The Sibyl,the Grim,and the Siren

Sibyll Trelawney and the Grim Dreamboat by Michiura Samantha
~~Welcome all to my second story about Sibyll Trelawney! This story's
"theme song" is Southern Girl by Incubus.Yes it goes with the plot good!
Why you ask?Because according to Michi-Sam,Sibyll is in fact a southern girl!
She is from a southern English town! Por Que?! No se.....*cough* Hope
you enjoy reading it! Please comment or review alrighty kids?
Thankie Pankies!~~

Prologue:

Dear Mrs. Millicent Alistair,


How are you old friend? It has been five long years since I have spoken to you in person!
I knhat hat most of the problem was that you and your husband,my previous headmaster were hiding
you from those treacherous Death Eaters,I believe that is what they are called. Well, in your last
letter you asked for a brief summary of my last years at Hogwarts before this big one before I have
my seventh year!

Well,as you know,my first year I lose ofe of my best friends in the world,Lily Evans to the
horrid group of girls that is the Veelas! And their leader,Medea tried to murder that poor dryad
girl! Then my second year, I was a sr for for our house Ravenclaw,though for not the entire season
once I won the bet that I would find that menacing golden ball before James I really had no reason
to go on. My third year,I was constantly heckled by Slytherin's all because I was tutoring someone
who was older than I,Lucious Malfoy. My fourth year was quite interesting,I found out that after
all thyearyears I was related to Severus! Though it isn't that bad,we go on as if we are natural
born strangers. My fifth year I found out that my common friend Remus is a werewolf,I know this
will come as to no surprise to you,you are a siren(also that he fancied me)!

Now,I'm in my sixth year. Nothing new will happen anyways,I read it in the stars last
night. My Inner Eye is clogged,must be those annoying witches visiting my grandmother's perfume
shop everyday,I hate to admit it dear friend,but I prefer the muggle customers. I'm also nervous
as well because Granny Deiphobe made me this pathetic little prefect tea cup! You know how
I love all tea cups,but this one is a fine exception. Thank you for sending my first crystal orb
as well. I know it will only keep me from my other classes,except Astronomy and Divination,the
only spells that interest me are the Patronus! I wish I could cast it properly,I would love to know
what mine would look like. Most likely a preying mantis.

And I hope you like the picture I sent you! No,I haven't straighten my hair,my Granny
said it'll make my eyes look even larger,so I will soon not be wearing my signature thick glasses.
We were also not planning on my buying me new robes for school,but you know how being
a growing girl is and all,I'm sixteen and my "tahtahs" are still growing. Can you believe that
I'm already an American size C! And in all modesty,I must admit that I do look the prettiest
I have ever been. Maybe that Sirius black will pay attention to me finally. I'm so glad
I had that Amaya girl cast some sort of spell on Remus that made him forget that
he ever did like me,now he sort of feels the same way the entire school does about me....
that I'm a really tall bug,not to mention,insane.

Well I hope you and Mr. Alistair are having the best times you have ever had in your
lives! I am so happy that you finally made it to your home in the States,where they aren't as
strict on sirens and other magical creatures! Goodbye for now Milli! are are truly missed by
me!

Sincerely Yours,
Sibyll Trelawney(Black)
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Chapter 1


