I really had no plans to re-continue this story. But here we are...
Enjoy.

It wasn't the first time Harry James Potter wished for his "missing" friend. He could barely see his desk which was piled high with paperwork and files. If only the world had a mere one percent of Hermione's sense of organization, it would run like a well-oiled machine.

Harry huffed and tiredly attacked the files. Baby Albus had managed to keep him up all night with his cries. If only babies could tell in clear and precise manner what they wanted…

After barely an hour of slugging through the paperwork when the red alert emergency call rang loudly through the Aurors' office. Emergency in the Diagon Alley.

All available hands were called on deck- apparently, monsters were wreaking havoc in broad daylight.

. . .

And indeed there were...well...monsters. Not quite like Voldemort and his cohorts monsters, more like the actual monsters monsters.

A snarling beast that looked an animated Scarecrow was busy petrifying the people on the streets, a hybrid plant woman was turning people into green coloured zombies with a kiss, a cat like woman was seen zipping in and out of the shops- more likely stealing stuff. And in the middle of the chaos stood someone that looked very, very familiar to Harry. Those riotous curls, the small petite build and that confident manner of carrying oneself.

Harry did not want to believe his eyes. Hermione was not supposed to be here. Her presence could mean only one thing- trouble. Since the chaos was evident in front of him…

"Hermione?" Harry couldn't stop himself. His heart was beating fast- the anticipation of meeting her again.

Hermione turned around, her hair bouncing around her face. She was all the same, but there was something very very wrong with her. It wouldn't be until later that Harry would realise that it was the cruel smirk on Hermione's face.

"Missed me, Harry?" Hermione taunted.

As soon as Hermione said those words, the monsters who were laying the marketplace to ruins stopped in their place and turned to face him.

"You...you brought these monsters with you?" Harry stuttered; he won't lie he did. He always knew Hermione going dark was a worst nightmare. Worse than Voldemort's third coming.

"Awww, don't be so rude to my friends now, Harry. I brought them here for sightseeing." Hermione sported an offended look. "They came here with me all the way from America!"

"Hermione," Harry tried to reason with her. She has always been a reasonable person after all. "Your friends are causing harm to property and lives." Harry tried not to wince as the monstrous scarecrow came to stand next to Hermione.

"Really?" Hermione looked to see a couple of petrified people and some green zombies. "No. You're just exaggerating things. Everything is fine, no one is hurt." Hermione waved her hand around vaguely.

"People are not who—" Harry tried to explain.

"Dean Thomas, a muggle born, same year as me," Hermione slowly took steps towards Harry, "He was being stalked by some escaped Death Eater fanatic, getting death threats and other wonderful posts, some seventeen months back. The Aurors said everything was fine, no one was hurt. Everything is fine here too, Harry." Hermione was standing right in front of him now.

"I know you think you're avenging the unfortunates but this is not the correct way, Hermi—" Harry watched out of the corner of his eyes, how the green vines covered…lady walking towards him.

Hermione pursed lips and looked down, "Being right is my job, Harry." She shook her head lightly. "You're right. This is not the right way—"

Harry felt the tightness in his heart loosen a bit, the sigh of relief almost leaving his mouth.

"But I never said I would follow the right way, Harry. History is indeed written by the victors. I plan to follow the age old rules of the world," Hermione patted his shoulder. "I would appreciate if you didn't try to block me."

"You are in the wrong. I cannot stand and let you try to uproot the world to your liking. I did not stand the last time—"

"That's right, Harry James Potter. You never stand up until it comes down to you. Anyways, I can't spend all of my time in just one place and UK is a big place with lots of tourist places," Hermione wriggled her fingers to wave Harry bye.

"You leave me no choice, Hermione," Harry looked at her unflinchingly.

"Do your best. Wouldn't be better than your worst either ways. You only know like…one spell," Hermione put her hands on her hips waiting for Harry to what he's promising. While Harry took a step back and pointed his wand at her, Hermione turned to the Ivy and Jonathan beckoning them to come closer.

"Stupefy," Harry said in a firm voice. The spell boinked off the shield she had over herself.

Hermione shook her head in dismay. "Oh, Harry. You've got a lot of learning to do." She whistled loudly and the cat woman jumped gracefully next to her. "Toodles. Don't give my love to anyone. Seriously."

Hermione disapparated away with quiet pop. With that, the petrified people started coming around, the zombiefied people losing the green pallor of their skin. Other than a few looted shops and some damage to the buildings, Diagon Alley was as normal as ever.

But Harry Potter, everything had changed in that moment.