Sparks of Prophecy: Chapter 11, harry potter - j. k. rowling fanfic

JojiJofi18

Characters

Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's Owl, Parvati Patil, Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Sybill Trelawney, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Lavender Brown, Poppy Pomfrey, Hermione Granger & Minerva McGonagall, Lavender Brown & Hermione Granger & Parvati Patil, Crookshanks & Hermione Granger, Selwyn (Harry Potter)

Tags

Slow Burn Minor Character Death Slow Build Slow Romance Slow To Update Blackmail Tarot Reading (Divination Cards) Slow Dancing Triwizard Tournament (Harry Potter) Triwizard Tournament Happens Differently (Harry Potter) Hogwarts Fifth Year Durmstrang Hermione Granger-centric Divination Beauxbatons (Harry Potter) Seer Hermione Granger Seer Sybill Trelawney Tarot Imagery & Symbolism (Divination Cards) Durmstrang Student Draco Malfoy Orphan Hermione Granger

Summary

Seers—rare, powerful, and hunted. A gift coveted by many, but for those who possess it, a curse that forces them into the shadows.No one truly knows why Hermione Granger vanished that night in the middle of her third year. The students were left with whispers and speculation, but the truth was locked away with the faculty. Yet, the world shifted in her absence. The Triwizard Tournament was mysteriously postponed, and heirs of ancient pureblood families were quietly pulled from Hogwarts.For two years, an eerie silence settled over the castle. The halls felt colder, the air thick with the unspoken knowledge that something was deeply, terribly wrong.Then, in fifth year, she returned. As if nothing had happened. As if she had never disappeared at all. But she was changed—quieter, sharper, always muttering about Divination.And Draco Malfoy was watching. Because he, too, had been forced into something against his will—the Triwizard Tournament. And if the rumors were true, if Granger knew things no one else did, she might be the only one who could keep him alive.If she was willing to help.

Note

The Oracle’s Burden: Growing Threats Against SeersBy Leopold Gamp, Wizarding World Weekly Investigative ReporterA chilling trend is emerging in the wizarding world—Seers, those gifted with glimpses of the future, are disappearing at an alarming rate. Reports suggest they are being hunted, coerced, and even sold to those who would exploit their abilities for personal or political gain.“Seers have always been rare,” says renowned Divination expert Cassandra Trelawney. “But now, many are too afraid to reveal their gift. Some go into hiding. Others simply vanish.”The Ministry claims to be investigating, yet skeptics argue that corruption—or worse, complicity—may be at play. With the demand for foresight higher than ever, the question remains: how long before Seers become nothing more than tools in the hands of the powerful?

Chapter 11

April 20, 2025 at 03:13 AM

Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed, candlelight flickering as she spread the tarot cards before her. The castle was alive with excitement for the champion selection, but she found herself drawn to the quiet of divination.

She turned the first card.

The Tower.

Her stomach twisted.

The next card—The Chariot.

And the third—The Wheel of Fortune.

Hermione exhaled, staring at the spread. The Tower symbolized destruction and upheaval, the Chariot a struggle for control, and the Wheel of Fortune an unavoidable turning point. A storm was coming, one that would shift everything.

Before she could dwell further, Lavender’s voice called, "Hermione! Are you coming? The Goblet’s picking soon!"

Hermione hesitated, but quickly gathered her cards. Whatever was coming—she’d deal with it when it arrived.

By the time Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati made their way to the Great Hall, the castle was alive with chatter. Students were still caught up in the excitement of the tournament, and the halls buzzed with speculation.

At breakfast, Hermione found herself sitting between the two girls, a comfortable presence despite the underlying awkwardness of still adjusting to their company.

“Did you see how many people put their names in last night?” Lavender asked, stirring her tea with unnecessary enthusiasm. “I heard a few seventh-years sneaked past the age line!”

Parvati giggled. “And failed. One boy from Beauxbatons ended up sprouting antlers.”

Hermione shook her head, hiding a small smile. It was… nice, being able to sit here and just listen to normal school gossip.

The moment was interrupted when Ron plopped down across from them, looking exasperated. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? So much fuss over a stupid tournament.”

Lavender and Parvati exchanged amused glances, but Hermione only raised a brow. “You didn’t put your name in?”

Ron scoffed. “Of course not! I’m not mental. But I’d love to see Malfoy try.”

The Great Hall was packed, the air thick with anticipation. The Goblet of Fire, roaring with enchanted blue flames, sat in the center of the hall.

Dumbledore raised his arms, silencing the excited whispers. "The moment has come. The Goblet will now select the champions for the Triwizard Tournament."

The flames surged, and a slip of parchment shot out. Dumbledore caught it smoothly.

"For Beauxbatons… Fleur Delacour!"

The elegant blonde stood, flipping her silvery hair as she strode confidently toward the front. Applause followed her, though some students exchanged murmurs about her Veela heritage.

Another burst of fire.

"For Durmstrang… Viktor Krum!"

The hall erupted into cheers. The Quidditch star stood, his expression unreadable, and made his way forward, his fellow Durmstrang students clapping him on the back.

The flames surged again.

"For Hogwarts… Cedric Diggory!"

The Hufflepuff table exploded in cheers as Cedric walked up, his expression a mix of pride and humility.

The Goblet’s flames dimmed, flickering down. The room seemed to relax, students turning to one another to discuss the champions.

Then—

The flames roared to life once more.

Another name flew from the fire.

Dumbledore caught it, his face tightening as he read:

"Harry Potter."

The Great Hall went silent.

Hermione felt her heart drop. Harry sat frozen, staring at Dumbledore in open shock.

"But—but he didn’t put his name in," Ron whispered hoarsely.

Murmurs spread rapidly through the hall.

"Potter!" Dumbledore called again.

Harry stood stiffly, his face pale as he made his way forward. The hall erupted into whispers and accusations.

"This has never happened before!"

"He cheated!"

"But he’s not even of age!"

The flames flared again.

A final name shot out.

Dumbledore caught it, his expression unreadable before he spoke.

"Draco Malfoy."

A new silence fell.

Draco, seated among the Durmstrang students, went rigid. His gray eyes flickered between the Goblet, Karkaroff, and Dumbledore. Slowly, he stood, his steps measured as he walked to the front.

The hall exploded.

"Two Hogwarts champions, now two Durmstrang?!"

"But Malfoy’s still a Hogwarts student—!"

"This is insane!"

Hermione gripped the edge of the table, her mind racing. The Tower. The Chariot. The Wheel of Fortune.

Everything had just changed.