The shifty looking man in the black cloak arrived only a few minutes late but his companion wasn’t happy.
“Late again, Mundungus,” he muttered. “I hope you’ve got the right info this time. Last week was a shambles!”
“Keep your hair on, Tie,” he replied. He held out a wad of papers. “It’s all here, death records, disputed wills- all the local scandal.”
The other man looked slightly happier. He took the package from him and began scanning through the notes. “Nice one, Dung. Lots of useful stuff here.” He looked around at the darkening sky. “Just hope the crowds come tonight.”
“Relax, mate,” said Mundungus. “It’s Halloween and Muggles love talking to the dead on Halloween.”
At 6:30 P. M., the doors to the Village Hall opened. As Mundungus had predicted the Muggles came in their droves.
“I’ve heard he’s the real thing,” said a young woman talking to her friend. “Tiresias Trelawney can really see
“Oh, Vonnie,” said her friend scornfully. “You believe in anything
, don’t you?”
They sat down in the second row by the middle aisle. Vonnie opened a packet of polos which they both began to suck noisily whilst they waited for the show to begin.
At 7:00 P. M. precisely, Mundungus switched off the lights. Using his wand, he created smoke and eerie sound effects. There was a sudden crack and a white light as Tiresias Apparated to the centre of the stage.
“Welcome!” he boomed. “I am the Tiresias the Great, Master of the Inner Eye, a portal between this world and the next!”
He sounded impressive. Even the woman in the second row could see that. Tiresias, however, was tired of all this. He was tired of conning Muggles and tired of their wretched attempts to communicate with the ‘dearly departed’. These days it was never about comfort; it was always about money, a mislaid will or a lost jewel and it bored him.
‘If I can get through tonight then maybe we’ll give next week a miss,’
Now what had been in those notes of Dung’s? Edward, yes, seven Edwards had died recently. It was as good a place as any to start.
“I have an Ed...” Tiresias stopped. He felt a coldness creeping through him, pervading all his senses. Rapidly he scanned the room until he saw her
; the one for whom the message was meant. He began to climb off the stage.
Mundungus jerked his head up. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. “For the love of Merlin, what is he up to?” he whispered under his breath.
Tiresias reached the second row. He looked past Vonnie and into the eyes of her friend.
“Tuney,” he screamed in a voice that was not his own but was that of a young woman. “Take care of Harry for me. Take care of my boy!”