Author's Notes: Hey, so haven't written anything in years…but this idea came to me a few months ago and I've been slowly working at it. Little heads up, I love cliffhangers so there are numerous times where you're kind of jumping around in the story to different character's interactions. Anyway, thanks and enjoy!

Chapter One

MR. WEASLEY AND MISS PARKINSON-HOGWARTS

"Will you move! Honestly, I don't know why it is so difficult for you to pack up your belongings and hurry off to your next class." Ron looked up from his papers, strewn about the floor, at the pug nosed beast and snarled.

"If you're in such a hurry why don't you walk around, or is your ass too big to make it by?" He took a condescending glance at her figure before snatching up his bag and stomping out of the room, making sure to slam the door in her face as she hurried for a retort. As Ron stormed down the hallway he took a little joy in hearing a faint cry of aggravation coming from the room he had just rushed out of.

MISS PARKINSON-POTIONS ROOM

Pansy stormed in to potions unable to think of anything save Ronald Weasley. She hated the entire Weasley clan and everyone knew it. They were a disgrace to the Wizarding world. Pansy shoved a poor housemate aside and sat in her place next to Draco. Pansy stared at the love of her life for quite some time hoping he might glance in her direction. Lately it seemed Draco didn't even notice if she was around. He didn't outright ignore her or anything, he just wasn't very observant when it came to her affections towards him. She sighed and faced Professor Snape who was yelling at the last minute stragglers.

After an hour of making a potion that Pansy could not remember the name to, she sat staring at Draco while he mixed the ingredients ever so slowly. Normally Pansy took great pride in watching Draco make potions, he was after all, the best. However, today she was bored.

"Draco?" She continued before waiting for a reply. "I was just thinking," She began. Draco interrupted.

"What is it?" Draco asked carelessly as he continued stirring the cauldron fifteen times clockwise.

"Well, um, I was thinking that tonight, instead of going to the Great Hall and all that, we'd just stay in." Pansy smiled brightly at her idea. It had been weeks since they'd been alone, this would be the perfect opportunity.

"Why would we do that?" Draco still wasn't looking at her as he tossed in some ingredient Pansy thought looked like a root.

"Well, I thought it would be fun…to…" Blaise leaned over the desk he was sitting at behind Pansy and tapped Draco on the shoulder.

"It sounds great mate, besides one night away from the rest of these bleeding idiots can't hurt." Draco smirked and actually turned to his long time friend.

"Alright, we'll all meet in the Slytherin lounge tonight. Crabbe, Goyle? Are you in?" Draco asked before turning back to his potion and taking on a very concentrated face as he worked.

"Yea, I s'pose Draco." Pansy was livid but she decided it best not to make a scene here. She faced forward and crossed her arms angrily, hoping Draco would notice.

"Aww shit, I forgot the moon flower." Draco mumbled before rushing to the ingredient cabinet in search of the missing plant. Pansy glanced at their potion and looked at her notes. It looked about right, well, what did she know? She was always the one to check Draco's potions rather than actually get her hands dirty making her own. She did fairly well when she had to, but usually she let Draco make it. After all, she knew someday he would probably have a great career in potions. She honestly couldn't imagine him doing anything else. He wasn't much of a fighter believe it or not, but he could whip up a mean potion to do the job for him.

Draco hurried back to his seat, running into Granger in his haste to sit down.

"Watch it!" Hermione glared at Draco as he ignored her protests and sat down to cut up the final ingredient. Hermione rolled her eyes, unsure why she even bothered to talk to him, as she continued to the cabinet for another ingredient in her own potion. Pansy smirked, eager to have a little fun. As Draco worked she snatched some extra root on the table and stood up. She wasn't paying attention and was the second person to run into Hermione that day. Hermione was holding what looked to be dirt in a bottle. It slipped from her hands and fell to the floor, luckily it didn't break open but instead rolled under Draco's feet. Hermione growled before falling onto her hands and knees in search of the bottle. Pansy smirked before throwing the root into Hermione's potion. She slid around Draco and sat back down with an evil smirk on her face. Hermione stood up with the bottle in her hands and stomped the two feet over to her potion. She looked at it and gasped. The potion was a hideous color turquoise and began to swirl with an orange tint.

"What…?"

Draco surprisingly looked up from his own potion and smirked. Hermione glanced at him immediately and glared daggers.

"You!" She pointed angrily. Draco frowned. "You messed up my potion!" Hermione yelled, outraged. Professor Snape rolled his eyes, very used to their spats.

