A Year Abroad (Hermione/Viktor)

Visions

She smirked as Hermione oiled up her hands.
"I knew you would change your mind." She chuckled and Hermione sighed and shook her head, an irrepressible smile on her face.
"How do I do it?" She asked and Dorfinde shook her head.
"Not so fast." She slowed Hermione down, much to the annoyance of Hermione.
"First, we will do a memory, these are far easier." Dorfinde gave Hermione a piece of glass and got her to mold it into a ball.
"Now, I want you to think of a memory, one that makes you feel warm inside." Hermione smiled, thinking about her birthday dinner, surrounded by the people she loved.
"Now, send it down your body, from your brain, down your neck, down your arms, visualise it travelling through your body. When it is in your hands and you can feel it there, release it." She instructed and Hermione tried, but once it got to her elbows, she lost it. She sighed and wanted to give up. But Dorfinde knew she could do it.
"It's okay. Try again." She told her. So, Hermione took a deep breath and felt the memory get past her elbows this time and flow past her fingers. Her eyes were pressed shut. But they opened when Dorfinde placed her hands over Hermione's.
"Look what you made." She told her and Hermione held the ball, with the memory encased in it. She saw Viktor and Chigvintsev laughing, Luna and Mladen talking amongst themselves and Hagrid telling her about a new breed of butterfly he had found in the forests at Hogwarts. She looked at the ball and felt her mouth fall agape.
"It's like a pensive." She mused and Dorfinde smiled.
"It is better, because you can keep it." Hermione beamed, knowing that she could keep this wonderful memory in her room.

Days went by and Hermione was perfecting her trade. She sent a globe to her Mother, with the memory of the first time she had seen her in the wizarding world, she sent Luna one of a wonderful memory of them laughing together one evening and then she wondered which she should make for Viktor. Christmas was coming up soon and she wanted to give him something special.

Dorfinde had already thought of this.
"I think you should give Viktor a vision." Dorfinde told Hermione.
"Well, you know I don't really believe in that." She told her.
"Well, you better start believing." Dorfinde was done with Hermione's skepticism.

She sat her in front of a crystal ball.
"Seriously?" Hermione asked, eyebrows raised.
"The crystal ball has been used in magic for centuries." Dorfinde told her.
"I can project visions, but I cannot put them into glass. This is what I am going to attempt to teach you. But to teach you, I have to first make you believe." She told Hermione and she watched as Dorfinde closed her eyes and projected an image of the teacher with a little black cat.
"Oh, I was thinking of getting a cat. I'm glad I do." She smiled and Hermione stared into the glass. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"I still don't fully believe it." Dorfinde knew this would happen, so she searched for another vision and before she could pull in back in, it was projected.

Hermione gasped as she saw Viktor in the hospital. He looked a little older, but he was in extreme pain, she could see it on his face.
"What is this? I don't understand." Hermione told Dorfinde and the teacher sadly told her the vision.
"Viktor will sustain an injury that will end his career by the time he is 23." She told Hermione.
"No, I don't believe you. This is all nonsense." She stood up and walked away, the part of her that believed Dorfinde terrified.

Chigvintsev was surprised to see Hermione so late.
"She said Viktor's career would be over by 23!" She shook her head.
"I am sorry."
"For what?! It's not like it's real." She cried out and Chigvintsev looked at her with sad eyes.
"You don't believe her do you?!" She asked, wondering if everyone was going crazy.
"I do." He told her and she sighed and shook her head.
"It is so funny. You vould be an amazing vision reader if you only tried." He told her and that caught her attention.
"Then teach me." She insisted.

Hermione was afraid of the crystal ball, but she trusted Chigvintsev more than she trusted Dorfinde.
"Now, place your hands on either side of the ball." And she did as he said.
"Now, go into the place of your mind that believes Dorfinde. I know it is there." He told her. Hermione sighed, but found that place.
"I need you to concentrate, harder than you ever have, on that part of your mind." Hermione did so. She focused everything on that part of her brain that she entertained very rarely.

Suddenly, colours began swirling and she heard shouting. That was when she heard Viktor's voice. He was shouting commands that she couldn't understand. When the vision became brighter, clearer, Hermione saw Viktor in a Coach's uniform. He was smiling, laughing in a way that he had never done on the pitch before. The men respected him and she felt so much love, seeing him so happy. Then, the vision was snatched away.
"I don't understand." Hermione said.
"It is hard, being wrong." he told her and she huffed, having to admit she was wrong.
"It seems Viktor vill enjoy coaching even more than playing." He smiled down at her and Hermione shook her head, confused.
"But, he had never mentioned coaching before." She shook her head.
"Sometimes the things ve are best at are the things ve do not think ve can do." He told her, leaving her alone, with nothing but her thoughts and a blank crystal ball.