Whether she had believed in love,or if she had read it somewhere that it was meerly
hormones,she did indeed love the boy. From time to time her whimiscal heart would,metaphorically
speaking,shed a crimson tear for none other than a boy who ridiculed at almost every chance he could
especially if he was busy NOT,teasing other girls,more or less getting in and under their robes. This
girl had gone through so much with her emotions,knowing exactly one very important thing about anyone
she laid eyes on,not just because she was psychic(even though she is...conceivably),but because she
had had the time,or the luck of having a minor or major encounter with almost anyone that almost anyone thou tha that almost anyone thought that almost anyone loved,adored,or worshiped.
Yet,it wasn't going to be like that this year,she wouldn't speak to any of the so-called "popular"
kids,not as if they wanted to talk to the psychotic death-wisher that she was. Well,she had spoken
to Lily,Remus,Severus,Lucious,Millicent(who wasn't popular),her former headmaster,and of course James
...and some of the Veelas at her own free will. Other than that, she seriously hadn't spoken a single word
to any other person unless she was doing her job as prefect of Ravenclaw. Rolling back onto my memory,the girl
did in fact want to talk to at least one more of the popular children...Sirius Black. Why you say? Because.
She loved. The boy.
Though as she stood inside the humid,and overly decorated front of her cynical grandmother's perfume
shop in all she could do was stand in the middle of all the minimal chaos of last minute gifts
women were buying to give to the daughters for camp,boarding school,things she didn't really care a darn thing
about. As her grandmother shuffled around picking up potpurri baskets,and hanging up victorian era garments
much to the other folks amusement,she purposely tripped a little boy who was giving the eye up and down her
leg as he was for much littler than she was.
She couldn't really blame the poor lad now could she? If you had ever come across her at the time
you would of course be frightened out of you utter soft wits. You see,she was at leasat 6' tall,had humongous
bushy blonde hair,breasts that look liked if they got any bigger they'd suffocate her while she slept(though
today she was hiding them with one of her velvet shawls),eyes as large as spoons without their handle,
and that grew even larger behind her coke bottle glasses.See? Strange sight no? As she asembled
herself to sneak into the back room,which was initially the "family's" own house,she winked at her
grandmother and slid inside.
The room resembled something out of a black and white movie,because in fact,everything
was black and white except for the clothes that were hidden in the dressers,the pots on the rusted
stove,the minimal amount of food in the barely-alive refrigerator,and the girl herself. She plopped
down upon her own bed,which was aboute ine inches away from her grandmother's own bed.The dust
flew around her for a second and the lowered itself back down onto the linty and faded black comforter
she slept with. Their surroundings weren't because they weren't rich or pining for money,it was because
the old lady of the house was tight with money,and only used it when she thought it was a life or death
situation,and that rarely happen to the girl,for she was for too smart for death.
A few mes oes of sitting quietly in the bland room,she finally reached her hand underneath
her bed,a long and loud creaking noise as she bent forward to retrieve what she had placed there
under a red moon,and a mauve night. What she took out of the hidden land of the under-bed was
nothing,but a hair perm,most likely to tame that bush of hair she had. She had secretly bought
it in secret from her guardian,but of course,she showed the old hag what it was and she very
much kindly said that her big hair would kill her before her big boobs would if she didn't do
anything about it. So,that day once her grandmother closed up shop,they would fix the girl's
hair,and she would head off to Hogwarts the next morning.
Right as she sat the box down on the bed,her grandmother rang out,as if she had heard
the silent thud of the box falling on the bed,"Sibbie!Sibbie! Come helps ya grandmooza up in this
'ere shop for a second or two!Deiphobe needs ya girl!",the granny,named Deiphobe yelled. Her
way of speaking was a strange mixture of North Texan,Jamaican and of course,British accents.
Her voice didn't even match her ivory,wrinkled face,and night black eyes.
The girl,Sibyll flitched on her bed and stood up walking to the door,slowly,dusting herself
off after sneezing uncontrollably for quite sometime. She was just waiting for the perfect dull moment
to tell her Deiphobe that she was coming,for if she didn't her granny would come and snatch her
by the ear,worried the real "sibyl" in her would accidentally run out into the green,dirty river
that ran right outside their backyard and drown her limbel self.
Taking a deep and quick breath,Sibyll cried in her muffled English accent,"Yes,m'dear,
I'm coming right away!",and with that she swung open the ruby-painted door that seperated the store
from the "house" and she stepped in across the invisible gateway to perfume heaven and took
a gander at the red-faced group of triplets that stood around her midget granny,a nasty picture
against the sparkly purple walls' of the early 80s shop. Sibyll put on her best fake smile outside,
but inside she was dying a slow death,and taking a heavy vomit. She recognized these girls
as her and Deiphobe's only living relatives,for the rest of the Trelawney/Macintosh clan had
died mysteriously at a family reunion,that Sibyll faked an illness and was nursed to health
by Deiphobe,while the three triplets got stuck in a canal on the way to the reunion.
"Oh,hello Sibyll! We are so happy to see you.We are all here to help you celebrate
your late sixteenth birthday!",the three all said in a creepily trained unison.There was only
