SERENDIPITY | harmione

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

• i'm just wondering •

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Hermione slowly turned over, groaning softly to herself, for the sun was brightly shining on her face, annoying her. She pulled the soft, lavender, blanket over her head, trying anxiously to block out the light. Sighing, Hermione snuggled closer to her pillow, a faint smile spreading across her features. Almost instantly, the smile was replaced with a look of shock, as she felt a masculine arm wrap across her waist, pulling her closer.

Quickly, she jumped up, tripping on the covers as she stumbled out of bed. Hermione loudly shrieked, her eyes widening as she looked around the unfamiliar room. However, a vexed groan drew her attention to the brown-haired boy, who slowly sat up, swiftly rubbing his eyes. He almost looked like a mirror image of Harry, besides his eyes, for they weren't their normal, bright shade of emerald.

He fumbled for his glasses, his hand groping throughout the oak nightstand drawers. Calmly, he sighed, placing the glasses upon his face; although they were much more box-shaped then Harry's had ever been.

"Ginny?" The boy called out in confusion, for he had only recalled seeing the brunette before, although, the woman standing in front of him, looked exactly like his best friend's sister.

Hermione huffed, rolling her eyes as she jogged over into- what looked like- the bathroom. "What happened to me?!" She yelled, softly touching her face, for she was hoping that this was just a dream.

Her complexion was much paler- if that was even possible- and there were countless freckles scattered across her skin. Her hair was among one of the things that were extremely different, for it was now a vibrant red. It had grown out much longer, losing its natural curl in the process. Her eyes, however, were a shade of bright green.

"Harry?" Hermione mumbled as she exited the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of the squishy bed.

"Hermione?" Harry exclaimed, his tone of voice sounded like he was somewhat relieved.

"How the heck did we end up here!? And what happened to me? I mean- you look the same, just older; but I look like an entirely different person. Who are we supposed to be?"

"I have no clue, but I guess, it wouldn't hurt to explore..." Harry shrugged, motioning to the door, a look of amusement glazed over his now chocolate brown eyes.

"I guess..." Hermione deadpanned, standing up, and leaving the room, with Harry at her heels.

The house itself was cozy and beautiful; but alas, it gave Harry an uneasy feeling. He slowly gazed around, absorbing each piece of furniture, as if he was trying to recall something from his memory.

"You ok there, Potter?" Hermione chuckled, her voice was quiet, for she was in the kitchen.

"Yeah, this place just looks slightly familiar, that's all." He reassured, following her into the kitchen. A smile instantly spread across his features, as he inhaled the fresh scent of the house. Harry couldn't exactly place a finger on what the smell was, but he knew he had recognized it from somewhere.

"Are you hungry?" He questioned, opening the cabinets in search of any food that could be prepared.

"Harry now isn't the time! We're supposed to figure out why the heck Dumbledore sent us to some alternate universe!" She exclaimed, playfully glaring at the messy-haired boy.

"I know, but I'm hungry...and plus, you don't know how long we're going to be stuck here."

"Whatever..." Hermione replied, sighing in defeat. "We were obviously sent here to change something, no matter which part of time we're stuck in-"

However, before Hermione could finish her logical thought, a knock echoed from the front door, capturing their attention. Harry gulped in fear, for he had an odd feeling about this.

"Grab your wand, Hermione..." He warned, carefully grabbing her wrist, and pulling her behind him.

"H-Harry, I'm not so sure about this." She muttered, her voice trembling in fear.

Hesitantly, Harry opened the door, feeling slightly calmer when he saw three men standing there. The first one had large scratches upon his face, showing his previous years full of pain and anguish. The second one was on the short, and stockier side, and seemed to cower behind his friends. The last man had deep black hair, that- from the looks of it- was even messier than his.

The third man cocked his head to the side in befuddlement as he noticed Harry's hand tightly clenched around his wand. "Prongs, what has gotten into you!?"