Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and all subsidiary characters, enough said, ok?

A/N: This is a prompt that I set myself up in after running wild with ideas in my head with astoryinred. Thank you for your beta read and this one is for you.

Ripple in her Tea

Harry comes home to the Potter residence with Luna's frazzled countenance furiously sketching the image of a pale blindfolded girl that looks like her back in her fifth year. There are multi-colored threads of magic on the girl's fingertips, tearing apart the very air within what looks like their living room.

"That's the most vivid yet, Luna love. I hope there's an interesting story in that one?" Harry opens up the conversation just as she puts the oil pastel down and the image comes to life with the tranquil sketch of their living room suddenly opened like a torn piece of paper by a vampire wielding magic.

"You wouldn't even believe if I told you, Harry." Luna replies with a bewildered expression, still looking at an empty cup that's stuck in the middle of neatly stacked articles ready for printing.

The dining table inside the Potter residence is filled with different articles from various contributors and Luna pinches the bridge of her nose while closing her eyes. "At least the kids are out with their aunt Ginny to watch the latest Harpies game. I wish I could come along with them, but these write-ups need to be arranged this afternoon so I can catch up on the printing delay for this month's subscriptions."

Her eyes furrow a bit from all the paper and from out of the blue, she notices a long thin golden spark lights at the corner of her eye. Initially, she counts it off as nothing. A moment later, the line becomes bigger. Luna turns her attention to it and in a split second, the space where the spark is torn, like an axe that ripped off a tree bark.

Luna immediately takes out her wand and points it at the fracture. To her amazement, it's a ruined field where her house used to be, judging by the remaining stones of the rook. The one creating the tear is a pale-skinned, blindfolded, and younger version of herself. The sun had just set and the moon lit up the fields eerily.

But that thing that makes her jaw drop in wonder is that her younger mirror image had a few droplets of blood still clinging to her chin, while manipulating thick strings of magic with her fingertips. "Daddy always did mention something about parallel dimensions, but this is ridiculous. I'm a fifteen-year-old vampire there?"

Behind her alternate self are a man with a black cloak and a rapier dueling a younger man with jet black hair and glasses while using a broadsword. "Harry?" She narrows her eyes and remembers everything in detail, confirming it is a youthful version of her husband with their late potions professor. The swordplay dodging strikes and lunges almost seem like watching a synchronized dance, not a single hair or blade out of place.

Another woman appears in her line of sight, smiling serenely at her. Her lithe frame and Native American features perfectly blend with the age old wisdom in her stance, pale white skin, a silencing finger on her lips, and her twinkling but haunted eyes. From that moment, she knows that she is facing two powerful vampires in her midst.

The Native American blinks slowly and shook her head, mouthing, "I'm sorry for the trouble." A moment later, the magical tear is sealed seamlessly and the entire place is back to normal.

Mrs. Potter makes herself a cup of tea to calm her nerves and sees the ripples still agitating her tea. "This is weird."

As Luna finishes her drabble by placing a dueling Harry and Snape behind the blindfolded vampire, Harry places a comforting hand on Luna's shoulder and remarks, "Great sketch there, Luna. I definitely think you'd be a beautiful vampire."

Luna swats his arm and then kisses his cheek. A stiff breeze came from the center of the living room once more, and without fail, the force makes uniform ripples on the tea inside her cup. The Potter couple looks to the source and to their surprise; they find their younger selves peeking through the well shaped rectangle waving at them before disappearing a few moments later.

"I think we both need a stiff one," Harry offers and Luna nods, opting to drink out their shock with some firewhiskey.