Luna Umbra
Luna lifeless under the fool moon, her soul departed, she begins her journey into death. Fortunately, three souls as one refuse to let her remain dead for so long, they're missing their fourth and will bring her back no matter what.
As soon as Lyra's mark slithered up her spine, enthralled in an unimaginable pain, she knew she had changed, and the two consciousnesses that floated in and out of her own could feel a change within themselves too. Like Hermione, Lyra felt a fury burst through her bloodstream, like beautiful, raging flames eager for justice and vengeance. She knew this to be Fleur. The Veela in her. But it seemed there was a subtle change from Hermione too. Hermione may not have been creature blooded like Fleur, Lyra or Luna, but she was, it seemed, not without a strange magic laying dormant in her bones.
Whatever it was, it was now alive and subtly pulsating through their newly forged bond, ready to defend them. It was old, almost ancient in it's feeling, like something inherited, something awoken. Lyra search-felt it more-so and recognised it as kin, something related to her very own seer-blood, but also something ancient. She saw a flash of a woman with golden hair, an older sister of sorts? Or was it her? And a flash of curls just like Hermione's, but on a face of a woman with much sharper features, a woman scorned, and betrayed. The vision faded as a fast as it came. Whatever it was, it was something powerful.
Coming out of her very own blinding pain and overwhelming visions, she only now realised her two companions were whaling in their own pools of grief. With their eyes clouded just like Luna's, just like hers, just like any seers. Had they too become seers? It was then that Hermione spoke, in a rasping, grieving whisper:
for fair light of sun, that is moon under took,
by darkest grief her soul was took,
for into mother's embrace,
she journey's far,
but fair four unbind
the weave of fate and death,
into sea's unknown they go,
through journey's of finding,
one from what is under,
to recover lost Luna Umbra.
Hermione's eyes returned to their natural hue, though something had changed in it like they had all now begun to change. Her tears were still spilling down her cheeks. "Luna's gone!," she howled. Fleur grasped her hand, and Lyra held onto her shoulder. Flames licked across their skin, but not a single singe or burn.
"It can't be! The wards would never allow a dementor on site!"... blah blah blah i've lost my energy already lol.
[tbc - don't feel like writing more just yet - i'm ngl I don't like writing conversations, I much prefer describing scenes and feelings etc.]