Summery: If you suddenly found yourself alongside Harry during his sixth year at Hogwarts, what would you do? Traveling across realities, Ryan finds herself asking just that question while residing in the body of Luna. She read the books and seen the movies. With that knowledge she is determined to rewrite the history of the world she is now a part of. Everything is not as it appears and when Luna starts acting strangely, Hermione will do everything in her power to uncover the truth.
Author's Note: Hello all and welcome to my newest story! I had this idea in my head for quite some time and I wanted to share it with you, so here ya go I hope you enjoy. I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine.
I understand that things will be strange at first, but please bear with me. All will be explained eventually so just hang in there.
Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm going to say this as it applies to each chapter I write from here on out: I do not own anything but the characters I create.
This will eventually be a femslash, Hermione/OC, pairing...sorta, however this is not the meat of the story; there is much more to it. If that makes you uncomfortable I apologize, but this may not be the story for you. There will be some bad language sprinkled throughout so be warned.
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Chapter 1. Not Myself
A pale girl sat in her room at the foot of the bed, her ankles criss-crossed and tucked tightly into her chest that was covered by a pale yellow sun dress. The sun was just peaking up above the horizon radiating an orange warmth into the dully lit room. The girl ran a shaky hand through her wispy blond hair that fell in front of her face protectively like a curtain, and then she leaned her head back so it was resting on the comfortable mattress. She stretched her legs out in front of her with a groan and took a deep breath, in an attempt to gather herself. Dark circles lined the bottoms of her eyes, the evidence of the lack of sleep she received the previous night. Her sleeplessness resulted from pain. For the last two days she has been locked in her small room, a throbbing ache radiating from the center of her body. It was difficult to explain the sensation; it felt as if someone reached inside and chiseled away part of her soul, leaving a gaping hole exposed then stuffed it with something that doesn't belong. Her body showed no physical signs of the pain it caused, but it left her feeling drained.
The room she sat in was simple, yet strange. The baby blue carpet that adorned the floor clashed with the bright yellow paint that covered the perfectly circular walls, giving the room a feeling of residing in a bottle. The entire house is circular, so that feeling extended to the rest of the rooms in the house as well. There was one simple dresser with a curved design that molded directly to the odd shape of the wall. The ceiling was painted to show pictures of five people, two girls and three boys, with the word "friends" written in gold ink creating a winding circle that connected them all together.
She cast a wary glace towards the simple dresser that stood adjacent to the small bed. Very slowly she stood and walked slowly to the dresser, peering down at the long piece of wood that made her heart race so rapidly. It was unlike her to be scared of something so small, something so seemingly harmless, yet she knew that with it she could wield power greater than that she could have ever imagined. It was simple and elegant in its design; roughly a hand and a half in length, rounded on all its edges, but not perfectly so. The thinnest part of the wood had carvings of branches etched into it that gradually grew in size along its entire length until acorns sprouted from them at the other, thicker, end.
She raised an unsteady hand and placed a single index finger on one of the acorns. Unexpectedly, the wood was warm and seemed to hum with the energy it contained. Taking a deep unsteady breath, she wrapped her hand around the thicker end and raised it to take a closer look. She had been avoiding handling it and reasonably so, for this was a wand. A strange sense of familiarity washed over her as she inspected the wand in her hand which filled her with a sense of unease and yet,…..warmth.
She rolled it along the tips of her fingers and could feel a slight hum coming from the core of her body; where exactly, she could not be sure, but the sensation was vibrating deep in her bones. The longer she concentrated on the feeling, the more intense it became until she felt as if her entire body trembling from the sensation. Her whole body shook, becoming more and more intense, until finally there was a resounding 'CRACK!' that broke her concentration and the feeling quickly regressed back into a hum. She turned her body to see the one window in the room shattered completely, the pieces spilling onto the carpet dangerously.
Hurried footsteps could be heard walking hurriedly up the stairs and her door opened to reveal a man whose oddity fit the house perfectly. His hair was so pale, it was almost see-through and maybe it would be if it had been washed recently; the grease blocking the transparency. It hung down to his shoulders in waves similar to the ones that were currently on top of her own head.
"Lunalove! Are you alright?" said the man frantically, his eyes finding the broken glass from the window and her with a wand in her hand.
