A/N: Written using a prompt from a random word generator.

Word: Sphere


CRYSTAL BALL

by: tweety-src-clt9

Sybil Trelawney is looking at her crystal ball.

Her inner eye is compelling her to look at the glass sphere.

She saw a bushy-haired witch wearing a long beautiful white gown. She is kissing a messy raven-haired wizard…

"Hermione Granger", she mused.

The next day, she saw her most untalented student.

"Pssst!"

"Yes, Professor?"

"Someday, you'll be Mrs. Potter", she confidently predicted.

"That's impossible! He's my best friend", Hermione huffed before walking away.

The next day, Hermione Granger walked out of class and never returned.

Ten years later, she is invited to the wedding of the century…

Hermione Granger will soon be Mrs. Potter just as predicted… Too bad the bride hates divination.