Thank you to all my loyal readers, I'm very glad that people are enjoying this little bit of insanity.

We're expanding beyond the mere limits of Hogwarts this time!

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Now what Harry and Hermione were expecting to appear at the other end of those endless looking tunnels that they witnessed outside their little glass and steel phone booth was anybody's guess, however it was entirely unlike anything they saw before them. A council of some sort in long flowing robes sat with rather unimpressed looks upon their faces as they broke their focus on another trio to look at the duo that had just landed in their midst.

"Hermione?" Harry asked after a couple minutes of awkward silence, spent mostly staring from inside the booth to those standing outside it.

"Yeah Harry?" Hermione asked, noting that they had to be in the magical world for those robes to be considered fashionable for a council of any sort to wear.

"I have the feeling we're not in England anymore..." Harry finished as he debated coming out with his wand firing, or just wait for them to start hexing the duo first.

"Most Excellent Visitors, please step forward from the phone booth. Rufus let us know you were arriving." The first man said, sounding like a younger Kingsley Shacklebolt, "Do not attack us, it would be most bogus."

"Bogus?" the two wizarding students echoed in confusion just as a third telephone booth landed opposite the first. When the door opened and a second version of the man that was standing across the room walked out, Hermione let out a horrified gasp. "Harry! They're going to cause a temporal rift!"

"No, that would be most non-non-non-triumphant." the new man explained while pulling off his shades, "Actually, it's rather normal for several versions of people to be in this part of time. Ever since they figured out the Einstein-Hawking anti-paradox shields..."

"Hermione? Let's walk out nice and calmly..." Harry offered trying to sound more assured of himself than he did right now. "We don't want to fight with these nice people... do we?"

"No, you don't," an old woman answered, walking out of a side corridor, "You most definitely don't, now, if you'll excuse me, I just need to tell you... Don't drink your first attempt at Polyjuice, despite being flawless there are some... unfortunate side-effects for you that end up with you drinking a bogus potion for the rest of your life. It's safe for the others you're with though so make it look like you're going to join them."

"Hermione... does... is that..." Harry started asking before breaking down to helplessly point between the two of them, before the second Hermione entered the booth the man had arrived in, and it vanished into the floor. "I think I need a butterbeer..."

The man from the recently 'borrowed' phone booth walked over, handing him a bottle. "Pepsico Butterbeer?" Harry read, looking confused, reading atypical information for a muggle soda on the side of the bottle, with a disclaimer reading 'No actual alcohol.'

"Yes, Pepsi won the bidding wars on the butterbeer recipe shortly after the unification of the Muggle and Magical worlds in 2132, though they lost the recipe for Pumpkin juice flavored cola to Dr. Pepper," the man explained with a smirk on his face. "I'm Rufus G. Carlin, but please, just call me Rufus."

"Why didn't the Magical company just join with them?" Hermione asked, having a bit more real world business experience. "They would have all the knowledge and processes in place, they'd just have to update to modern standards..."

"I'm afraid that when the two worlds merged the value of the Galleon plummeted..." Rufus explained with a deep frown. "But I'm sure you'll learn all about it when you get to that time in history..."

As Rufus was explaining all about the various points in history in which they were going to be surviving through, the two were led towards a large, underground dining room. Before them was a spread which would have dwarfed even the greatest of feasts at Hogwarts. A pair of young men, one brown-haired and one blond, were talking with what looked worryingly like Abraham Lincoln and a man Hermione swore looked like a image she'd seen once of Godric Gryffindor.

"AH! Lord Potter and Lady Granger, how doth thou honour us with thine presence in these proceedings," 'Godric' proclaimed while spreading his arms wide. "COME! Join us for food, wine, and merrymaking! Rowena and Helga are currently busy in the 'lady's powder room' and have been some time, and Salazar... attempted to hex our most triumphant hosts."

The two addressed members found themselves sitting at seats marked for themselves, directly across from Godric and a place marked for the two female members when they return. "Hermione... I... really don't think we're in Kansas anymore..."

"San Dimas, California actually," Rufus corrected as many other people straight out of history books began filtering in, "By the way, your studies of wizarding history will be much improved by when you actually trust me you know."

"I can see that..." Hermione mused before her jaw dropped open in shock. "Is that Adolf Hitler sitting with Genghis Khan and are they talking with Mahatma Ghandi?"

"And over there is Yuriko Matsui discussing military strategy with President Ackerman. We don't have war in this time." Rufus said, "We also don't have pollution, folk dancing or use of bogus words like... well, I can't tell you because there's a 5 dollar standing fine on saying any of them. By the way, before you go, I'd like you to go visit Tom Marvolo Riddle and have a class on Defence Against Magical Misuse with him. He's a local expert."

Harry nearly choked upon his butterbeer as his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. There was just some strange tickling in the obliviated parts of his brain that warned him that such a class would be a BAD idea. "Yes, I know who he grows up to be." Godric said, "But he's been a lot better after me, Helga and Rowena had a long and most triumphant discussion with his latest resurrection. Admittedly, you actually..."

