Chapter 2, people!

I wonder how many readers this fic will have. This is actually some of the reason for why I decided to post it xD I'm really curious!

Anyway! Go go, chapter 2!

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Chapter 2 - Andaran Atish'an, Fen Harel.

It had been a whirlwind. An insane whirlwind. She was in Skyhold. Skyhold. She had met the War Council. She had talked to the bloody Inquisitor. It was all utterly insane.

They didn't exactly believe her yet, not that she blamed them. She had tried to explain, however, and eventually they had given her a chance to actually prove that she was telling the truth.

The truth, indeed. That she was from a parallel universe where Thedas was a fictional world, not to mention a game. A game she had played through multiple times.

This is insane, Hermione thought as she walked across the courtyard in search of a place where she could have a moment alone, so she could think.

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She found herself on a rooftop, eventually.

What am I going to do? Hermione thought. This just can't be real.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a prickly feeling on her neck, something she felt whenever someone was watching her. The prickly feeling was accompanied by a weird sensation. A...magical signature?

"So you are the source of the strange magic."

Hermione turned her head, and her heart sank. Oh, Merlin, she thought. Oh, Merlin.

Hermione was faced with the fictional character that had broken her heart over and over again over the past few months.

One should think that fictional characters could not do that, to break one's heart. That was, however, not the case. Unfortunately.

"Solas," she whispered, "There you are."

He looked puzzled, and frowned. How can someone frown in a sexy way, Hermione thought. This is just unfair. She shook her head. "It's a long story."

He looked uncertain. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me, and yet, I do not know you."

Hermione realised she was confusing him. "I'm sorry. I'm just a bit confused. As I said, it's a long story. I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"A name I have never heard before," he said, gazing at her. "But, it seems, you have heard mine. I am Solas."

"I know," she said quietly. "Would you like to sit down?"

He sat down, and gazed at her. "My manners fail me, however. Forgive me for being wary. It is a pleasure to meet you, Hermione Granger."

Oh, Merlin, do you really have to say wary in that way of yours, Hermione thought as she gazed at him for a long moment. Eventually, she turned her head and gazed into the horizon as she spoke. "Andaran atish'an, Fen Harel."

Her greeting was met with silence. Complete silence.

Eventually, she turned her head and looked at him again. He looked...paralyzed. He was staring at her with wide eyes, frozen in spot.

"Ir abelas," she said, "I realise this must come as a shock to you."

"How...who are you?"

"That is a long story. But I will tell you, if you have the time."

"I have," he said breathlessly. "I have the time."

Hermione nodded, and waved her hand, casting an disillusionment charm around them, so no one would see or hear what she was about to tell him. She proceeded to summon a small pensieve from her bag, it was the size of her palm and allowed her to project memories, instead of diving into them.

"I'm not from here," she said, and put her finger to her temple, pulling out a memory. Putting the silver string into the small pensieve, she continued. "I'm from a place very different from here. A parallel universe, if you will."

In the air in front of them they could see a miniature version of herself, walking down the street towards Piccadilly Circus.

"The technology is very different. Everything is very different. As you can see. And in my world, Thedas is a fictional world."

She pulled another memory from her mind, the memory of her as she was coming home with Dragon Age Inquisition in her hand.

"I know how the story ends," she said quietly as she watched the memory of herself. "Thus, I know who you are."

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"How does the story end?" Solas asked ever so quietly a long while later. They had watched Hermione play the game for a bit, just the beginning, and then she had shown him how she ended up here. "Do we win?"

Hermione contemplated for a moment, trying to figure out what to answer. "You win," she eventually said. "But your orb will break in the process."

"Oh," Solas replied quietly. "I see."

Hermione nodded before giving him a sad look. "What I don't understand is why. Why did you give it to him in the first place?"

Solas shook his head. "I wanted - I needed to undo my mistakes. I was weak, confused – I was desperate."

"You wanted to reshape the world, reshape reality."

He gave her a surprised look. "Well – yes – I suppose you could say that."

"And when did that seem like a good idea, Solas?" Hermione asked. "In theory it is a good idea. But I don't think it would be as good in reality."

"I agree," The Dread Wolf said as he shook his head. "As I said; I was confused. I was not thinking clearly. The decision was hasty, and I will forever regret it."

He sounded so pained that Hermione leaned over and patted his hand, something that resulted in a shocked look from The Dread Wolf. She ignored it, and gave him a small smile. "The intention, however, was good. That does not excuse everything, I know, but what's done is done, and all one can do is move forward. Corypheus would probably have found a way to break the world, even without your orb. But, since it is with the orb, we have a way to stop him. And since I know how the story ends, we will fix it." She paused for a moment. "And then we will find a way to help you."

"We?" Solas asked. "Are you intending to stay?"

"It seems I am," Hermione said, giving him a confused look. "At least that's what feels right. Why does that feel right?"

"Perhaps this was no accident. Perhaps this was meant to happen."

"Perhaps."

"How did they react?" Solas asked quietly after a long pause. "When you told them?"

It took her a moment to understand what he meant. "I haven't told them. It's not for me to tell. They have to know, though. But, Solas – about the orb – I think it would be better if they just didn't know. I have a very different point of view, and I know your intentions were good. They will not have my point of view. I think it would be better for everyone if they just didn't know."

"I don't know what to say."

"Just tell them who you are, Solas. We'll deal with whatever comes after that."

"I will. Thank you."

"No problem, Dread Wolf."