Celestial and Harry Potter, twins, find themselves in a time that isn't there own. Together they try and figure out how to survive and get back home but when they meet their future enemy Tom Riddle things start to change.
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Waking up in the morning was different. Being surrounded by this dark green and silver was new, but Celestial found comfort in the colors. It was still early, so she made her way to her bathroom and relaxed with a bath. Harry was still asleep, and it seemed he was not waking up anytime soon, so Celestial just put a loud alarm to wake him in 15 minutes. She sat by herself at breakfast, reading while the other Slytherins kept glancing at her. It wasn't till Lestrange sat across from her that they stopped glancing and full on stared.
"Morning La Fey."
"Hello Lestrange. Is there a reason you're risking your life sitting with me?"
He chuckled and motioned around her. "Your brothers not here, I think I'll be safe."
"Your funeral." She smiled.
The two discussed school work before he saw Harry enter the Great Hall and decided moved back to his group. Now, Harry wasn't as comforted by the colors. He found them dark and dreary worsening his mood. That night he had another nightmare of Voldemort only this time it included Celestial.
"Brother? Are you feeling okay?"
He scoffed and nibbled at his food. Celestial decided not to push him, not wanting her head bit off and continued to eat her own breakfast. As usual Harry and Celestial walked to class together but it was very clear that Harry wasn't happy with Celestial or anyone. Potions was agitating, Harry's mood affected their work and it was starting to annoy Celestial. When class ended, she pulled him to the side and tried talking to him.
"Something you wanna tell me? You've been more bothered than usual, so what's wrong?"
"Why were you talking to Riddle?" He questioned.
"That's what this is about? He wanted help casting a patronus spell."
Harry scoffed. "And you believed him?"
"Of course not Harry, I'm not a fool. But he doesn't know what we know so can't just suddenly hate him for no reason."
Harry scoffed again, then narrowed his eyes at her. "You fancy him don't you?"
