Second Book. Sequel of It Has Always Been You. (Oliver Wood X READER)
Y/n struggles with her relationship with Oliver. As a new girl from France attends Hogwarts. Y/n begins to notice Oliver change as both grow more distant. Does Oliver still love Y...
The classroom was dimly lit, glowing faintly with flickering candles and the silvery sheen of enchanted incense. Students lounged on velvet cushions, half-asleep, their eyes drooping as the crystal balls before them fogged—not with visions, but with boredom.
Crystal balls, or Seer's Orbs, were thick, glassy spheres meant to reveal glimpses of the future. I overheard a few male students whispering about tossing one like a Quaffle during Quidditch practice.
The moment one actually did, I caught it midair. "It's not a Quaffle!" I snapped. My voice cut through the drowsy haze of the room. The orb pulsed slightly in my hands as if recognizing the seriousness in my tone.
Divination might be a joke to others, but not to me. Not when it gave me access to something deeper. Something I barely understood myself. A power I had always carried—strange visions, gut instincts, dreams that came true. Divination helped me make sense of them. Still, I tried not to look too far ahead. Not when it came to Cedric. Some things... I'd rather let happen in their own time.
"Crystal-gazing is a particularly refined art," Professor Trelawney began in her dreamy voice, gliding between cushions like a specter. Her beads jingled softly. "I do not expect any of you to See when first you peer into the Orb's infinite depths..."
A loud thud broke the rhythm of her sentence. One of the orbs had been dropped. Todd tripped over a pillow while trying to take his seat and crashed to the floor. A ripple of laughter spread through the room.
Professor Trelawney sighed dramatically and rang a tiny silver bell. "Let us all remember: the future does not reveal itself to those who mock the craft." She waved her wand, levitating the orb back onto its stand, and began listing safety protocols.
What caught my ear next wasn't the lecture—it was what she said about the Hall of Prophecy. Buried deep within the Ministry of Magic, the Hall stored every prophecy ever made. Access was strictly limited to the Unspeakables of the Department of Mysteries.
I'd been to the Ministry many times. My friends and I had wandered almost every floor—but never that one. The Department of Mysteries was always locked, sealed with runes and enchantments older than Hogwarts itself.
Still... One day, I would go there. One day, I would understand every prophecy ever spoken. Maybe even the ones never written down.
"Allow yourself to see past the mundane," Trelawney intoned. "Past what is and into what may yet be. I have seen many visions in the Orb's crystalline depths. Some beautiful. Some terrible."
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Morgan leaned toward our orb first. She squinted. "I see... white. Foggy. Kind of like—" she paused dramatically, "—tonight's weather?"
She scribbled that down on her parchment like it was groundbreaking.
