Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the HP series.
Summary: Suddenly, as a result of a potion accident, Harry and Hermione find themselves… in the exact same place they started from? Not likely…
The story includes for sure: H/Hr pairing
Sometime later I may put in: talk about torture, Superpower and Slightly Dark Harry on the light side and Hermione may be a little hardened by the war.
Rating: T but it may become M sometime later on.
This is my first HP and English fanfiction ever, even though I've written a few stories in Hungarian. This plot has been bugging me for over a year now and I've finally decided to give it a go. I hope you'll like it. I want to apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical mistakes. I'll try to update gradually, but please do not urge me 'cause it annoys the hell out of me. Now, on with the story.
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How we got here
A thin brunette hurried towards the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or what remained of it. The war, Voldemort and his Death Eaters destroyed most of it and now it was deserted, except for the brunette in her middle 20's and her best friend, the Boy-Who-Lived.
They were almost the only survivors of the Order of the Phoenix and today was the day. The day when they were planning on destroying Voldemort for eternity or die like most of their friends did.
Ron, and the alive part of his family, along with Luna Lovegood (soon-to-be-Weasley) were hiding in a safe place far from Hogwarts. Remus Lupin was on a mission, along with his wife, in the US. Or so they thought. In reality, Harry Potter sent them away, away from everything. The only one staying with him was is best friend and wife of two years, Hermione Jane Granger Potter, the brunette, with no longer bushy hair, was too stubborn to agree and leave her husband willingly. And she could not be fooled as the rest of the Order was.
She was running like her life depended on it. And it did. Harry was brewing the potion to destroy all the Horcruxes. They checked and double checked everything in the dusty potions book before starting the potion. The only thing they didn't find was the instructions added to the very end of the book: do not brew the potions anytime near the full moon. Why not? Who knows…? Just don't do it. And it was the exact thing Harry was doing right then, that night was the night of the Full Moon.
Hermione ran down the stairs and almost missed the entrance of the Great Hall. As she burst into the Hall, she saw Harry adding the last ingredient of the poison. The poison that was just as bad, if not worse, as the Dementors' Kiss. It destroyed the soul if drank and the worst thing about it was that it caused almost unbearable pain to the poisoned one. Pain beyond imagination. But it didn't kill. Not the body, anyway.
"Harry, no!" – screamed Hermione running towards her other half, but it was too late. The moment the component touched the surface of the potion it exploded, blinding both occupant of the Hall.
Hermione groaned as she sat up wand at hand ready for an attack that didn't come. She heard a loud noise next to her, informing her about the arrival of Harry. As she got up and looked around, she saw that they were still at the Great Hall, a sigh of relief was about to escape her mouth when she found herself face-to-face with none other than Albus Dumbledore, with his wand pointed right at her heart…
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This was the first chapter, I know it was short but I still hope you've enjoyed it and first of all understood it. And don't get me wrong, I was just talking about my English. I hope it is clear. Please leave me a review and let me know whatever you liked or hated this chapter and if I should continue the story.