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Hermione crossed her arms with an annoyed frown. "I don't want to go to Hogwarts." Private schooling had been fine for the past three years. Why should anything change now?

Seemingly reading her mind, her father figure, Alastor Moody, said, "because I'll be teaching there soon. Now go pack."

Hermione turned around with a reluctant sigh, but ended up spinning one hundred and eighty degrees as Harry took control and quickly cast a protego. "Constant Vigilance!" She snorted and skipped upstairs.

(The mans crazy,) Harry grinned. She nodded in agreement, taking her already packed emergency suitcase and expanding it, placing in some extra clothing before shrinking it down and grabbing any other things she considered valuable. (Diagon Alley?) Harry guessed. He proceeded to voice this to Alastor. The paranoid man nodded. They approached the fireplace, quickly dodging the stinging hex Alastor sent at them. The man was almost predictable, firing at Harry and her the second their back turned. Hermione found herself contradicting that statement as Harry expertly twirled their body out of the way of a Stupefy.

"Revealing yourselves is not an option," Alastor told themselves the following morning. "Constant Vigilance is highly necessary with these people. The Hogwarts populance is quite known for gossip. If the fact that more than one person are in your body got out, you'd certainly be kidnapped and experimented on. Be careful with Dumbledore. He's nosy and quite powerful. He might even be capable of catching a sliver of your thoughts." Hermione didn't miss how tense Harry was at this declaration. Ever since her moth-... birth giver had disowned them, he'd been quite apprehensive about revealing their secret. Moody and Tonks were the only two who knew the truth.

"Are we going on a train?" she inquired.

"Yes," he replied. "I have to take care of certain things for the next couple of weeks, so I'll be too busy to care for you two. Tonks will also be too preoccupied with the Aurors to care for you. So, you'll be staying with some acquaintances of mine, the Weasleys. From what I've heard... Harry Potter shall be visiting them." She tensed. She and Harry had both heard about this 'Harry Potter'. His relatives, revealed as the Dursleys in an article published by the Daily Prophet, died in some accident, and he'd been sent to live with the Longbottoms. From then, he'd continued to perform heroic deeds after arriving at Hogwarts.

Now, Harry said, "it could all be a coincidence" but that was too unlikely. Really, the name could've been passed off as another Potter who'd heard off the defeat of Voldemort and named Harry after the Boy-Who-Lived, but, the fact that Harry (and she, she could see his memories, and vice versa) could clearly remember an Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley, all of whom had the last name Dursley, was too coincidental. And Harry Potter was famous for his emerald green eyes. Their body had gained an emerald green eye after he'd appeared with her. She nodded, her mind working at a hundred miles per hour, yet Harry only paid attention to Alastor, most likely waiting for another attack. She knew he didn't care for his past, or who was currently in his body. That couldn't stop natural, human curiosity on her part. Wait, why was he staying with the Weasleys when he lived with the Longbottoms? She'd have to ask.

"This year, the Tri-Wizard Tournament will be on. I suggest you use that to your advantage and fade into the background. Those who observe are less likely to get killed then those who chat with every Tom, Dick and Harry."

Hermione shot an amused look to Harry at this, forgetting her previous thoughts. She always chatted with Harry.

Moody stood up, walking towards a cabinet. There, he took out small dagger. Without batting an eyelash, he fired it straight at Hermione. While she was shocked, and stood straight and tense unmovingly, Harry took control and caught it, only a couple inches from her face. Perhaps paying attention to him was for the best. Judging from the look on his face, Alastor had predicted this reaction.

"Constant Vigilance," he softly said, hobbling towards them. His wooden leg produced a strange 'plonking' noise as he approached. Placing his hands on her shoulder. "You all ready?" She didn't miss just how reluctant he seemed to leave. Or, for her and Harry to go to stay with the Weasleys.

"Yeah, we're ready," she, herself, couldn't stop a few stray tears. While, yes, Alastor had left on missions for months on end (the longest being seven), they'd always went to stay with the Tonks. Now, they were going to a completely different place, meeting completely different people and dealing with completely foreign things.

