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After Harry and Hermione had seen their former selves disappear into the time-travelling phone booth, the pair decided that they should at least attempt to attend a class or two now and then so their magical studies wouldn't suffer too much. At least that's the excuse that I'm going to use to get them walking down the Slytherin halls for Potions.

Or maybe it was the fact that they just wanted to make bets about how many points Snape would take off Gryffindor just to give them to Slytherin. Hermione had made 20 galleons off the last bet they'd made of a similar type. Besides it would at least make it appear that they were normal students, not completely out of their own universe while stuck in a temporal loop that might never end.

What they didn't expect, was when several seventh year Slytherins peeked out around a corner before pulling back and stage whispered," Hey look it's that mudblood girl... quick, get the ropes and gags!"

Another voice spoke up, "No, I'm not touching Draco's toys!" There was a nervous shuffling noise around the corner as the students argued amongst themselves about what was going to occur.

"No way, we'll just piss her off! And she's with Potter!" another voice barked, drawing a confused look from the two mentally worn survivors.

"Maybe the Dark Lady Granger would like our forward thinking? Besides Potter's on her side, that must mean if we're her minions we'll survive..." One scheming voice pointed out in a badly hushed tone.

"I would need to get smarter minions than them..." Hermione pointed out bitterly as she rubbed the building headache she felt growing in her temples.

"Ah, there you are, my liege," Sivil called out from nearby, "Are these foolish meat sacks annoying you?"

She then grinned at them with her favorite shark-like grin. The one that made Harry and Hermione reconsider hanging out with her regularly. "No Sivil... they are not, though I think they're trying to get on the ground floor of my new evil empire... which I wasn't aware I'm building."

"Well, you have a p-p-pair of mad scientists, an e-e-e-evil demon..." One of the Slytherins stammered, "We were s-s-sure it meant you were t-t-turning dark..."

"I have a demon?" Hermione asked Harry, who gave a helpless shrug before indicating Sivil, who waved nonchalantly. It didn't help that she never walked, only floated, and at least one teacher had called her 'music' the songs of the devil himself. "What about these mad scientists?"

"Fred and George." Both Sivil and Harry supplied dryly, for the two to pop out of nowhere wearing white lab coats and goggles, as well as T-Shirts for a company called M5 Industries.

"The new teleporters work!" Fred and George declared, "We decided to use an off-shoot of the magic used by house elves and combine it with a runic array that is built into a pocket sized device which-"

"They are not my minions," Hermione stated while the two continued explaining their teleporters with full and complicated diagrams in the background. "Harry's paying them for this work."

"And Harry's your evil lieutenant that supplies you with everything you need! Now all he has to do is defeat the former Dark Lord, and you just fill out the paperwork..." one of the Slytherins added happily.

"No, I'm strictly neutral." Harry called out, "Luna though..."

"WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT LUNA." Hermione snapped between gritted teeth, a remarkable feat accomplished through years of practice with Ron and Harry's homework ethics.

"There's my blushing bride-to-be! Come to me! Let me give you your happy kitty juice!" Luna shouted blissfully before prancing onto the scene, only to vanish with the twins in a repeat of their appearance.

"That... was weird even for Hogwarts," Harry commented to general nods.

"I hope you don't mind us arranging a mild malfunction of the prototype teleporters." Rufus offered as he slid into the room, "Anyway, Ms. Granger is a fully accredited member of Wyld Stallyns Incorporated, and will not be turning evil before 2015, according to the seer that I consulted earlier."

"You mean the history text?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, actually I just asked Mistress Granger when she decided to deal with Luna." Rufus hissed in response, "Long story, but suffice it to say... Luna doesn't care one bit, and they're still in a relationship at the moment."

"So... we..." Harry asked while pointing between Hermione and himself.

"You get married at the end of your seventh year, after a hilarious incident which causes Dumbledore to end up being the vanquisher of Voldemort, and your first son to be the reborn Tom Riddle... He's not evil after that, but we're 50/50 on the details considering when Hermione turns chaotic good." Rufus offered, "Luna is Hermione's indentured servant, and yes, if you understand what that means, good, if not, don't ask... Anyway, Got to go, Albert Einstein is doing a symposium on why you shouldn't use time travel to go kill Hitler."

Once Rufus had vanished to Merlin knows when, Harry turned to his future bride. "So... oblivate the little future sneak peek or leave it?"

"Leave it. Although, I do remember a... Oh my. Yes, Harry, don't ask what Rufus meant about indentured servitude," Hermione ordered, going slightly pale as she realized what she'd done to deal with Luna's eccentric behavior.

"Just so long as you get her to wear Carrie Fisher's chainmail bikini sometime I won't ask for an answer I already know," Harry answered happily as he walked on towards the Potions classroom.

Nearby, a tall figure watched with a figure in a chainmail bikini. "How did he know?" The one in the bikini asked, for the other figure to get out a ball gag and stuff it in her mouth, before they walked towards a column, which faded silently out of existence.