The members of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were peacefully enjoying their Saturday morning breakfast. Students were slowly wandering in as they woke up and were gradually gaining their enthusiasm for being awake. The staff was reading the Daily Prophet and discussing whatever it is they discuss for entertainment.
Except Charms Professor Lily Potter and her husband Defense Professor James Potter who were holding a whispered argument that they knew was going to end the same way arguments always did. James was going to sigh and nod, while Lily would kiss him lightly on the cheek.
This monotony was interrupted by a blast of noise from the entrance hall. Silverware rattled and a cat streaked across the hall. Students yelped in surprise as the professors leapt to their feet. Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to regain order and was raising his wand when the entrance doors blew open with another great bang.
The whole school froze in confusion as three semi-dressed teenagers sprinted full speed down the aisle toward the head table. In the lead was a small and lithe black haired boy wearing only black sleep pants. Blood ran down his chest from what looked like claw marks. To his left was a tall red headed boy dressed similarly who was carrying a gigantic sword. A rune of some sort was carved into his chest. On the other side of the black haired boy was a fit looking girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.
As the trio reached halfway across the hall they stumbled in surprise as they noticed their surroundings and the redhead shouted, "What the bloody HELL!"
"I don't know Ron!" the other two shrieked back.
"Just keep going,"gasped the girl, "We can't stop now."
"Hold it together Harry," she then snapped.
The boy, apparently Harry, hit her with a glare worthy of Professor Snape. The trio skidded to a stop in front of the staff table and bent over holding their knees for balance.
Harry glanced at a gold watch in his hand and said, "Fifteen seconds, starting now."
They pulled themselves together and moved to stand facing each other in a circle with their arms on each other's shoulders.
"We are never going to do this again," stated the red head. The other two flashed his small smiles and they all closed their eyes.
At the table Professor Snape had regained his senses and started to yell at the teenagers. The Headmasters hand shot out and silenced him. The shocked widening of the potion master's eyes went unnoticed as the smallest of the three began to sing.
For the second time in less than a minute the whole room froze. His voice was a pitch perfect tenor and seemed over developed for his age. The instant he started everyone could feel the magic building.
"A Singer," breathed Lily Potter.
As the melody built the other boy and girl added their voices in harmony. Neither was as talented as the Singer, but they were not anything to laugh at. From nowhere the sound of a symphony floated through the hall. The magic began to be visible and was swirling through the great hall in huge colored ribbons of air. The house banners waved and the air sparkled. Rainbows arched across the ceiling illusion.
The Headmaster felt the castle's delight at whatever ritual was being done in front of him so he relaxed back in his chair, content that no harm was being done to his beloved school. The occupants of the room sat in awe of the display they were experiencing. This was old magic they were witnessing and those who knew what was going on felt incredibly blessed to witness it. If only they could say for certain what was happening.
The trio in front of him shook from the amount of magic they were invoking and their bare skin was shining with a sweat. Suddenly the music faded out as they whispered, "So mote it be."
Silence crashed over the hall and the trio swayed where they stood.
"Damn," said the boy, Harry, hoarsely.
"That just about sums it up," laughed the girl.
"I am getting the sense things didn't quite go as planned?" questioned the tall boy with a sarcastic twist in his voice.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" drawled Harry. "Perhaps the large amount of formerly dead people surrounding us?"
"I am going to faint now," he then stated calmly before slumping forward, only saved from meeting the flagstone floor by the redhead hauling him into his arms. The sword was slipped into a sheath across his back and the rune was fading into his skin.
Madam Pomphrey jumped up from her seat ready to start healing at a moment's notice, but glanced at Albus nervously before approaching. The alert stances of the two conscious teenagers shifted to face the staff table head on.
"Great Merlin! Look at them!" the boy yelped.
"Thank you Ronald, I am well aware," said the girl.
Dumbledore decided it was time to get involved. With a benevolent smile he looked down at the kids and asked, "Now that was a fascinating display of magic, and I truly appreciate the recharging of the wards, but I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Who might you charming young people be?"
The red head, Ron, appeared to choke and stammered incoherently, but the girl's eyes were sweeping over the table, pausing on the Potters, before locking back with the Headmasters.
She stepped forward and said, "I am Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley, and the unconscious one is Harry Potter. I believe we have stumbled into an alternate universe."