"Yes father." she replied, trying to make the smile on her face convincing. "I do not know what happened." She was unaccustomed to speaking so formally, but it seemed appropriate so she went for it.
He stared at her for a long moment before walking over and placing the back of his hand on her forehead. "Are you okay my darling? Did you have an encounter with the Wigsprites?" He furrowed his brow with concern. "Remember they do like to mate this time of year and their offspring can slip up your nose and wreak havoc with your magic."
The girl gently pulled his hand off her head and squeezed it once reassuringly. "That must've been it. I'm fine daddy really." She smiled reassuringly, but the concern did not leave his face. Clearly she did something wrong, but she had no clue what it was. He obviously cared for her. God this is so hard.
He continued to look her over for a minute or so before saying, "Alright if you think you are I'll believe you. But if you feel dizzy or a sudden urge to dance a jig, you come straight to me." He returned her smile softly. "I will." She gave him a crooked smile as he cupped her cheek for a moment before turning around and leaving the little room.
Sighing to herself, she decided it was time to venture outside. With her wand firmly grasped in her hand, she left the room and walked down the stairs silently. Peering around the banister to the stairs, she saw the man working in the kitchen, leaning over a cauldron while looking down at a book with a small vile in his hand. The kitchen was just as odd as the rest if the house. On one wall there were shelves that held an assortment of vials containing different ingredients for potions and another had more shelves that had seemingly random items thrown carelessly on them.
She slowly walked towards the front door hoping that he was too caught up with his work to notice her. Apparently he was because his back never turned as she slipped into the fresh morning air. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she dug up the courage to leave the safety of the house and explore the surrounding area. Not wanting to wander too far, she only walked down the hill the house was perched on until she came to the very bottom. It was strangely peaceful. No surrounding houses could be seen; only a vast landscape covered in long grass that came midway up her calf. Bunches of red and purple flowers were bunched together in random spots poking up through the grass, happily growing in the sunlight. She sat down and looked up into the cloudless sky, breathing in the fresh air calming her nervs. She hadn't had a peaceful moment sense she arrived at the house and having one now cleared her head enough to rationally think about her situation. It appeared that she was not leaving anytime soon, so she would have to suck it up and bear with it. 'Why does the universe keeping screwing me over?' she thought. 'I keep getting shitty deals….and just when I was happy too.' Her eyes glassed over with tears that she stubbornly refused to shed.
Wiping her eyes, she sat up and crossed her legs underneath her. If nothing else, she was a survivor; never has she given up hope completely in a situation, even when it looks like there is no silver light at the end of the tunnel. She was here and she had no idea how long she was going to be stuck here, so she resigned herself to the belief that her circumstance wasn't going to change anytime soon. Holding up the beautiful wand in front of her, she decided that it was time to use it, consequences be damned.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember something simple that she could try. She sat crossed legged on the grass running different spells through her head. It had to be more complicated than it seemed, she knew that there was more to it than simply saying a word and waving your wand, but her lack of knowledge was worrying. What if she did something wrong and injured herself or someone around her? How was she supposed to survive in this world without any training? She was expected to have years of learning already under her belt, so how in god's name did anyone expect her to pass her classes? She knew that she had to start somewhere, so she decided to dive in head first. 'Swish and flick' was the first thing that came to her mind. It was a prominent spell that stuck out vividly in her memory, so she remembered what it was supposed to look like. Lifting her wand she made movement that looked like a crescent moon that lead away from her body, and then flicked it once. 'Swish and flick', ok not too hard.
She spotted a small rock, about the size of a penny, and repeated the movement with her wand saying, "Wingardium Leviosa". Nothing happened. Puffing her cheeks in annoyance she tried again, this time saying it louder and making the movement with her wand more exaggerated. Nothing happened. Damn.
"You're moving your wand too much" said a voice.
"What the fuck?" She suddenly jumped to her feet, looking around for the source of the sound, her heart hammering in her chest. "Who said that?" No one was near her as far as she could see, which only made her heart race faster.
"I did of course." It said again.
"Where are you?" she demanded.
"Good question, I would very much like to know that myself, although it seems like I'm where you are."
That voice. She recognized that voice; the dreamy, airy, quality to it. Her heart felt as if it was severed inside her chest leaving it to drop suddenly to her toes, slamming against the ground. It can't be.
"…Luna?"
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