"I did not!" Draco defended, forgetting his own potion and standing up to his full height. Hermione didn't cower. She looked up at Draco who was about a head taller than her and placed her hands on her hips.

"Then how did it mess up Malfoy?" She growled through gritted teeth.

"How should I know Granger? It's not my fault you can't make a simple potion!" He snapped equally as outraged. Snape became quite sick of the bickering and told them both to sit down, however, while their spat continued over Hermione's potion, it began to bubble and spark as the fumes were released.

Before anyone knew what happened, a bright light surrounded Draco and Hermione and in less than a minute they were swallowed whole. The world they left behind was in complete darkness and panic. Pansy was the only person who gathered her wits and ran towards the light where she was almost sure she saw Draco and Granger disappear. She had only a moment to make a decision before running straight at the spot Draco once stood. Lights came back on and a few students stood in utter bewilderment. They had little time to figure out the situation when Dumbledore himself stormed into the room, arms held wide. Silence fell over the room as they stared curiously at their headmaster. Dumbledore spoke only two words that did very little to explain the events or keep everyone from outrageous bouts of panic.

"Oh dear."

MISS PARKINSON-UNKNOWN

Pansy fell. She knew she was falling from the feeling in her gut, her entire stomach was in her throat and she was in a state of panic for what would happen to her when she finally stopped falling. It took her a few moments to realize she still had her wand. She quickly pulled it out of her pocket and screamed out the only spell she could think of that might stop her.

"LEVIOSA!" Pansy continued to fall in dismay and a blood-curdling scream followed her down, into darkness.

MISS GRANGER-HOGWARTS

Hermione awoke with a start. She was panting and out of breath. She opened her eyes and frantically glanced around at her blurry surroundings. When her vision began to focus she tried to sit up but there was a sharp pain in her right leg. She sucked in her breath and winced at the pain. Deciding to observe her surroundings she realized she was still at Hogwarts. It seemed strange that the last thing she remembered was falling in a pit of darkness and yet she hadn't even budged from the classroom she thought for sure she had left behind. Suddenly, Hermione was taken out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps. She wanted to cry out for help but stopped herself. This didn't feel right to her. She held her breath without even meaning to until a figure waltzed through the door. The young wizard stopped abruptly and dropped his books before rushing to Hermione's side. "Are you alright ma'am? Oh my god, you're hurt really bad, I'll get the Headmaster, you just try not to move too much. I'll be right back." Hermione didn't have to wait long before the boy came barreling around the corner talking rather quickly. "…I found her over here Headmaster. She's pretty beaten up though." The Headmaster came through the doorway and stopped only a few feet from the bruised girl. "Hermione?" Hermione's jaw dropped open at the sight of the Headmaster and before she had a chance to make sense of her thoughts, she passed out.

MISS PARKINSON-HOGWARTS

Pansy was jerked awake.

"Wake up Parkinson! Slytherins, always so dramatic…" Pansy opened her eyes and found a red headed Ron Weasley standing over her with a glare.

"Weasley?" She whispered. Ron scowled. "What happened?" Pansy asked, forgetting who she was talking to.

"How would I know? You're the one that went all crazy eyed and tackled me." Ron said while dusting himself off casually.

"Tackled you? No, I was…where's Draco? Is he alright?" Pansy began to look around in absolute panic. She didn't see the blonde head she was searching for but she did see students standing in groups being questioned by teachers. Most of the students were waving their arms about in panic while others stood staring off into space with very worried expressions.

It took just over two hours before Pansy made it out of the classroom and back to her bed. She had marched up to Dumbledore and demanded to know where Draco was but the Headmaster gave her a heartfelt look before handing her a lollipop and telling her to sit down for a moment and think about what had just taken place. Pansy had shrugged off his suggestion and demanded someone tell her what had happened to her fiancé. Professor Snape was the lucky man to try and calm the poor girl down.

"Miss Parkinson, I suggest if you do not wish to lose house points, you will sit there and be quiet until you are asked to speak, do I make myself clear?" Pansy pouted but sat on the stone floor and sulked. Why could no one tell her what was happening?

MR. MALFOY-GROUNDS OF HOGWARTS

Draco was cold, wet, dizzy and bleeding profusely from his forehead and right shoulder. Needless to say he was not happy. He had fallen from the sky and landed hard on the ground just in reach of the Whomping Willow. He was thankful the tree didn't attack him right away, probably just as surprised at his abrupt landing as he was. Still, when it did strike he was hit in the shoulder and thrown into the lake. He wasn't sure why his head was bleeding but he thought it must have been from his initial fall on the grounds.