Alastor motioned towards the fireplace, and she hesitantly grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. "It's 'The Burrow'." Alastor informed her. She nodded.

(You girls and your emotions!) Harry frowned, eliciting a small giggle from her. He took control, waved to their adoptive father and threw down the powder, shouting the words they'd been told.

Hermione found herself blinking at the sheer chaos before her. Three red heads sat around a table, shouting and arguing about some unknown factor, another red head bustled about, offering all forms of foods to two boys and one girl -her children, most likely-, one man and a boy (who looked remarkably similar to one of the boys at the table, his twin, no doubt) sat in a corner, discussing a... -was that a rubber duck?- and three other red headed men sat in the corner, two of whom were laughing joyously while the lankier one with glasses had his head stuck in a book. She repeated herself. Chaos.

Harry, still in control, forced their face to become blank as they stepped forward. The woman's attention was on her within a millisecond. It took the other's a moment to notice them. "Who're you?" asked a boy, his face stuffed with food.

She frowned at him, but Harry ignored the boy and turned to the obvious matriarch of the family. "I'm Hermione Moody. My father said I'm supposed to be staying with you, Mrs...?" of course, she knew her last name, as did Harry, but Harry quickly notified that he was starting introductions.

"Molly, dear," the woman kindly smiled. She turned, gesturing to her brood. "Over there is my husband Arthur, along with George-" the woman ignored his shout of, 'I'm Fred!', and gestured to an identical boy, introducing him as Fred, though he also shouted that he was 'Gred', whatever that meant. Hermione made a mental note to avoid those boys as long as possible.

(They'll give you a migraine?) Harry guessed, chuckling as she rubbed her temple exaggeratedly. Harry smiled, listening intently as everyone was introduced. Hermione shook her head at him.

(You're so paranoid,) she informed him. Harry grinned, (got it from dad!)

"Nice to meet you all," Harry smiled pleasantly.

"Yes, yes. When Alastor mentioned he had a daughter, I simply had to meet her. And I could hardly let you stay home alone for two weeks, now could I? So I offered to let you come stay with us. He was entirely too difficult to convince, but I managed." Harry only smiled as Mrs. Weasley rattled on.

The woman was interrupted as... a rather familiar boy walked in. "Mrs. Weasley, have you seen my-" he noticed Hermione, and inclined his head pleasantly. "Oh, hello. I'm Harry, Harry Potter. And you are?"

Harry made no move to reply, so Hermione took control before anyone noticed the hesitance it took for him to be answered. She answered him, her mind racing at a hundred miles per hour. So this was the famed 'Harry Potter'. She was curious, to say the least. But, out of respect to Harry -her Harry, not this person- she made no attempt at further conversation.

"Well, anyways, dear, you'll be staying upstairs with Ginny. Ginevra, why don't you show Hermione upstairs?" The only other girl nodded and obediently bounded upstairs, pausing only a second to allow Hermione time to follow after her.

Hermione exuded a small sigh as she strolled upstairs, ignoring the narrowed pair of eyes that followed her up until she was out of sight.

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He might've been in shock. Definitely shock. Seeing his body after seven years was weird. Beyond weird.

(You okay?) Hermione asked him.

(Yeah, fine,) he sounded pathetic, even to his own ears.

(Want to talk about it?) He shook his head, climbing into a corner of their mindscape. Their mindscape was home. It offered a nice, crackling fireplace surrounded by comfortable sofas.

Harry didn't know why he was so upset by meeting his body. He'd never cared before. So why did he now?

Hermione approached him. (How do you feel?) He shrugged. (Want to rant?)

(I just... why? That's what I want to know? Why was I sent here? And what is in my body?)

(Are you unhappy here, Harry?) Hermione's smile was knowing as he looked up with a gasp.

(No! I'm not! I don't want anything to change?) Harry realised, then and there, that things would be fine.

He had his Hermione. He didn't care about his body. He was happy with his Hermione. And that was that sorted.

(A/N So, I honestly forgot about this story. XD. A pretty short chapter, but I've been busy lately. Tell me what you think in the review section!)