Muggle London, 1998
Harry James Potter wandered the streets of Muggle London. His feet dragged and scrapped against the cobble streets. The dreary gray clouds overhead set a decent theme. Sun would have been too nice. Sure, today was a good day, but he couldn't stop thinking about the bodies. The bodies laid out in nice rows.
He had defeated Voldemort only hours before now. Now, he wandered among muggles, desperate to make since of it all. Left with an uneasy feeling of, what now?
He knew what now. He knew that he would go back to the wizarding world. Feel the pain and do the cleanup…be with Ginny. Everyone there would know his name…he'd be famous.
He watched the muggles wander the streets and wondered what their lives looked like beyond these streets. He assumed very briefly that they were all fighting their own battles. Maybe not against dark wizards, but against something. He wanted to know all about it.
His eyes fell into a Muggle book store as he followed a young woman wonder in. A book in the window caught his eyes. The title read Wonderful Wizards. J.K Rowling was the author. And for a brief moment he thought the boy on the cover looked a little bit like him.
Another sign broadcasted a sequel coming out later in the year. And he knew what he wanted to do. The muggles too, could learn his name. Know his name. Love his name.
He closed his eye for a brief moment and saw the bodies flash in his head. And he cast a spell, before apparating back to the wizard world.
The spell's power flooded outward. The title of the book changed, the story changed, everyone's memory of the story changed, and J.K Rowling? Her head was filled with a different story to finish the series. Harry Potter became a household name. The muggle world was forever changed.
Wizarding London, Ollivanders Wand Shop, 2007
"Honestly, Hermione, I cannot repay you enough for watching my shop for me," the old man said as he smiled at the girl now sitting behind the register.
"My pleasure. With Hogwarts being out for the summer, I have too much time on my hands. You deserve a break."
"And you won't be bored, dear?" he asked charmed bag full of a week's worth of travel supplies.
"I have a muggle book that I've been dying to finish," she said smiling. He left moments later and Hermione was left with a few chapters left.
She had been so angry at Harry nine years ago, when he told her what he had done. Changed a muggle book, changed muggle memories, all so that his story could be told.
Now she clung to a muggle's retelling of their history. They laughed about them. Had drinking games set to them about what they got wrong, but the story was manly true (Harry's spell made sure of that). And this was the last book.
As Hermione flipped from the last page of the final battle she was shocked at a 19 Years Later… heading on the next page. Realization donned her, she flooed Harry. He arrived.
The two at first were angry. The muggles messed it up! Then, they laughed. Hermione with Ron and having children? It was laughable really. The spell he cast nine years ago apparently did not prevent an author's imagination. She had come up with her own end to the story.
But it wasn't the truth. What really happened all those years ago was a little bit different.
It went a little something like this…
(to be continued)
I don't know what this is. I don't know why I did it. I didn't proofread it. I just don't know.
But, do you want more? I can give you more. I can give you this entire story. It's Dramione.