The Alternate Dimension From Hell
Gin woke with the mother of all hangovers and rolled over, hands groping for her bed companion.
"It's a bit early for that, Gin," Pansy complained, but despite her words, didn't seem to mind when Gin's roving hands found the corner of her shirt and began wriggling her way beneath.
"Aw, my heart bleeds for you," Gin replied, preoccupied with the soft skin she'd found. Damn the Harpies for having a training schedule that required she woke before seven in the morning.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," Pansy said, then groaned. "Oh, Gin..."
"Oh, shall I stop?" Gin teased. She knelt up, about to divest Pansy of her shirt, when there was a blinding flash of light.
BOOM!
Thunder rumbled, shaking the room. The world shimmered and dissolved around her. Gin sprawled face first into the covers, dizzy with shock.
"What the fuck?" Gin hissed.
Beneath her, someone screamed.
"Who the hell are you?" cried an extremely familiar voice.
Gin tumbled back off the bed and rolled to her feet. She was exactly where she'd been before the flash of light, but the room couldn't have been more different. It was the master bedroom of 12 Grimmauld Place, which Gin had taken off Harry's hands five years ago. But instead of the Harpies posters she'd hung and the scarlet red she'd painted the feature wall, the room was a boring cream, the sole picture an image of Hogwarts at night, enchanted so that the windows glowed. Her enormous four-poster bed with steel grey silk sheets had been replaced with a sturdy oak bed frame covered by white cotton sheets embroidered with yellow sunflowers—her mother's work, she'd recognise it anywhere. It was homely, domestic… everything that Gin wasn't.
"Ginny?"
From beneath the covers, Harry fucking Potter poked out his head. Next to him, so did a woman. This woman had warm brown eyes and ginger hair. She could have been Gin's twin from her school days, only aged by ten years.
Right.
Shit.
Right.
This was one hell of a cosmic joke.
"My name is Gin," Gin said. "I suppose this is an alternate dimension that I've fallen into." She narrowed her eyes at her other self—this woman that still called herself Ginny. "Looks like it's the alternate dimension from hell."
"Hey!" Ginny snapped. "Are we just supposed to believe you? And what the hell have you done to your hair?"
"I was born this way," Gin drawled. She sincerely hoped that this was only a temporary displacement, not a permanent one.
When Harry and Ginny exchanged a long look, Gin took the opportunity to roll her eyes.
"I dyed it. Obviously."
"Sarcastic little thing, aren't you?" Harry observed.
"Still a sassy little shit, then?" Gin retorted.
"It's black," Ginny said. She blinked, as if trying to clear her vision. "You dyed our hair… black."
"Black like my soul," Gin responded with a vicious grin. "What the fuck are you doing in bed with Harry fucking Potter?"
"We're married," Ginny said.
"Married? Fuck me… What happened to 'marriage is the root of all evil, we'll be single forever and shag every fit woman in the world'? You're the type of sprog-bearing house-wife that we used to love seducing into depravity."
In the bed, Harry began chuckling, then snorting with laughter. He didn't look much different from the Harry back in Gin's dimension, but he must have been on the inside.
This was so weird.
"You, you don't get off lightly either. What happened to Phlegm? Last I heard, you were both too busy breaking into Aztec ruins together to even think about marriage."
"Fleur?" Ginny shrieked. Gin cackled. There was one similarity—they both obviously had a temper. "He shacked up with Fleur?"
Abruptly, Harry stopped laughing and started glancing between them with panic in his eyes.
"Er, what? No. Ginny, I-I-"
"Bit of a sore spot for you, too? She never did sleep with me, the stuck up bitch. What?" Gin demanded when both Ginny and Harry turned incredulous eyes upon her. "Maybe she'll be up for a threesome, now I know that an alternate version of myself managed to snag you, Harry."
"Right, err, I'm just going to call an Unspeakable," Harry said, his voice apologetic. He slipped out of the bed, shirtless, but wearing pyjama bottoms decorated with little snitches. Gin didn't bother disguising her snort and he slung her a rueful glance. He shoved his glasses on his nose, snatched up his wand, and stumbled out of the room.
"So," Ginny said, sitting up in a ragged t-shirt proclaiming her to be the Harpies Chaser. At least some things hadn't changed. "Tell me more about your universe, crazy me with hair dyed black and no underthings on."
Gin glanced down and grinned. She was wearing the exact same shirt as Ginny, but no underwear. She snatched up the nearest pair of pants and pulled them on.
"Wouldn't want to scar the Unspeakable," Gin said and winked. "Unless you fancy having a go at yourself before Harry gets back?"
Ginny spluttered. "I-what? No!"
