A Future Uncertain

Chapter 1: Answers

I own nothing. Harry Potter does not belong to me. This goes for the entire story.

This is set in their seventh year of Hogwarts, and the war has ended.

"Hermione! Bloody hell, are you even listening to me?" Ron's face was starting to get a red tint in frustration. "You have to drink the potion!"

"I will, Ronald. I simply don't see why anyone would want to see the future, even after knowing it's a future that you could never possibly have once you've seen it," she snapped. "What if its something I would have wanted for myself and then I can't have it... and only after three days of experiencing it? I don't want to have knowingly taken away that option."

She glared at the spell and read it once more.

After drinking the potion one must complete the spell in order to foresee what could have been.

Foresee what could have been? That already sounds terrible! Why would anyone want that?

Once you have arrived in your future, you will no longer have the possibility of this future. This spell chooses a future at random, and has no bearing on what the caster may have wanted in the future. However, many wizards and witches still find the spell to give clarity with their divination adventures afterward.

Ron had gotten quite good at divination over the years, and as a seventh year student, he said that he wanted to try something more advanced. He still needed help with making the potion. That's where Hermione came in. She had no doubts that she would be able to make the potion correctly, and they would both surely be able to handle the spell, but she still had doubts of the practicality of this. She was downright angry when he had originally brought the spell to her, but after weeks of him talking about how much it would mean to him, her resolve had crumbled, and she had finally caved in. That didn't mean she had to like it.

"We've been through this, it's only three days, and even if it's a 'potential future that has been taken away' as you like to put it, you may still be able to have a similar one." Ron gave her a smile and laughed lightly. "Are you worried you won't be able to have a future with me after this?"

She smiled, although still a little worried.

"Fine, but this won't mess up time in the real world will it?"

"Don't worry Mione, you'll be back in time for your Charms exam."

Hermione sighed. Ron and her had been dating for just a few months now, and he'd been uninterested in her academic pursuits. She was silently hoping that after this he would make a better attempt to be involved in her interests.

"I'll see you in three days," she said, giving a small smile and downing the potion. "Procul futurae." And with a flick of her wand, she was gone.

Hermione landed softly on a bed with green silk sheets and a plush white comforter. The walls were a bright yellow, and the room had little room for more than the two dressers and the bed. She walked over to the taller traditional wooden dresser, opening the first drawer she found an assortment of silk boxers in various colours.

This doesn't look like something that Ron would wear, she thought. She shut the drawer and opened the bedroom door. In front of her was a small living room with light blue walls with one brick-accent wall with two windows on it. The living room had a kitchen attached to it with barely any transition to even say it was a separate room. It felt more like a living room with a kitchen set up in the corner, but by no means looked cheap. On the contrary, she thought it enhanced how comfortable the room looked, and the traditional furniture gave it a sophisticated touch.