This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 857
Title: Worlds Apart
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Beta: kidasong
Golden Snitch
[Name] Crissie
[School] Uagadou
[House] Ogyinae
Quidditch League:
[Team]:
[Position]
[Theme]: Quidditch Supplies
[Prompts]:
[Theme]: Book Club
[Prompts]:
[Theme]: Pokemon
[Prompts]:
International Wizarding School Competition:
[School]: Durmstrang
[Prompts]:
[Theme]:
[Position] Exchange
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
[House]:
[Assignment]:
[Task]:
The House Cup:
[House]:
[Class]
[Prompts]: [Character] Helga Hufflepuff
[Category]: Drabble
Hogwarts
Assignment 8: Oneirology: Dreams - Halloween Edition: Task 12: Write about someone passionate.
Yearly:
Seasonally:
Quarterly:
Writing Club:
Oracle Challenge:
Fortnightly:
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Hermione becomes a writer who travels back in time to write a book about the Hogwarts founders, but she discovers her true place was beside Helga all along.
Helga was busy with her plants in the greenhouse when she first saw the young witch. She had bushy brown hair, ink-stained fingers, and the mannerisms of someone who knew what they wanted and what they were willing to do to get it. Helga had always been impressed by confidence.
"Miss Hufflepuff?" she asked.
Helga nodded. "Indeed, young lady. I cannot say I have seen you before. Do you have a sibling attending our school?"
She shook her head. "My name is Hermione Granger," she said. "I have come from the future to write about the Hogwarts Founders. We have just discovered a new prototype that allows visits much further back than ever before." Her expression changed, revealing her disappointment. "I can't say I have been having much luck though.'
Helga laughed. "Yes, my colleagues would be tough to crack. Godric and Salzar aren't very fond of women, despite Rowena's intelligence. They seem to think men are better than women."
The girl named Hermione nodded in agreement. "As for Rowena, she is so busy with her books, I bet she told you off for wasting her time—am I right?" Helga asked with a grin.
"Precisely," Hermione replied through pursed lips.
"Well, I will answer any questions I can," Helga assured her. "Join me in the greenhouses," she suggested, and Hermione followed her inside.
The two of them took seats on metal chairs covered in ivy, the ivy creating small blue blossoms across the backrests.
The two ladies talked for a while, and Helga felt her heart race, her very being reacting to the girl in a way nobody except Rowena had ever elicited before.
"I find it puzzling that there is little known about the future lineage of all of the founders, apart from Ravenclaw. Little to nothing is known about your children," Hermione said.
Helga blushed. "Well, there has never really been someone who piqued my interest, other than…" she paused, but something made her finally admit it out loud. "Well, Rowena loves men."
"Fascinating," Hermione said, writing on her parchment and Helga didn't think her cheeks could turn any redder.
"I apologize," Hermione said. "There is nothing wrong with that," she paused. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"It's not exactly common," Helga said with a small smile. "My affinity for witches with long dark hair doesn't get me very far in terms of suitors."
Helga noticed the blush on the younger woman's cheeks at her words. The undertone of their conversation changed quickly to something more heated, more spirited. It made Helga wonder if perhaps Hermione shared her preferences for the 'gentler' sex.
Their hands brushed when Hermione dropped her quill, and she felt a spark of electricity between them.
"I must admit, I have taken a fast liking to you," Helga admitted with a grin.
"And I to you," Hermione responded, making Helga's heart skip a beat.
"Stay with me," Helga said. "We can get to know one another better."
"I—" Hermione paused. "I can't stay, I have unfinished business back home. I need to return to my time."
"Hermione, you can stay here, with me," Helga pleaded. "Don't you see? We could be perfect for one another."
Hermione shook her head, and Helga's heart sank. "I promise I will return, before you can even tell I was gone," she said softly, rolling up her parchment and packing away her quill.
Helga felt her heart break, but tried to be positive. What reason would this lovely girl have to come back to her? She was nothing special, after all.
She watched Hermione fiddle with the Time-Turner, and vanish just beyond Helga's outstretched fingers.
A couple of weeks passed, and Helga started to believe Hermione had been only a figment of her imagination, despite the other Founders' insistence that the annoying girl was very real.
She sat in her greenhouse on the bench they had talked on, her eyes focused on the horizon as though willing the vision of Hermione to reappear. She had never before held hope that there existed someone special for her, but now she knew they were simply worlds apart, and that the love of her life was born to a different life. She wasn't sure if that was better, or worse.
The sky became overcast overhead, and she watched as the raindrops began to fall to the ground. The weather changed quickly, and she was comforted by the sanctuary her greenhouse provided. As she watched the rain falling, she spotted a hooded figure appear out of thin air. Helga instantly recognized the slender form of the woman she had fallen so quickly and completely in love with, and she rushed out into the pouring rain to greet her.
Hermione's arms surrounded her, and she met Helga's kiss with equal passion.
"I told you I'd be back," Hermione finally whispered into her ear, the water drenching the witches to the bone.
"I didn't believe you," Helga grinned.
"Let's get inside, and I will prove I am serious," Hermione whispered, and the ladies left the downpour feeling surprisingly warm in the knowledge that this could be the beginning of something special.