Gin sighed. "Shame. I'd always wondered if I am as good in bed as I think I am."
"Oh, you are." Harry had returned, surprisingly quickly. "Hermione's on the case."
Gin frowned. In her universe, Hermione was in the midst of collecting her third doctorate at the Atlantean University and was too busy to answer Floo calls.
"She's Minister," Harry explained.
"Has Draco finally convinced her to settle down, then?" Gin asked, as that could be the only reason why her Hermione would leave her studying and likely not even then.
"Draco!"
The horrified look on Ginny's face told Gin that this was yet another discrepancy.
"Not Draco, then?"
Harry shook his head.
"She's been married to Ron for seven years now."
"My pig of a brother?" Gin squawked. "This really is the dimension from hell! Next you'll be telling me that you've named your children after your worst enemies. Oh, I can see it now… Albus Vernon Severus Potter the Third!"
Gin chose to ignore the guilty look that Harry then shot Ginny and the vindicated glare that Ginny shot back.
"You know, Ginevra, I suspect that this is all your fault," another familiar voice drawled. Gin grinned, feeling her shoulders sag with relief.
"Oh, yes, I intentionally brought my crazy alter-ego from another dimension here to disturb my Sunday morning," Ginny snarled. Gin turned to see the Pansy from this dimension walk into the bedroom.
"You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," alter-Pansy sniped.
"My Pansy's always saying that, too," Gin said. "Hello, gorgeous."
"Your Pansy?" Ginny said. "Your Pansy."
Gin winked at alter-Pansy. "You're really missing out, my tame, married, boring self. Pansy's a tigress in the sheets."
"Sure I am," Ginny said. "Sure I am!" She was beginning to sound hysterical. Harry wrapped a soothing arm around her waist and shot Gin a reproving glare. Gin snorted, turning to by far the most interesting person in the room.
Alter-Pansy winked back at her.
"You're hair's black, darling," she said, waving her wand in gentle, absent circles.
"James Potter's actually my biological father," Gin drawled.
"Really?" alter-Pansy said, sounding delighted.
"No!" Ginny interrupted. "She dyed it that way. By choice! Why would she do that?"
"I'm a raging, rebellious lesbian," Gin said. "Am I stuck in this dimension, Pansy-dear?"
Alter-Pansy shook her head.
"Nope. We've been having spatial and dimensional anomalies all morning. You're not the first. Did you know that in one universe, Harry and the Dark Lord actually settled down and adopted all the orphaned children in magical Britain? In another, Hermione Granger became a Dark Lady and ruled the entire world with an iron fist."
"In mine, there's a version of you who's probably waiting rather anxiously for me to get back," Gin said, ignoring the Potters' spluttering beside her. "Well?"
"You'll be pulled back to the correct dimension any moment now," alter-Pansy promised.
"Come with?" Gin asked. "I've always wanted to have a threesome with two of you."
Alter-Pansy grinned wickedly. "I would if I could. Sadly I'll just have to settle for trying to seduce the Ginny in this dimension. However… ask your version of me if I've got a Time-Turner lying around… you might just be surprised."
Gin smirked. "That I will," she agreed. She stepped forward and pulled alter-Pansy into a snog. "Just in case this boring version of me never gets her head out of her arse."
"Hmm, tastes like cinnamon," Pansy mused. "12 Grimmauld Place in your dimension awaits you, I believe."
"And stop dying your hair black!" Ginny cried. "Mum must hate it."
Gin raised a brow. "She's the one that helped me dye it in the first place," she replied. "Cheerio, pip-pip and all that."
The world began to tremble and Gin braced herself, ready for the return journey. With an unassuming pop, Gin reappeared back in her bed, silk sheets and all.
Pansy was pacing, jerking her wand wildly at the air. She whirled on one foot the moment Gin reappeared.
"Gin!" she cried, throwing her wand to the floor and tackling Gin onto the mattress.
"Oh, did you miss me?" Gin asked between kisses. "I didn't even notice that I was gone."
"Sarcastic little bitch," Pansy replied, pinching her side. "Don't disappear on me like that ever again."
"I won't," Gin promised, pulling Pansy close.
Surprisingly, she found that she meant it. Trying to shake off the peculiar feeling that was something like commitment, Gin grinned up at Pansy.
"Heya Pans… I had an interesting conversation with an alternate dimension version of you… any chance you've got a Time-Turner lying around?"
Word Count: 1615
Beater 2 Round 5: (Multi-verse Dimension) Write a story about a character meeting his/her doppelganger from another universe.
Optional Prompts
3.[Setting] 12 Grimmauld Place
14.[Word] Sarcasm
15.[Color] Black