The Same World
by Healer Pomfrey
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
A story with small, daily updates! COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC.
It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, go and find something else to read or write your own story to your liking!
"I'm a muggle, sir. Does that matter?" Connie asked in a small voice.
"No dear, that makes no difference, as it is the charm on the trunk that recognises the rightful owners," the shopkeeper explained in a friendly voice.
A few minutes later, the small family returned home to meet with the others and try out the trunk.
"This is funny," Connie said, as she stepped into the fireplace in the kitchen only to arrive in the living room in Harry's trunk an instant later.
"When I'm inside the trunk, it's open though, or can I close it from the inside?" Harry asked, unsurely. "Will anyone be able to see if I'm inside?"
"No Harry, it's absolutely safe," Tonks was the first to answer his questions. "You just open it and step inside. Here," she pointed to a small button right next to the staircase that led to his small apartment. "Here, you can close and open it from the inside, and the trunk has a certain charm on it that will make people fail to realise that you just stepped out of it. To others, it'll look as if you had been in front of your trunk searching for something."
"Oh cool," Harry said in relief. "So I don't have to take it with me to a safe place, like the Room of Requirement, but can just use it in my dormitory."
"Yes," Sirius confirmed, grinning.
"And I can take my friends with me to study together if I want?" Harry enquired, nodding contentedly upon the positive response.
"That's great, so I can meet with Hermione and Neville, too," Connie added, smiling happily.
"Hermione can be quite bossy when it comes to studying though," Harry warned her in a small voice, an image at the front of his mind how Hermione would react if Connie attempted to kiss him, while he was doing his Potions homework.
"No problem, Harry. I'll just study together with you," Connie replied, matter-of-factly, causing Sirius and Remus to cast her admiring looks.
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Too soon for Harry's liking, he had to return to Hogwarts, even if he admit that it was not so bad considering that he was able to meet Connie on a daily basis.
As Harry had expected, his friends were all for studying in the living room of his trunk that Harry had equipped with a large bookshelf, and Connie joined them between the last afternoon class and dinner and returned home for dinner, when the trio had to head to the Great Hall, only to come back right afterwards.
Connie kept her word and studied together with them, even if she was unable to practise any spells. However, the friends realised soon that she was very good at the theory and was sometimes even able to efficiently help Neville with his Potions essay or Harry with any kind of Herbology assignment.
"You're just amazing, my smart wife," Harry told her one evening, before he kissed her good night in front of the fireplace.
"Ditto my cool husband," Connie replied, grinning, when he released her from his embrace. "Thanks for allowing me to study with you. It's much fun."
'Too bad that Connie's a muggle,' Harry thought one day. 'If she was to be able to take the tests with us, she'd rival Hermione. It surely would be fun to watch.'
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One afternoon, Connie gave Harry a worried look. "Harry, is something wrong? You're awfully quiet today."
Harry slightly shook his head. "Just a headache," he reassured her. "Sorry."
"Harry," Hermione spoke up, sounding very upset. "You must tell something about your headaches. It's not normal that you always get a headache in Professor Quirrell's presence."
"Quirrell?" Connie asked, alerted. "Isn't that the man who tried to jinx your broom during the first Quidditch match? Maybe he's doing something to you. You should really speak with someone. Perhaps with the professor who saved you at that time."
"All right all right," Harry replied in annoyance. "I'll try to speak with Snape after dinner."
"That's better, Harry," Neville voiced his opinion, causing the girls to smile.
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After dinner, Harry walked up to the head table and addressed the Potions Master. "Excuse me, sir, would it be possible to speak with you in private for a few minutes please?"
Ignoring the headmaster's curious look, Snape gave him a short nod of his head and motioned him to follow him.
Once they had taken seats around the desk in his office, the professor gave Harry a inquiring look, quirking an eyebrow in silent question.
"I always get headaches in Professor Quirrell's presence," Harry began to speak, hesitantly, thinking that he sounded very whiny. "Ah, not always, but very often," he corrected himself, "and it's not really my head but my scar."
"Potter, are you sure?" Snape's reaction made Harry stare at the professor in shock.
"Yes sir," he confirmed, shrugging. "My friends thought that I should tell you considering that you saved me, when he tried to harm me during the first Quidditch match."
"The only person that can make your scar hurt is the Dark Lord," Snape said, pensively. "This must remain between us, but I've already noticed that Quirrell has been behaving strangely since the beginning of the school year. Maybe he's possessed by the Dark Lord." He remained quiet for an instant, before promising, "I'll check the matter. See to it that you're never alone with Professor Quirrell, and the next time you get a headache in his company, call my house-elf, Cicero, and ask him to fetch me immediately."
"All right sir. Thank you very much, sir," Harry replied, feeling very grateful for the Potions professor's promise to help."
Snape merely nodded his head in dismissal.
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"Good that you spoke with him," Neville was the first to react upon hearing the story.
"Sorry, but who's the Dark Lord?" Hermione queried, giving Harry a confused look.
"Voldemort," Harry informed her. "The one who killed my parents," he unnecessarily added in Connie's direction.
"Just be careful, Harry," Connie spoke up, eyeing Harry with anxiousness.
"I will," Harry promised.
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It was on Sunday evening, the day before the beginning of the end of year tests, when Harry was sitting in his trunk studying together with Hermione, Connie and Neville, that all of a sudden, Snape's voice penetrated Harry's mind.
'Potter, where are you?' the Potions Master enquired, telepathically, seemingly impatient. 'I sent my elf to fetch you, but he couldn't get to you. Your presence is required in the headmaster's office NOW!'
"Yeah yeah, understood. No need to shout," Harry mumbled in annoyance, more to himself than to the others. "Snape wants me in Dumbledore's office right away. I need to go. Sorry, see you later," he mumbled, before he climbed out of his trunk and hurried towards the headmaster's office, feverishly racking his brain what to tell the professor where he had been.
tbc...
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