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"Dreams of Another Life"
by DarthPotter08
Chapter I: What A Weird Dream!
(第1章:なんて奇妙な夢)
Warm sunlight passes through the window, blinding me for a second.
(A/N: Just to remind y'all, the technology here is 10 years ahead. So there will be cellphones, trains, cars, etc. but mixed with the old-style feeling that we get in the HP series.)
I lay in bed - a comfy four-post bed. It's not much, but it has a warmly feel to it. I like it. I like it a lot.
I feel comfy. I want to sleep; more.
But, there is this voice. A girl's voice. A nostalgic one. It is filled to the brim with its scent, along with its cherished warmth.
"-ry. Harry."
And, Merlin.
A ringtone. I don't recognize that ringtone. I think. I kept on to the bed, hoping that the ringtone would stop. I was drawing last night and did not go to bed until it was, say, 2:00 A.M.
"Harry. Harry."
It's the same voice, but it was pleading, earnest, as if she's about to cry. I could tell by her voice that she was alone and her hope was fading away, like the soft glimmer of the distant stars.
"Don't you... remember me?" she said, begging now.
No...
No. I don't remember you. Who are you anyway?
I was... in a car of some sort. Oh! A train, he corrected himself. Odd. Suddenly, the train stopped. The doors opened, and various people of all ages and sizes rushed in and out. It was nearing rush hour, after all. My surroundings became clear. The girl, now wearing a school uniform, was looking with me with her chocolate brown eyes widening as the press of disembarking passengers flew by her, making the latter be pushed away and nearly trip.
Out of instinct, I said with a shaky voice, "W-What's your name?"
The girl reacted instantly. "Hermione!"
"My name... is Hermione!"
Hermione undoes the cord she used to tie her hair back and holding it out to me. I grab it. Tight. I observed the object. It was bright red, with stripes of blue and yellow, like the thin rays of morning and evening sun.
Shortly when I touched the cord, I woke up.
By the time I think of it, I can't even remember her face, nor hear the echoes of her voice.
My pulse was abnormally fast like I was running for something. I'm sweaty. All over. My chest was also heavy. My eyes were, once again filled to the brink with tears.
Feeling slightly tranced, I look to my room. But it wasn't my room.
I released a long sigh and a deep breath.
Aaah...
...?
I think I have a cold. My nose is full and my throat is raspy. I feel like I'm a different person. I feel like I'm carrying...
My eyes pan downward, and I see a pair of...
Breasts?
Cleavage?
What the hell?
...
...?
...!
The soft mounds that I am apparently carrying glowed under the sunlight. I see a deep-blue shadow permeating in between. I stand there, with a conflict of emotions.
I feel amused and confused yet curiosity got the better of me as my mind said:
Might as well squeeze them.
As my hands moved faster than an apple falls to the ground, I felt the squishy delights as the sensation blows my mind.
Sweet Morgana!
I keep kneading, satisfied. Whoa. Girls' bodies are surely amazing.
I was speechless. Wow. Surely nothing can be better than this-
I stopped my hands as a little girl was watching me as she slid the door.
The girl, seemingly about 10-years-old, wore twin ponytails and sharp cinnamon eyes. She looks bossy - and sassy, that's for sure.
"Sis? Hermione? What'chu doing?"
With my hands still pressed against my chest, I give her my honest impression of "Nothing-is-happening-here."
"I was just thinking these feel way real…" Wait. "Huh?"
"…'S-Sis'? Hermione? Who are you?" I ask the girl, pointing at myself. What "sis"? I don't have a sister. Who is this "sis"? I stared at her for a moment before I registered the facts. Also, my name is definitely not Hermione.
So... this is my kid sister? The girl looked shocked before putting on a bossy expression and huffed, puffing up her chest. I'm not surprised, though.
"You still half-asleep or somethin'? It's. Break. Fast. Time! Hurry up!"
Thwack! She slams the door shut with a loud slam. Ooh, that fierce little girl. I haul myself off the comfortable bed. Come to think of it, I am hungry. My eyes look to my room, and I spotted a full-length mirror in the corner. I walk a few steps across the carpet on the floor to stand in front of the mirror. Letting my loose nightshirt skid off my shoulders and fall to the floor leaves me naked. Thankfully, I was wearing some underwear. I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
Long brown hair flows down my back, although it appears bushy and sleep-tousled and sticking up in some places. A petite, round, and, dare I say it, cute face holds big chocolate eyes and pink lips that snug above a slim neck, deep collarbone, and a large bosom! Below are the faint shadows of ribs, and then the soft curves of the waist. I am quite healthy!
My mouth dropped, this is a girl's body. A nude one.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait!
I'm...
…A girl?
I'm…a-a g-girl?
Abruptly, the fog enveloping my body like a warm blanket was gone.
I can't take it, and I scream. Loudly.
"What the fu-?!"
Where the hell is my black hair, my green eyes, my round glasses? I am literally freaking out right now.
I scratched my hair, never realizing that I was making it more bushy and frazzled.
An elderly lady and my so-called 'sis' is looking at me weirdly right now, as I trudged off the couch and shot off to the adjacent dining room to eat breakfast.
He added some bacon to his mix of English and Japanese breakfast, not full, but... enough for my tastes.
I was to go to the bathroom to shower a bit, but, decided against it. Though a bit... tempting, it's weird as it is.
After cleaning myself with a towel, along with dressing myself in my school uniform (on which I had to ask that elderly lady for assistance), and I was forcibly walked to school.
Problem is, I don't know where this "school" even is.
I finally got there, but it was lunchtime already.
I was scolded by the teachers (that was humiliating), and my friends, one Neville Longbottom, and one Luna Lovegood, with the whole class, appalled at my actions.
They always look like they're fighting due to their clashing personalities, but given how their conversation is always perfectly synced, I kinda "secretly" think they might make an excellent couple. I'm a bit happy or them, really.
I even heard some whispering, "Bookworm Granger breaking the rules? That's a new one!"
I scribbled at my notebook, but instead of writing notes, I wrote questions.
After a few boring hours, I walked back home, but again, to no avail. I was lost in the endless, winding roads through the mountains. I only got home after 8 P.M.
When I finally got home, I felt the urge to write my name in that notebook, along with drawing the surroundings in it. Heck, I even drew that old Shinto shrine!
My eyes felt drowsy, and I put on my pyjamas. I wracked my head back and forth to keep awake but it was of no use.
My last thought before blacking out was...
What a weird dream!
Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! Any feedback/follows/favourites are greatly appreciated!
PS; Lines and excerpts from Your name.
