A cross-over fic of Pitch Perfect and Harry Potter. Again this is a collab fic with YouJustGotPitchSlapped Do enjoy the story!
You toss and turn on a white linen bed you are not familiar with. You had dreamt of the same thing over and over again. A flash of yellow light stings your eyes and the abrupt turn of the car jostles you. It always ends like that. You were on the passenger side of the car and your dad was happily recalling the fun times your mom and he had while in London. You had just moved there a few days ago, as your dad wanted you to experience the Hogwarts adventure, like your mother. You were returning from a lovely dinner, because your dad had insisted that you ate out with him, "We can have some special bonding time before you head out to Hogwarts." He beamed at you as he continued to tell stories, while you just sat there and smiled back to your dad.
That's when it happened. All you can remember after the flash of light, was the frightened and shocked expression of your father. The last thing you whispered to him was "dad."
Your senses awaken yet you refuse to open your eyes. You badly want to cry, cry for the loss of your father, cry for the loss of your mother, cry for the loss of your soul. You ask yourself, "Where do I go now?", "What do I do?" but you are empty, no answers are to be found. You beg to forget the past, the accident. If offered you would happily agree to have the painful memories erased. You would rather forget the memories swirling inside your head, constantly reminding you that you are all alone now.
A doctor comes and begins to check up on you, as you just stare at him as he starts his routine. Someone from Social Services arrives hours later, and explains your situation. As your dad is the only relative you have (that you know of), she says you will be taken into an orphanage. Days later you are discharged from the hospital. A lady with wavy, well-kept locks comes to fetch you. She's familiar, but you can't quite place her name.
"Hi." She smiles, and you swear you see a flicker of sorrow in her chocolate-y eyes. Empathy perhaps? "I'm Hermione Granger. We will be taking you in now."
Your eyes widen slightly in recognition. Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age. Somewhere you read, that alongside Harry Potter, they built an orphanage in the wizarding world, catering to the needs of children similar to you. Magical, with both parents gone.
You simply nod at whatever she is telling you, because your mind is far, far away. As hard as you try to grieve, you just...can't. Your heart doesn't seem to let you.
At some point you enter a car with her and drive toward a destination only Hermione knows of. Respectively, she notices you would rather not speak, so she leaves you alone, except for the occasional, "How are you?" or, "Are you okay?" to which you answer with an incoherent "Mhm." Eventually, the car pulls to a slow stop, and you push the car door open with little effort, and step out.
You gawk at the beauty of the mansion. A two metre high stone fence surrounds the perimeter of the house, and a few steps ahead of you is an open gate. The greenest of grass floors the distance between the gate and the walls of the incredible building, sprouting pink and yellow flowers randomly. Vines and Rose bushes line the house's exterior, contrasting with the gray stone used as the material for the walls. Several windows dot the walls, all rimmed with a creamy color and are probably double glazed. Down the middle is a sturdy balcony above a rich mahogany entrance, which can be reached by climbing some sandstone stairs.
Your eyes zoom in on the figure standing in front of the open gate. Black, unkempt hair, circular glasses, a faint scar above his right eye. You know him immediately. He meets you halfway and gives Hermione a hug and a peck on the cheek, before nodding in your direction.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter." He says with a gentle smile, as he steps forwards and wraps you in his arms. "You're not alone."
You go rigid as he hugs you, but relax into his embrace as he whispers those three words. He releases you and smiles. "Welcome to the family."
Family.
Your mind goes into overdrive. The flashes appear once more, of the bright light, the sharp turn, and your dad's expression. You don't realize you are gasping for air. The last thing you remember is you, Hermione and Harry standing outside the mansion, you stumbling backward and Harry leaping to your side to carry you indoors.
Hermione gives you a paper bag to breath in, as she coaches you to inhale and exhale. Inhale, and Exhale.Over and over again. Hermione disappears, only to reappear with a glass of water in her hand. You just close your eyes and focus on steadying you breathing, determined to not embarrass yourself in front of the two greatest wizards and witches in the wizarding world. Finally even breathes come to you, and you swallow the water gratefully.
"I'm sorry," You choke out.
"Don't be." Hermione says comfortingly as she straightens up and retrieves the glass of water from you. "Harry, take her to her new room, she needs rest. We'll just introduce her to everyone later."
You crack your back as Hermione places a kind kiss on top of your head and murmurs, "Dinner will be served in a bit. We're here for you." For some reason, you actually believe her. You have faith in her soothing words. You trust that everything will be alright.
Maybe it will.
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