All Was Well
Imagine if the Golden Trio never left Hogwarts for their seventh year. Imagine them trying to solve another little mystery, and needing Polyjuice Potion to do so. Imagine seventeen-year-old Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, stirring a cauldron. Imagine a tiny first year girl who really needs the bathroom running in. Imagine this little girl freezing at the sight of three seventh years, two of them boys, sitting of the cold stone floor of the deserted girl's bathroom, mixing a potion. Imagine her crossing her legs and, terrified, edging slowly towards the nearest stall. Imagine the trio watching her for a moment, exchanging glances, until Ron finally pipes up, "Oi! Midget!" Imagine the girl running back out with a squeak, and Hermione scolding Ron, and Harry laughing as the potion sizzles between them. Imagine Hermione giving up and laughing along, their laughs echoing around the great stone walls of Hogwarts castle.
Imagine - all was well.