Standing before the shelves in the Prophecy room, Hermione couldn't help but have worry that they should not be doing this. Nevertheless, she knew that before she went home to her daughter tonight, she would know what may come of their fragile future together. It was madness, but there was no way she could walk away from this without ever knowing. Not now. Not when her destiny was so close that she could reach out and touch it. Not when everything she thought she had known now was no more.