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Challenge fic for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Competition/Challenge
[Xylomancy] Prompts: Psychic; A character must tell the future; Trio Era; Hallows; Anger; Confusion.
And 10 Drabble 10 Prompts[Word of Dialogue: When]
And The Wand Wood Competition [Beech]
And The Popular Song Competition[One Direction – Nobody Compares]
In Search of Peace
There was no need to be psychic to know what their next year would be like.
Hermione could have told anyone exactly what Harry, Ron and her year was going to be like as soon as the lynx patronus of Kingsley announced the fall of the Ministry.
The search of the Hallows would begin and the year would be filled with confusion and terror of not knowing if they were going to be caught and dragged to Voldemort himself for torture and death.
What Hermione did not count on was the anger and resentment Ron held within him. His inability to see that she was not interested in Harry but in the stupid, thick-headed ginger boy whose emotional range was about as large as a teaspoon.
There were times Hermione wished she had kept that time turner from Third Year and travelled back in time to when things were more peaceful.
That was not the case though. So she could only hope she would have to fight now and face the danger so that later it was peaceful and she could rest after the war, after Voldemort was dead.
She somehow found herself explaining this all to Harry after Ron had disappeared one day.
"When?" she had asked despite knowing the answer.
Harry had not answered but his eyes said enough.
After Voldemort was gone.
It would not be long now.