A/N: I can't believe I wrote this.
-=-=-=-
The Boy Who Lived woke up one Sunday morning with sunlight streaming through the windows. That's funny. My window doesn't face the sunrise.
He opened his eyes and then hurriedly reduced them to a squint following the sun's assault on his retinas. Reaching across the bed for his glasses, he found that the sheets, too, were wrong. His hand touched cool satin instead of his usual cotton.
"Hey, Gin?" he whispered to his sleeping wife. The woman beside him stirred, rolled over and was immediately asleep again. Harry decided not to wake her, instead returning his thoughts to his present location. And why his bedroom was different.
Oh, yeah. He was at Hogwarts, he reminded himself as his mind slowly shook off its shroud of sleepiness. He was a visiting lecturer to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. He had come in every April, still well before exam time, for five years. Although with Ginny talking about starting a family, he thought, he may soon have to start coming less frequently.
So he was in his guest chambers. That made enough sense, he told himself, clearing his head of the remains of a now-distant dream, which, as he vaguely recalled, involved dancing and an emerald green gown.
But how had Ginny gotten here?
Now that his eyes had adjusted to the morning brightness, he ventured another glance at the woman snoozing in his bed. It was all he could do not to blurt a few choice expletives.
Dark hair.
He still wasn't sure who was lying next to him; all he knew was that it was definitely not his wife. The woman in question was facing away from him, so he slipped carefully out of bed and into his dressing gown while making his way to the other side. Before he could even see her face, he caught sight of square-framed glasses on the nightstand and stopped dead.
Not possible.
He proceeded on tiptoe, slowly, but desperate to prove his first thought wrong. His stomach dropped to his knees when he realized that the twisted raven tresses indeed belonged to a somewhat aged woman with dark eyebrows, a sharp nose, and... Merlin's beard... a tartan nightgown.
-=-=-=-
A/N: This will be four chapters long. Just a little ficlet – I have it all planned out, so it should all be up soon.