Disclaimer : I don't own anything, just having a little fun playing with all of this. If you can identify it, it belongs to someone else.

Author's note : I started writing this story as a mystery/supernatural story, but my stupid sense of humour kicked in and I began to include a few funny references to other stories in later chapters and soon couldn't help myself and put as many funny references I could.

So now, while the content is more or less a drama with mystery and supernatural elements, because of all those funny references the form is a humour/parody thing.

It can be read as either or both.

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Chapter 1 : Looking for someone ?

It was very peculiar day for the wizarding world, a day both happy and sad, a time to grieve and to celebrate.

Hermione Granger, 7th year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sitting on a log near the lake, crying.

Hermione was deeply confused, because she did not know if her tears were tears of joy or tears of sorrow.

Her great happiness came from the end of the war, of the total defeat of Voldemort and his Death Eater, of the knowledge that her life was safe again and that from this day, she would be able to sleep at night without the fear of being murdered in her bed because of her birth.

Her deep sadness came from all of those who died, of all the friend and not so friend who won't be able to enjoy thing as simple and as important as the sun at dawn again, because of all the families that were now broken by the war, and all the young lives that were extinguished during this final battle in the ancient castle.

Fred Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, Colin Creevey who was barely one day old enough to be called of age in the wizarding world, just to name a few familiar ones, dozens of other she couldn't identify…

All dead.

So many families grieving.

The pain was nearly unbearable for Hermione, making her hardly capable of standing on her feet, yet the happiness was so great that she felt she could fly, both at the same time.

Hermione was definitively very confused and disturbed, and terribly worried, because if she was feeling like that …

At this sudden thought, she rose and raced to the castle, she had to speak to Harry immediately.

If she was in such a deep confusion, Harry must be an emotional wreck by now, Harry was always far more emotional than her, far too emotional really.

Hermione shivered at the thought of her best friend probable current state of mind.

She had to talk to him, comfort him, and make sure he did not react too badly to the emotional hurricane that must be raging in his mind.

He was unlikely to be in the great hall, far too many people in there, no, Harry was certainly all alone in a corner of the school, trying, and probably failing, to calm down and decide if he was to be proud of his victory or ashamed of the number of dead.

Where was Harry?

She couldn't find him in any of his usual hiding spots, all the secluded places he usually went when he had to think deeply, wanted to be alone or had to cry because the hardship he had to live.

He was not in his usual place in the Gryffindor tower, nor the owlery, nor in Hagrid's hut, in the abandoned classroom on the second floor where he sometimes went when he was upset.

Hermione even thought of the Chamber of Secrets, because if Harry wanted to hide from everyone, this place was a very good choice, maybe the best choice, since he was the only one capable to open it, but the girl's bathroom was undisturbed, and apparently no one went in this room for at least a few months.

Hermione tried to ask other people, but couldn't get anyone to answer her, the teachers, the healers and the aurors were far too busy trying to sort out the situation to speak to her.

The students and their families were either celebrating, grieving or both, and couldn't think of anything else.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours or even days, she spotted hers and Harry's long time friend Neville Longbottom walking quickly down the corridor to the great hall.

"Neville, Neville please stop, I need your help"

Neville Longbottom stopped, turned toward Hermione and answered coldly and wearily:

"Yes Miss Granger, What can I do for you?

"Neville, I'm looking for Harry, he is nowhere I can think of, do you know where he is?"

"Which Harry are you looking for, miss Granger?"

A rather stunned Hermione answered "Our Harry of course, Harry Potter"

"I never had the pleasure of meeting him. Is he a student here or friend of yours coming from outside?"

Hermione felt like her jaw has just dropped two feet.

"Is that your idea of a joke, Neville? because it is not really a good time, I'm not in the mood"

"Miss Granger, I rarely joke, I only know two people called Harry in the school: Harrisson "Harry" Pendergast, 6th year Ravenclaw and Henry "Harry" Blackwater, 3rd year Hufflepuff."

Hermione was flabbergasted, first she thought that Neville was so shocked by the battle that he couldn't think straight, but something in his eyes told her he was not that shocked, just very tired.

She decided to ask other students, many of them were not too responsive to her questions, being busy grieving, celebrating or otherwise looking for someone themselves.

The few people who answered her questions always had the same answers: no one ever heard of a boy named Harry Potter.

Everything went black for Hermione as she fainted.

TBC