I'd just like to say that this is, yet another, Harry Potter fanfic. Just a simple idea I had, nothing more, nothing less.

Unlike my other story, Little Boy Draco, this fanfic is entirely Harmony. Got it?

Wonderful!

Do remember: I'm all American. With Swedish heritage, but that's beside the point. Do point out if I get any of the 'Britishisms' wrong.

Thank you!

-iiWishUponAStar

Disclaimer: Er…no. Sorry. I totally wish.

Summary: Jean Hedger has lived a perfectly good life. It shatters around her when she goes out for a walk, meeting someone who keeps calling her Hermione…H/Hr

Identity Crisis

Chapter One

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He told me not to go out that day. Ruddy bad weather was the excuse. I needed some groceries to make lunch, so I told myself I wouldn't be gone long. I pulled my long brown hair in a ponytail and grabbed my jacket, just in case it was a bit nippy outside.

The market wasn't that far from our home, and I immediately decided that I would take a short constitutional before I went shopping. As expected for the morning, it couldn't have been past ten anyway, it was a bit cold. I shrugged my jacket on, a gift from years ago that miraculously still fit, and headed down the walkway.

I made my way down the sidewalk, breathing in the crisp air. Every exhale brought tendrils of smoke from my mouth, and I laughed quietly at the sight. It had been so long since I had been out so early in the morning, and to be frank, I missed seeing my breath cloud in front of me. It brought back memories of my parents, Richard and Jane Collins, while we built a snowman when I was twelve. I had met Dan, my husband, when I was in school. He was just over a year older than me, but I was smitten. We were married just a year ago, making us both twenty now.

I turned down the street and smiled at the scene before me. Early birds were already walking down the street, and I gave my hellos to my neighbors with their children. I faintly remembered that it was Sunday. Dan and I never go to church, since he works and I don't want to go alone.

"Well, Mrs. Hedger! Fancy seeing you out and about dear!" Someone called.

I turned and smiled. "Mrs. Malloy! How are the husband and kids?"

"Oh fine, fine!"

The heavy-set woman made her way over to where I stood, and she pulled me into a hug.

"I needed groceries for lunch so I thought I'd take a walk before I popped on over to the store," I said.

"I was thinking the same thing, Jean. Come on, let's head inside."

We walked side by side and just before we entered the store, I stopped her.

"Whatever is the matter, dear?"

"The Leaky Cauldron," I murmured.

"Is that one of the books Dan reads? Oh, he's hopelessly in love with that knowledge isn't he?" Mrs. Malloy laughed.

"No, that building right over there."

She followed my pointed finger with her eyes, and her brow furrowed.

"There's nothin' there, Jean. Let's get you inside the store now."

I followed along willingly. It was confusing to say the least that I could see 'The Leaky Cauldron', and yet she couldn't. I blamed it on poor eyesight and made a mental note to check with an eye doctor as soon as possible.

Mrs. Malloy and I walked among the food products, talking about her kids and her husband. Mrs. Natalia Malloy was around sixteen years older than me, and she had two kids. A boy and a girl, twins in fact, named Nicolas and Nicole. They were both fifteen.

Her husband, Chris, worked in the same office as my husband. He was a happy man, and he took nothing for granted.

"How would you and Dan like to come over for dinner tonight?" Mrs. Malloy asked. "Nicolas and Nicole have been looking forward to see you. They want you to bring your famous dessert."

I laughed heartily with the woman while we picked up ingredients for our households.

"I'll have to ask Dan tonight when he gets home from work," I answered.

"Of course. Please call me if you can or can't make it."

I nodded and we bought our food, exiting the place and into the cold again. I tightened my coat around my body and said goodbye to Mrs. Malloy, as we parted ways down the street.

"Hermione!" I heard someone call.

Now that was a beautiful name. It was different, but in a good way.

"Hermione!"

His voice sounded almost desperate. Poor bloke. His girlfriend must be ignoring him. But...his voice was closer somehow. Surely he couldn't mean me, after all my name was Jean, not Hermione.

A hand touched my shoulder, and I jumped. I turned around and looked at who touched me. He had messy black hair with vivid green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He smiled, no beamed, at me.

"I've finally found you, 'Mione! It's been three long years since you disappeared! Where did you go?" He began rambling.

I forced a small smile at him. He was terribly confused, and he looked to be about twenty, the same age as me.

"Please," I said, "come to my house. We can get some tea while I prepare lunch."

The man nodded, smiling again. He walked beside me in silence as we continued the trek to my house. I was thinking of ways of how I could break the news to him, to tell him that I wasn't this 'Hermione'.

We stepped inside the comfort of my home, and I shrugged my jacket off, setting the bag of groceries down on the ground.

"Let me get those," he offered, grabbing the bag of groceries.

I smiled at him and led him through the kitchen. He set the groceries on the counter, and I began putting them away. He furrowed his brow for a moment, and when I looked at him, he smiled once more.

I made some tea and handed him a cup as we retired to my living room. I took the couch, and he took the chair. We stared at each other for a minute before he set his cup down.

"I want to know just what happened after I defeated Voldemort, Hermione. There's no reading from your wand, and everyone has been worried sick."

I set down my tea cup moments later.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't the faintest idea who you are. My name is Jean Mia Hedger. I haven't heard of any Voldemort or...did you say wand? Dear me."

"Sweet Merlin, Hermione," the boy whispered, putting his face in his hands.

"Jean," I reminded him.

"No, that's your middle name. Hermione Jean Granger."

I picked up my tea cup again and frowned.

"And just who might you be?" I questioned.

"Harry James Potter, half-blood wizard."

I burst out laughing moments later. "A wizard? Right! And I'm the Queen of England."

I watched as he pulled a stick out of his pocket. He pointed at the tea cup.

"Wingardium Leviosa," he murmured.

I watched in shock and awe as the cup began to rise. He grabbed the cup out of mid-air and drank some of his tea.

"You were saying?" He asked, a small twinkle of happiness reflecting in his eyes, the hint of a small smirk on his lips.

"Ah...well then. What does this all have to do with me?" I asked.

He pulled a picture out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a moving picture of three children. The caption read, 'Harry, Ron, and Hermione, The Golden Trio!'

I noticed Harry right away, smiling and laughing in the middle of the boy and the girl. The other boy, Ron, was smiling and had his arm around Harry. The girl had an arm around Harry, with his arm around her waist. The girl smiled widely at Harry and tears blurred my vision.

She looked like me.

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Ne? Ne? Bad or good? Haha like I said before criticisms on the britishisms…isms. Haha. Well, I'll go now, and as always, read and review!

-iiWishUponAStar