            She would be naïve to think Lucius wasn’t somehow involved in the prophecy. He was too close—too close to her, to the quest, to the secrets swarming Hermione’s every move this long winter. And while Hermione had always scoffed at the tedious subject of Divination, she knew that it held some merit with the way Fate played her tangled game. Harry and You Know Who were proof enough of that. And as Trelawney had once lectured, prophecy was two parts fate, one part action. Once discovered, every decision, every choice made by those involved in the prophecy would spur it closer to completion. At the beginning, Fate was a wild, twisted tree, her branches numerous in their forks. But as time swept onward, and choices played out, those branches would narrow.