"SPOILERS!" A blond haired woman called out from halfway across the room, and Godric called back, "SORRY, RIVER!"

Hermione eyed the drink in front of her plate nervously, trying to figure out if it was laced with something to induce insanity or not. After all, with how everyone was acting she wasn't about to take chances. Meanwhile, a woman clad in armor pointed to the cup Hermione was eyeing suspiciously. "Vous n'avez pas bu qui vous a fait?"

"Pas, je n'ai pas fait... pourquoi?" Hermione answered while setting the cup away from her plate carefully. If she was who Hermione thought she was, she wasn't about to argue.

"Aucune raison, juste goûts drôles," the woman offered with a helpless shrug. "Je suis Joan d'Arc, et vous?"

"Hermione Granger," Hermione answered, bracing herself as she was kissed on both cheeks. Something that Harry found fascinating for some reason, at least that's what she thought him staring with a stupid look on his face meant. "Harry, meet Joan of Arc... Joan, this is Harry Potter."

"Ah! Garçon-qui-vécu," Joan answered while standing and kneeling before Harry, pressing his hand to her forehead. "C'est un honneur."

"Err..." Harry offered as he tried to understand what she had just said, only to look helplessly at Hermione for some translation. "Merci Madame Joan, merci... but... call me Harry."

Hermione provided the translation for Joan, which brought a light of honor and pride into roaring light within her eyes. She took a step back and bowed formally before Harry, giving him a salute before returning to her seat. "C'est un honneur qui ne sera jamais frappé de mon coeur ou de mes lèvres."

Hermione waited until she had regained her seat and began discussing something with the person on her other side before addressing Harry. "Quite the charmer, aren't you Harry? Getting her acting like a squire given her first suit of armor."

"We got her thinking we were Gods first time we met her, dude," The brown-haired man who had been talking when they arrived offered.

"I didn't mean to do anything like that..." Harry offered helplessly while trying to figure out just what the bloody hell was going on with him and hot older women.

"I'm Bill S. Preston Esquire..." One of the two men declared, getting into a air guitar pose.

"And I'm Ted Theodore Logan..." The other added, getting into the mirror of the same pose "And together we are..."

"WYLD STALLYNS!" Everyone in the room cheered proudly, with various degrees of accents butchering the English language..

"Also known as the Great Ones." Rufus added, "The leaders of this great civilization. They didn't mean to do anything like this, but they just did."

"Ah... so who helped you to learn about the magical world?" Harry asked trying to spark up a conversation with the two Great Ones.

"The two magical Great Ones..." the hair-metal refugees answered, handing them a odd holographic image of a much older Harry and Hermione.

"I don't lose the scar I see..." Harry groaned, wondering if there was ever going to be a point in his life where he could just be 'Harry' and not some grand figure for others to focus their attention, approbation and adoration on.

"You actually lose the scar around your 18th birthday, but ask Tom Riddle to give you a new one since people claim you're not you without it," Ted offered, only to cut off as the sound of Harry trying to put his head through the table in front of him began echoing throughout the room. "He did that a lot when we met back then too..."

"You idiot, Ted, You're not meant to tell him things like that," Bill snapped, hitting him on the back of the head.

"Sorry, Bill, I just have that problem I guess." Ted offered.

"So... I notice that we both have wedding rings on... I take it we finally-" Hermione began, for the blond haired woman to yell 'SPOILERS!' again., cutting her off

"Doctor, Can you PLEASE get your wife under control?" Rufus snapped as he stormed over to the familiar man, who glowered at the zoot suited man.

"She just has this ability to detect when someone's about to say something that is far ahead of what people are meant to know." The Doctor said, "It's odd timey-wimey logic..."

"Actually, It's because you always bring me to these things out of order." River countered.

"I just wanted to know that we finally break out of this time loop we're in and graduate," Hermione explained in annoyance.

"Of course you do," Both Rufus and The Doctor offered, the latter one adding, "Just we can't let you know anything more."

"Already figured that one out, thanks," Hermione answered dryly before trying to get Harry to stop banging his head against the table.

Rufus got a slender item out of his pocket, and suddenly the table gained a soft, springy texture and the noise dulled somewhat. "It's a lot quicker." He added, "Now, if you'll mind me, Harry's about to get back from his visit with Merlin, and I've got to get his report."

He then left the room with surprising quickness and suaveness.

"Hermione... I think we may grow to like that guy..." Harry growled as he poked the now pillowy soft table.

"I think that's what your future self would tell us if he wasn't busy with..." Hermione said, then fainted as she realized WHO Harry had been visiting in his future.

Harry took one look at his most faithful friend and companion before nodding his head sagely. "Yes Hermione, that's very sound advice. And I shall follow it promptly!" Harry finished before fainting himself and joining Hermione in happy oblivion.