He didn't remember much from before the fall, except for Granger. The know-it-all herself was arguing with him about what ingredient, she claimed, he put in her potion. It was a nasty color green and he was almost sure Longbottom must have been the cause, however, it was hard to blame a bloke that sat across the room, so naturally he challenged her potion making skills and they got into a row. Draco assumed the potion exploded and he was thrown from the castle itself onto the grounds. He honestly didn't care much about how he got there but he had a few choice words to say to Granger the next time he saw her, that is, if she wasn't expelled already.

Draco stood on shaky legs on the shore of the lake before turning to the castle and slowly making his way up the slope. His anger only strengthened his body enough to get him to the doors before he collapsed inside the warm castle. It took a few moments for him to catch his breath before stumbling up the staircase to the Medical Wing. There was hardly anyone in sight and he figured it must be about dinner time. His head hurt from all the thoughts and when he fell onto the floor of the Medical Wing he decided it best to rest finally. The last thought to enter his head before sleep overcame him was that of Hermione Granger.

MISS GRANGER-CLASSROOM

"Hermione…Hermione…" Hermione opened her eyes and tried to focus them. She blinked a few times before looking upon the face of Harry Potter smiling down at her. "There, you're awake." Harry stepped back and sat down next to her bed. Hermione followed him with her eyes, to his seat and gave him a questioning glance. Harry didn't seem to notice, he just continued smiling at her. Hermione decided to interrupt the silence with a few questions she had bouncing around in her mind.

"Harry…" She began timidly. Harry took on a more serious nature by tilting his head and frowning a bit. Hermione couldn't take the silence and staring anymore. "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that? And what's with that first year calling you Headmaster? Where's Dumbledore? Where's…" Harry's face fell. He placed his hand on Hermione's to silence her before speaking very softly in her ear.

"Come to my office when you're feeling up to it. We'll talk then. Get some rest Hermione." And with that, the boy who lived left the hospital wing, leaving Hermione feeling very unattached, watching after him.

MISS PARKINSON-GREAT HALL

Pansy entered the Great Hall the following morning looking like hell. She barely got an hour's worth of sleep the night before and it showed. She stood in the doorway a moment, letting the idea that Draco would not be at breakfast, sink in. Before she knew what had happened, Pansy was knocked to the floor. She growled, stood up quickly and turned to a freckled face.

"Weasley…" She snarled. Ron looked slightly taken aback by her tone but glared back soon enough.

"Great, just great…" He mumbled before moving past her.

"What? They don't teach you Weasleys manners?" She spat at his retreating figure. In a second Ron was facing her, beat red and livid.

"Listen! Parkinson…I haven't got time to play this stupid little game of yours all right? If you haven't noticed I've got more important things to worry about than your petty problems with my family and upbringing, so zip it!"

Ron was in his seat in a second, pouring food onto his plate angrily while Pansy scoffed over to her own house table and sat down with a thud. After breakfast one of the Slytherin Prefects told Pansy to meet Dumbledore in his office. Pansy grinned before running off to the Headmaster's office. She was hoping for some good news about Draco. Maybe they had found him! She hoped he was all right.

Pansy's thoughts of Draco were interrupted when she reached Dumbledore's office. She rushed up the stairs and knocked on the door before being told to enter. She had only been to the Headmaster's office a few times but every time she found herself intrigued by her surroundings.

"Hello Miss Parkinson, come and sit down." Dumbledore smiled while offering the girl a seat in front of his desk. Pansy sat down to face the Headmaster. "You're probably wondering why I called you here Miss Parkinson, I have a few questions about your potions class last Wednesday that I thought you could help me with." Pansy gulped.

"Certainly Professor." Pansy nodded looking rather pale. Dumbledore smiled before offering her some candy that she refused.

"Let's get to the point shall we? Professor Severus Snape informs me that you sit next to Mr. Malfoy, and I wondered if you had noticed anything strange about Miss Granger's potion?" Dumbledore asked casually. Pansy nodded.

"It was green sir. Very unlike the mud-…er Hermione to screw up a potion so badly." Pansy admitted.

"Is there anything else you would like to tell me Miss Parkinson?" Dumbledore asked looking over his half moon spectacles. Pansy gulped.

"Just that, that's what the argument was about, but I'm sure you heard all that. She blamed Draco for sabotaging her potion…that's all." Pansy finished abruptly. Dumbledore sat back in his chair.

