Hi! I reposted this chapter because I forgot to put in some small, but important details about Harry.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the sole property of J.K. Rowling.
One chilly December afternoon found 17-year-old Harry Potter in the Great Hall waiting in line with his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
"This is pointless. I could be studying for our N.E.W.T.'s!" Hermione said irritably as the line moved forward slowly.
"Relax, Hermione. N.E.W.T.'s are ages away." Harry said.
Beside him, Ron kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Why are we doing this again?" he asked impatiently.
"Because Professor Dumbledore thinks that it wouldn't be polite to decline an offer made by a world-famous Seer." Hermione said in a monotone, standing on her tiptoes to see how many people were before them. She sighed. "I should've brought a book with me." She mumbled.
Two days ago, the famous Seer Cassandra Vablatsky visited Hogwarts. She was so delighted by the hospitality of the school that she offered to give predictions to all the students. Professor Dumbledore had insisted that everyone participate so as not to seem discourteous.
"I bet she's a fraud, just like Trelawny." Hermione said, tapping her foot.
"We'll find out soon enough." Harry answered.
The line moved forward until finally, the trio reached the small table where Ms. Vablatsky was seated behind. She was wearing purple satin robes embroidered with an intricate design. On her fingers were many rings, some bearing odd symbols. She wore a pendant made of some dark green stone, hanging from her neck. Unlike Professor Trelawny, whose bangles made her seem like an overgrown insect, Cassandra Vablatsky's adornments complemented her and gave her a certain air of mystery.
Ron stepped forward. "Let's see." Cassandra said. She closed her eyes and brought her fingertips to her temples. Ron exchanged a look with Harry, rolling his eyes.
"You," Cassandra said dramatically, opening her eyes, "will get a perfect grade in your next Charms exam."
"Really?" Ron said happily, moving aside. Harry stepped forward.
"Ah… the famous Harry Potter." She said softly, upon catching sight of Harry. She repeated what she did with Ron. Cassandra's eyes suddenly flew open. "You," she said, pointing at Harry, "will marry her." She pointed at Hermione.
Ron's eyes widened and a huge smile spread across his face. Harry snorted; he couldn't help himself. Him and Hermione? Hermione seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Harry. She was trying hard not to laugh. The very idea of her marrying Harry was ludicrous!
Cassandra didn't find it amusing, though. She glowered at Harry and Hermione. "You don't believe me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the two of them.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said apologetically, "but I just don't see it." Harry nodded.
Cassandra stood up, clutching her wand. Harry and Hermione recoiled. What was she going to do? She waved her wand in a complicated pattern, muttering words they could not hear under her breath. Nothing happened. "Next." She said, sitting back down, indicating that the line should start moving. Utterly perplexed at what just happened, the trio moved away from the table.
"You know, I reckon she hexed the two of you." Ron said seriously, the moment they were out of earshot.
"Oh, Ron. She was just trying to scare us." Hermione said nonchalantly. She spread out her arms, "See? Nothing happened."
"I don't know." Harry said, worried. "We didn't mean to insult her or anything. It's just that what she predicted was so unlikely."
Ron grinned. "Hey, the two of you never know, it just might happen."
"Oh, shut up, Ron." Hermione said touchily.
The next day, Hermione woke up, feeling extremely comfortable. Keeping her eyes closed, she shifted to her side. Suddenly, she stiffened. What the? She thought. There was an arm around her waist! She sat bolt upright and looked at the other side of her bed. A tousled, black-haired head protruded from the covers. There was only one person she knew who had that kind of hair.
"Harry!" she said, whacking the head with her pillow. "What do you think you're doing in my… my…" She trailed off, eyes widening. She had suddenly realized that the room she was in wasn't the girls' dormitory. A groan came from the person beside her. Hermione quickly jumped out of the bed in panic.
"Hermione?" the man said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. Hermione gasped. It was Harry, but not the Harry she remembered. For one thing, this Harry was definitely older, with stubble around his chin and with a much deeper voice. His scar was still as prominent on his forehead, the jagged line easily visible against his pale skin.
Harry peered at Hermione, squinting. Instinctively, he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and put them on. He looked shocked. "What happened to you, Hermione?"
"What happened to me?! What happened to you?!" Hermione shrieked.
Harry touched his face with his hand, eyes widening in horror when he felt the stubble. Hermione crossed the room to a mirror and gasped when she saw her reflection. Staring back at her was an older version of herself. She touched her hair, so did the woman in the mirror.
"Harry?" she asked, voice shaking slightly, "What happened?"
Harry walked behind her and looked in the mirror as well. "I don't know." He said, his voice sounding panicked.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened and a little girl wearing pajamas skipped inside, jumping onto the bed.
"Mummy, Daddy, it's snowing!" she shouted happily.
A/N: Hi! I really should finish my other fic first but I just couldn't resist writing this! Anyway, please review! I'd really love to know what you think of my story.