Short Stories and Oneshots

Rest Your Head

Author: beatlechicksteph 

Platform: Fanfiction.net

Type: Harry Potter x Doctor Strange

Hermione is just minding her own business when someone opens a portal into her office.

Pairing: Hermione x Stephen

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Hermione Granger was working on her most recent proposal to the Wizengamot when it happened. A hole just opened up in her wall and a man stepped out. He was wearing a white linen shirt and linen pants. He had an unruly goatee, his dark hair was mussed. He was wearing no shoes. As soon as he stepped into the room, the hole that had opened behind him closed, and he looked around, confused.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, his accent betraying him as American. "Can you tell me where I am?"

She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh, you are British, so I must be somewhere in the UK. Well, this was good progress, I'm not in the snow on top of a mountain. Going to call this a win in my book. Now if you'll excuse me." The man turned around and waved his hands in a weird pattern and then took a stance, and waited. Apparently what was supposed to happen didn't, because he waved his hands again, and then took his stance and waited again. Nothing.

"Can you please tell me what you're doing in my office?" Hermione asked.

The man sighed and turned toward her. "You won't believe me if I tell you, and I don't have time to explain everything to you."

"You came out of a magic portal into my office, I'm sure I wont have any trouble believing you," Hermione retorted.

The man sighed. "My name is Stephen Strange, and I've been training with a group of people in Kamar-Taj to travel through the Mirror Dimension using, I guess you would call it magic. Basically in simple terms, I'm training to be a sorcerer."

"A sorcerer?" Hermione asked. "Like the Ancient One?"

"You've heard of the Ancient One?" the man asked.

"I've read about him. In books. But he's a legend. You're telling me he's real and you're training under him?"

"Her," the man said. "The Ancient One is a woman. And yes, I've been training under her."

"How? How did you come across her?"

The man, indicated to the chair in front of her desk. "May I?"

"Of course," Hermione said. "I'm sorry, I feel a bit rude not offering sooner."

The man pulled out the chair, and sat down. "So, I'm Doctor Stephen Strange, I am, I was, the premiere brain surgeon in Los Angeles. I'm sure you've heard of me? I'm pretty world renowned."

Hermione shook her head. "I have not heard of you, I'm sorry."

The doctor tilted his head to the side, as if seeing her for the first time. "You're dressed strangely," he stated matter of factly.

Hermione scoffed. "Have you seen yourself lately? You're not exactly dressed normal."

"Why do you look like you're attending a graduation? Is this a university?" He looked around the room and frowned. He stood up from his chair and moved to look at something he spotted on the wall. "Wait, these photographs are moving." He moved back to the desk and picked up her nameplate. "Department of Magical Creatures? Are you a sorcerer too? Is that the real reason you know who the Ancient One is?"

Hermione sighed. "I'm not a sorcerer, I'm a witch. Now will you please sit down and maybe we can fill each other in on what is going on. How did you manage to get on with the Ancient One?"