"Well, if you think of anything else, anything at all, it would really help us find Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger." Dumbledore stood as Pansy left the office. She realized at that moment Dumbledore could see right through her. She had to find Draco.

MISS GRANGER-HOGWARTS CORRIDOR

Hermione strolled leisurely through the castle to Harry's office. She touched the walls as she reminisced and tried her best to understand what was going on. Harry was changed and she had no idea what had happened to her long time friend. She saw the look in his eyes as she spoke Dumbledore's name. The hurt and pain of it…Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts. She realized she was standing in front of the gargoyle and as she opened her mouth it stepped aside. Hermione climbed the staircase; unsure of what would happen when she stepped into the office. She knocked before the door was swung open and Harry awaited her with a grin.

"Hermione! Come in and sit down." Hermione was ushered to a seat while Harry stood behind his desk and took his own seat, still grinning at her.

"Harry, you might think me rude but what the hell is going on with you?" Hermione asked horrified at her best friend's change of behavior.

"Hermione," Harry began while holding up his hand, still with that ridiculously annoying grin on his face. "When Mr. Carson found you in that classroom I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, what are you doing here exactly?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts once more. After a moment she realized what Harry was saying to her. Was it just her, or was Harry Potter, asking her why she was at school?

She opened her mouth to answer when she noticed Harry's attire. He sat in a long, fitted, black robe. He wore his black rimmed glasses but there was something different about him.

"Harry, I'm not sure I understand what's going on…" She said weakly, slouching back in her chair. Harry frowned slightly at her.

"Just take it easy." Harry said worriedly. Hermione shook her head.

"I'm fine, I think…but what's going on? Why are you the Headmaster? And why do you look so…different?" Hermione said glancing at his attire. Harry stopped grinning all together and looked at her confusedly.

"Well, you haven't seen me for a few months now, and you're the one all bloodied up…" Hermione shook her head.

"No, no Harry…wait, a few months?" Hermione asked. Harry smiled at his old friend.

"Yes, don't tell me you don't remember the party you threw for Ron's 30th birthday?" Harry asked, sitting up with his elbows resting on his desk.

"Thirtieth?" She asked breathlessly. "Harry, what's happening? Ron's nineteen. I don't understand, what's going on? Is this some kind of joke?" Hermione asked hysterically.

"Shh, calm down Hermione, listen, you just relax a minute, take a deep breath." Hermione nodded, only half listening.

"Harry," She tried in a calmer tone. "I have reason to believe that I am in a different dimension…or, or…time than my own." Silence filled the office as Harry stared at her blankly. "Harry please don't look at me like that…" Hermione finally spoke. Harry nodded.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but this doesn't make any sense, exactly what time are you coming from then?" He asked in all seriousness.

"Harry it makes perfect sense! You are the Headmaster and where I come from, you're an eighteen year old boy! Ron, our best friend, just turned nineteen as well! Not thirty Harry, NINETEEN!…I mean what could have happened? The last thing I remember is…" Hermione stopped and stared at Harry. "The potion!"

MR. MALFOY-MEDICAL WING

Draco groaned before rolling onto his side and burying his face in his pillow. The room he was in was so bright, making it quite difficult for him to sleep. Draco finally gathered his wits and thought, "Wait a second…my room is never bright." He opened his eyes and blinked a few times to adjust his vision. The hospital wing, "Great." Draco rolled over and sat up. He noticed rather quickly that his shoulder and head didn't hurt and looked around for the nurse. "Oy, some help?" Draco yelled. Immediately a young woman walked out of the nurse's office and smirked.

"What do we owe the pleasure of Draco Malfoy visiting the hospital wing?" The girl said smartly. Draco stared at her confusedly.

"Who are you? Where's Madame Pomfrey?" Draco demanded. The nurse took a step back.

"She's on holiday, is that why you're here?" The girl asked confusedly. Draco stared at her disgustedly.

"No." He scoffed.

"Well, what happened to you?" Draco glared at her.

"Stupid potion gone awry that's what." Draco snarled.

"You messed up a potion? Well I find that hard to believe." Draco looked disgusted.

"It wasn't my potion, Granger was the one to screw everything up!" Draco argued heatedly.

"Tsk, tsk Malfoy, that's no way to talk about your fiance, people may begin to talk." Draco's head spun around so fast the girl was sure he must have gotten whiplash.

"What do you mean FIANCE?"

Author's notes: Reviews are greatly appreciated and the next installment will be up soon. Thanks for reading.