What in the name of Merlin.
The last time he saw it, it had been pointed at his chest as a green killing curse headed towards him. In Voldemort's pale, spindly hand.
So what in the name of all things good and holy was it doing in Harry's?
Sighing and having no brain power left to contemplate the matter anyways, Harry pocketed the wand after checking one more time that his own Holly wand was nowhere to be found.
Taking a deep breath to try (and fail) to calm his thoughts, Harry made his way out of the bedroom. Looking around at his surroundings, Harry was dismayed to see that he still didn't recognize anything around him. He had hope that he had somehow found some enchanted weird bedroom thing in Hogwarts but that was definitely not the case as he gazed at the plain white walls of the hallway around him.
Harry still walked down the hallway though as standing in the doorway really wasn't productive towards... anything.
And anyways, down the hallway was an adjoining room that Harry should probably check out. But as he stepped through the doorway, his jaw dropped.
A toaster sat innocently on the counter of what was definitely a kitchen, ordinary. Yet that one tiny muggle application changed everything. And the reason for that? Well it was muggle. No wizard expect maybe Mr. Weasley use such a thing when you had a wand that could do a job easier and better.
But then its presence in this house meant that Harry was in the muggle world.
Oh dear.
How did he even get here? Did he somehow get obliviated? Whose house was he even in?
As Harry glanced around the room, he noted a few pictures on the walls featuring him, Ron, and Hermione as well as- was that Draco?
Double oh dear.
Firstly, Harry was apparently in a house that was probably his own taking note of the abundance of pictures featuring him. He was in his own house one which he didn't even remember.
Triple oh dear.
Also, was Draco Malfoy his friend? Harry must admit, he started calling the blonde by his first name these days but that was mostly respect to him for saving them all in Malfoy Manor when he handed Harry his wand but not really for any fondness towards the ferret.
Rubbing his head, Harry groaned as a fierce headache broke out in response to his whirling thoughts and his brain's attempts to make up some logical explanation for his situation.
"You ok mate?" A voice sounded out behind him, making Harry jump a mile in the air.
Whipping around, Harry was met with the sight of one shirtless Ronald Weasley, boxers hanging low on his hips. Behind said Ronald Weasley was a girl whom Harry did not recognize hanging off of the ginger.
"Fine", Harry said once again. The appearance of Ronald Weasley was not as mind wracking as everything else that happened today but it still made Harry's mind pause, not having expected his best friend.
"Well then move your arse, I'm trying to get my morning coffee", Ron said as he playfully shoved Harry into the wall, making his way to a cabinet stuffed in a corner of the kitchen, the girl still hanging off his arm as if she wanted to transform into his personal bracelet.
"Get some toast done will you?" Ron asked as he made the American drink.
Switching to autopilot, Harry nodded before going through the motions of putting toast in the toaster, finding bacon and eggs in the fridge and putting them in the pan, the 10 years of cooking skill not leaving him.
Meanwhile, while his hands flipped an egg over on the pan, Harry's thoughts were whirling. Somehow, Harry was in a muggle house which was his own or shared with Ron, one which he didn't remember ever living in where his best friend was acting like a muggle and seeming like the war didn't exist.
Conclusion?A Parallel universe.
Yes, it was a wacky conclusion but that was all Harry's battered mind could come up with. There was no other explanation to be honest for Ron to pretend Voldemort didn't exist and suddenly figure out how to grind coffee beans.
Harry finally snapped back to reality at the bewildered sound of Ron's voice, "When'd you learn how to cook mate?".
Jolting out of his reverie, Harry's conscious worked to process his friend's question, "Uh, I was curious so I uh learned from a... book".
Ron laughed at Harry's blush that appeared on his face (result of his inability to talk like anything other than a nervous sheep), "Good going dude, now even more girls will be falling for you".
So, apparently Harry was still popular with the girls. Great.
"Um Harry", Ron's bracelet girl said with a light, sweet voice. "Where is Jessie anyways?".
"Oh", Harry's assumed "Jessie" was the girl... he had sex with. "She um left".
At his words, bracelet girl looked up at Ron as if asking for permission. He nodded, "Yeah sure Rachel, you can go after her".
Nodding at the ginger, bracelet girl walked towards another hallway which Harry assumed leaded to the front door.
Before she left though, bracelet girl smirked at Ron, "Tonight was fun. Do you want to do it again?"
"How about today, at Draco's party", Ron winked, immediately jumping on the suggestion. Nodding, bracelet girl left with a self-satisfied smirk.
Oh, so that's how you reply to that.
A/N Hello people! Um, I still need opinions for pairings. I have a poll so can you guys do me a favor and see if it works? You don't have to though! I just can't see it on my profile page and I can't really find it anywhere on my page so I just want to make sure it works! Thank you.
Ura.