one boy in the bunch,but you wouldn't be able to tell unless you asked him to please lower
his turtle-neck sweater(which matched with his two sister's) to see his adam's apple.Sibyll
cringed at the sight of the red-haired,red-faced troop and rolled her huge auburn eyes behind
her glasses. Deiphobe smiled,Sibyll seriously understood her statement about needing
her help...in the shop.
She patted her hips and left her hands to rest upon them as the rest of the people in
the rooms moved over to the small iron tea table Deiphobe had set up long ago.The eldest
sister by three minutes,took out her purse(which read Jacquelin),then so did her other sister
(who's purse read Jackie),and then finally their brother took out his man purse(which read
Jack). Sibyll nearly twhatwhat they quickly took from their respective purses and ate them as
she flew over and scorned the homemade late(by several months) birthday cards they had
made for her.They were already in their twenties and you would have thought that their
handwriting and stick figure drawings would have improved by then.
Jaquelin the eldest said,"You are welcome Sibyll.",just as soon as Jackie,the middle
one sang,"We are so glad you liked it.",just before Jack chipped,"I know you are at a lost
for words." And in fact they were right,Sibyll was indeed welcomed,it was her house after all,and
she did like the cards,for the meer fact they would make a good late night snack,and she was
at a lost of words,all because of how they were acting as if they were Picasso with their
geometrically-challenged drawings all over the cards.
Deiphobe just giggled in her seat as she dragged a chair along the floor,and patted
it,minding Sibyll to sit down. The young girl shakily did so,and sat,tossing the cards with perfect
aim behind the counter and into the wastebasket.The triplets again asked all together where it
had went,and she replied that it went into her basket of wonderful,superb,just chalked up with
unconditional love box. And they asked why? And she said that with her Inner Eye she saw
that the cards would be ruined if she had not made a very special place to insert them a year
and a half before they were made. The tris wes were astonished and took up a quick and hurried
discussion with Deiphobe about Sibyll's abilites,as Sibyll herself sat back and loosely listened
to the conversation.
It had been a blessing that only five years ago the small excuse for a family found out
that after three generations of Trelawney's(the wizarding side of the Trelawney/Macintosh clan)
that Sibyll would be blessed with going to become a witch. Every child that Sibyll's
great-grandmother,Deiphobe Senior,who was herself a witch and a Seer was born a squib.
Even Deiphobe,Sibyll's granny. So,five years after the terrible family "plague",they received
a letter from Hogwarts,a school the family didn't recognize,but surely accepted and Sibyll
became the trophy-girl for the entire family. Though the next year,the novelty wore out
and the triplets no long thought she was special and began their own extravagant muggle
life(for they were y sqy squibs too) in London,and would once and awhile stop by to
brag,push gifts onto Deiphobe and Sibyll...and then gossip some more.
After thirty-three cups of tea,and a long debate about whether Jackie should dye her
hair brown,the triplets decided to head home,back to London after spending exactly six hours
in speaking to their only other living relatives.Sibyll didn't stay in the shop for long to gossip
like hens out the door like her grandmother was doing just thnstenstead,a terrible headache
crept over her volumunous blonde tendrils and struck the sides of her forehead.She slammed
the door shut the gateway door,and fell down upon the floor,a cackling scream escaping
from her mouth.
It was there again,haunting her. The same vision that she had told her grandmother
about last night,but was advised it was of no importance. The same flashing image of
helpless black dog being slammed into the cells of the pathetic wizarding prison she
had heard of...but then there was a caterpillar,with eyes just like Sibyll sitting upon the
dog's head,but she couldn't exactly understand what it was doing on there. She was
waiting for the vision to flash past her as it always did,but this time Deiphobe came
rushing in as fast as she could after waving the triplets off and held Sibyll's head,in
her lap as she rocked her upon the floor.
"The grim Granny! The grim! They killed the grim!",Sibyll yelled in agony,her
facw fuw full of red,and her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she jolted upon
the floor as if she was having a seizure. To Deiphobe,the gift of Sibyll being a Seer,
even a reluctant and sometimes inaccurate Seer was a blessing and,hating to sound
cliche,but it is the truth,it was a curse. Yet as Sibyll's body became as unmovable
and in a state of cryptic comatose. Deiphobe shook her and asked what had
happened.
Sibyll removed her glasses,her eyes not growing much smaller,and she
replied,"Sirius..Sirius killed the grim....but...but he is the grim Granny....and the
caterpillar,it became a butterfly...and..it- ah...",she said her eyes closing halfway,but
Deiphobe shook her severly and had a glint in her old eyes.
"What did dis buzzerfly become Sibbie,tell meh gail.",Deiphobe insisted,
crawling with Sibyll,over to her granddaughter's shabby bed and with all the might
that was held up in her ancient arms,she laid Sibyll down and rubbed a soothing
hand over her head."Tell me dahlin',grandmooza is heeryah."Sibyll's eyes stayed
closed,and a breath of cold,smoke-looking air came from her open lips.
"It was me....",Sibyll then laughed coarsely,"and if you think I became
at tad bit prettier over the summer,I was beautiful...send my letter to Millicent
right away...",and with that she quickly fell into a deep and hard sleep as Deiphobe
scuttled away to first retrieve the letter Sibyll had instructed her to send you young
girl,better yet,a grown woman that she knew very well,and might be able to help the
sickling Sibyll out with her dilemma.