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I'm which the students of Hogwarts react to a secretive Hufflepuff in hopes of changing the future, but she hides more secrets than they could expect.
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Nine years later
"Nine years!" James gasped, a worried look on his face. What if something had happened to Harry during that time? "That's too much time!"
"But maybe we are not in a comma anymore." Lily tried to be positive, but something inside her gut told her that wasn't true.
"Or maybe García has managed to attract more beasts and is now dead." Snape huffed, receiving glares from the neighboring Slytherins.
That one made Mariana scowl. How rude: she wasn't that easy to kill.
A woman could be seen through the windows of a house painted sky-blue, sitting in front of a desk in the middle of the make-shift office. A phone was pressed to her ear as she toyed with a long braid that fell over her shoulder, definitely due to annoyance.
Mariana perked up at the view of the Big House. In the screen, it looked freshly painted, which was nice considering the paint had been peeling for years. Maybe Chiron had finally organized a remodeling.
"Sir, I've told you: in Delphi Strawberry Service, we have a no refunds policy." She spoke politely to the person on the other side of the line, receiving only angry grunts. "No, sir: we can't make exceptions. No, sir. As I've said: the no refunds policy is non removable."
The growing annoyance in her voice, barely concealed by the costumer service tone she was using, made it clear the conversation had extended for a long time.
"Delphi Strawberry Service?" A Gryffindor asked, curious about the name.
"Yeah! It's the cover we use for Camp Half-blood." Mariana explained. "We sell strawberries from our fields."
"Are they good?" Remus tilted his head, his sweet tooth showing.
"Very." His friend nodded.
"Sir-" She was cut again by the angry huffs, and she clenched her hands around the phone. "Sir, I assure you that it's perfectly normal for some strawberries to taste sour. They're organic, after all."
That didn't seem to make the man happy, and the woman had to pull the phone away from her ear to not be deafened by the loud curses he was screaming.
"Oh gods..." she muttered to herself, turning around in the swivel chair, revealing her face.
"That's you!" A first year Hufflepuff gasped, his face brightening in seconds. "And you have wrinkles!"
"Hey!" Mariana furrowed her brows, offended. In her humble opinion, she looked great.
"Don't listen to him, Mariana. You look... mature." The boy's friend added nervously, which didn't help at all.
"Ay Dios mío." She groaned, covering her face.
Meanwhile, Remus was trying to pinpoint the differences on his friend's face, now a thirty years-old woman. For example, her hair was even longer than before, the braid landing down to her hips. She was also tanner, her dark skin having acquired a healthy shine, and it also looked like she had been making a lot of exercise, since the muscles in her arm tensed as the angry voice on the phone kept on and on about how he would sue them.
