Decided to end it there. What will they find at the statue? Will they find a way to reveal what is in that book? And if so, what is in it? Those answers and more coming soon!

Hope you liked the chapter!