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Visions

Hermione sat on the edge of her bed tears rolling down her cheeks as her body shuddered with the force of her sobs.

She knew that using the time turner could show her things that she didn't want to see, or a future that might not be her ideal, but she had not expected it to be as bad ….

Flashback

Hermione hid in her closet once again and spun the inner dial on the time turner, moving the outer part 5 times, watching as the sands inside the dial twisted and spun.

She had worked out how to move years and although she felt extremely queasy after doing it, her curiosity and need to know everything kept her going back.

The last time she had looked, it was a year she had moved, she saw herself smiling and walking around her room, playing with a new kitten before rushing downstairs to answer the door.

Now she stood in the same closet, listening to herself and Ron having a major argument, she had never heard Ron yell at her like that, so she disillusioned herself and walked quietly out of the room.

In the living room Ron was yelling his face bright red and his shoulders were shaking.

"I come with you to Quiddich matches all the time" Her future self was yelling "Why, cant you just do something I want for once?"

"Because its boring! That's why!" red faced Ron was yelling "I want to live, I want to have fun, I want excitement, I don't want to go for a walk or sit and read books and I'm no good at potions, I don't see why I should have to do those things!"

"Because I am your wife! And you are meant to make time for me too!" she was yelling back

"I am making time for you, letting you come with me to all my training sessions and all these matches" He responded

"That's you making time for me? Are you kidding me Ronald Weasley? I hate Quiddich, I hate it, I know its your job, but I have no interest at all, I'm scared of flying and its too noisy. I only come with you because I want to spend time with you, why can't you just do the same for me for once?" future Hermione was screeching

"You only want me to go for walks and read and make potions because that GIT is dead now and you can't do all those things, I don't see why I should have to suffer it." Ron whined

Hermione's heart missed a beat, she gripped her time turner tightly… Severus was.. dead? She watched the scene unfold as her future self burst into tears and fell into a chair.

"I'm sorry Mione" Ron was saying "I didn't mean it like that, It wasn't your fault you know, you need to stop blaming yourself. He stopped taking the potions on his own. Stay here this weekend and I'll go to the match with Harry, maybe we need a break from each other. I am sick of fighting all the time"

Hermione watched as Ron walked into the floo and left for Harry's house, and she quietly crept back up the stairs and turned the time turner, to go back.

Presently

Hermione sat on the edge of her bed. 'It was only a possible future', she thought to herself and she wiped the tears away. 'I will make it work, I will try to be more interested in quiddich, I will make sure Severus takes all his healing potions, It will all be perfect. I know I can fix this!"

Renewed with enthusiasm Hermione picked up the copy's of Potions Monthly and Potions weekly she had ordered for Severus and floo'd to St Mungo's.

Entering Severus' room, Hermione felt a pain in her chest at the thought of him dying, she would consider them good friends now, and she enjoyed his company, after all.

After his outburst she had tried to make the effort for him, partly out of guilt, and partly because she knew he truly deserved to be happy, so they had talked about the happenings outside the hospital and she had brought his old chess set from Hogwarts (thanks to Minerva) for him to play, now she was bringing him his magazine orders that were delivered to her house, hoping to lift his spirits.

It seemed to be working as she sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for her shift to start talking about what an idiot Professor Longspeed was with his insert in the recent potions weekly volume and Severus actually chuckled with amusement. Hermione smiled widely at him before she caught herself and restrained from the path her thoughts had been going in.

"Ok, I better start working before they fire me" She said, moving herself from the edge of his bed. "I will be back a few hours with your potions"

Severus nodded at her as Hermione left the room, feeling guilt and something else, an awful, on edge feeling in the pit of her stomach, that something had changed, something major.