The Night the World Turned Upside Down

Updated sporadically

Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling. If you don't know that then I really don't know why you're even reading this fic.

Dedicated to Cedar 1 a very good author who inspired this story.

Chapter 1

A/N: Ok, this is the second posting of this chapter because last time it cut the bottom half off. Sorry! Hope this time it works.

Hermione Granger walked down the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, eyes shining as she took in all the familiar sights. She hadn't been to Diagon Alley since before the war and she was thrilled that this magnificent place had in no way been marred by the long struggle that had gone on against Voldemort and his death eaters.

It had been such a long war, and many witches and wizards of both sides had died, but in the end Voldemort had finally been defeated. Many of the death eaters had given themselves up when they finally realized that their Lord was gone and this time would not be coming back. Some of the richer Death Eaters had been able to pay high-ranking officials off and claim that they were under the control of Voldemort and had no control over their actions. Lucius Malfoy was one such person. He got off completely for his actions and was now back trying to make trouble inside the ministry. He found this to be much harder this time though with Arthur Weasley in the position of Minister of Magic.

Hermione shook her head and smiled. Yes Death Eaters and others of that sort were going to find it a struggle indeed to try anything with Arthur Weasley in charge.

Hermione stopped her contemplations as she neared her destination. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes had been open for three months and business had been great. Already plans were being made to expand the store and there was even talk of opening up another store in a new location. Hermione pushed open the door to the store and walked inside. The store was unusually quiet with few customers so Hermione headed towards the back room where she figured she'd find a few red-headed Weasleys. Sure enough when Hermione walked into the back she found Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny sitting around a table staring intently at something.

"Hello everyone! What are you working on?" Hermione asked. The four people looked up in surprise.

"Oh hi Hermione," Ginny said. "We were just going over the plans for the store expansion but we're having trouble fitting everything in."

"Here let me take a look," Hermione said leaning over the table. "Well here's the problem. You've made the Make Your Own Firecracker section much larger than it needs to be. If you simply shorten this area, then move the extendable body parts section over you should have plenty of room to fit in the exploding bon bon section." The four Weasleys gaped at Hermione.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" Ron asked.

"Because you're just not as smart as our Hermione bean brain," Fred said throwing a quill at Ron.

"No no no Fred, it's just that you've all been staring at this for too long. All you needed was a fresh eye. How long have you been working on this anyway?" Hermione asked.

"For about two hours on and off," Ginny replied. "This is the quietest the store's been all day."

"Yeah, if business keeps up like this we'll be rich in six months!" George said.

"That might be a bit optimistic George, but yes this shop is going to be quite successful," Ginny said.

"Aren't you three glad that we hired you to help us?" Fred asked slinging his arm around Ron. Ron shook him off and glared.

"You mean aren't you glad that we came to work for you," he said. "Without Hermione, Ginny and I you're shop would be a disorganized pile of exploding things." Hermione smiled.

"Yes, you know you need us. Well, since I am not on the clock right now I think I'm going to head on over to that new store down the street. I hear they have some very rare and strange things in there. Then I had better go buy some school supplies. I am head girl this year you know, I've got to be prepared."

"Of course oh your head girliness, we wouldn't want to show up for the first day of classes with the wrong sized quill would we?" George asked. Hermione just laughed and spun out of the room. She made her way out of the shop and down the street to a neon green store that had a big sign in front of it that said "Giggs & Riggs Rare and Mysterious Magical Artifacts." Hermione entered the store and stared around in surprise. Inside were rows and rows of random objects going all the way to the back of the store. To the left was a counter where a funny looking man with a large sombrero sat talking to a pink parrot. The man looked over to Hermione and smiled.

"'Ello there miss! Welcome tah Giggs 'n Riggs! Oim Giggs, 'n this 'ere is me partnah Riggs. Say 'ello chap!"

"Good day madam! Can I help you to find anything in particular today?" the pink parrot asked.

"Erm...no...I was just curious about your store and umm..."

"Ah yes, well then feel free to look around as long as you like!" Then the Riggs turned back to talk to Giggs. Hermione shook her head and slowly started walking through the many rows of shelves.

The store was filled with all sorts of strange things from dark arts detectors to magical gloves, to fish that were mounted on plaques that would sing when you pushed their buttons. Hermione gaped at all these strange and new things and then she found something that really caught here attention. There were several rows of books in the store, and many of the books were about things Hermione had never even heard of. She picked on large leather bound book off of the shelf and stared at the cover. In bright silver lettering it said "Pixies and Their Mysterious Ways" Then underneath that it read " Menaces or Great Teachers?" Hermione carefully opened the cover of the book and then she jumped in surprise for suddenly a little pixie had flown out of the book showering everything with glitter.

"Thank you so much miss, I've been in there forever it seems." The pixie said in a high pitched squeaky voice.

"You're quite welcome I guess," Hermione replied. Then she started to shut the book but the pixie squealed.

"Please don't! Once you close the book I'll be forced inside again and I so want some time to stretch my wings. This is the first time in four hundred years that I've been out!"

"Oh dear, I'm dreadfully sorry. Here I'll just lay the book down here and I'll let you fly around for a bit. I must shut the book before I leave though. It would be dreadfully rude to the owners of this shop if I just left it here."

"I understand dearie. Don't mind me now, go about your business." With that the pixie flew up to the top of the book shelf where she proceeded to spin around and exercise her wings. Hermione had just picked up another book and was about to open it up when she heard a voice behind her that made her skin crawl.

"Well well if it isn't the world's favorite mudblood."

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked without looking up.

"What do I want? Well, I would absolutely adore having a world where a wonderful pureblood like me could go wherever he liked without being forced to look upon the sickening sight of a mudblood defiling all things that are pure."

"Well I could fix that for you, you don't really need your eyes anyway now do you? I mean after all who would want to walk around all day being constantly reminded of the fact that he lost everything he had worked so hard for hmm?"

"Watch yourself Granger! You're treading on thin ice." Draco spat.

"Oh am I now? Did I touch a sensitive area Malfoy? Tell me do you go to bed every night hugging a photo of Voldemort and crying yourself to sleep because the love of your life is gone?" Draco's eyes flashed and he pushed Hermione up against the shelf of books.

"I said watch yourself Granger!" he said his voice dangerously low. "With one word I can silence this whole area and know one will hear your screams."

"Oh and what are you going to do Malfoy? Use the cruciatus curse on me? Beat me? Rape me?"

"Rape you?" Draco sneered. "I think not, for one thing I wouldn't give you the pleasure, and for another thing I would never contaminate my pure blood with the likes of you." Hermione spat in Draco's eye.

"Since you can't shag Voldemort anymore Malfoy why don't you see if your mother is available?" she asked. Draco slapped Hermione hard.

"You asked for it Granger. You asked for it!" Draco drew back his fist and then his eyes opened wide in amazement. He couldn't move anything but his head. Hermione had cringed when he lifted his fist waiting for the impact, but it never came. Slowly she opened her eyes and then she too realized she couldn't move anything but her head. Then a shimmering figure flew down in between the two.

"Sorry to do this to you loves, but I think you both need to learn a lesson. You sit here bickering with each other when you don't even know much about each other."

"I know that he's a rich pureblood snob who was one of the biggest supporters of the vilest man in the history of mankind!" Hermione spat.

"And I know that she's a disgusting mudblood whore who thinks she's to good for the world because she's shagging the Boy Who Lived."

"I am not! Harry and I have never had anything like that going on between us! You're just mad because he killed your idol!"

"ENOUGH!" the pixie cried. "It's time you each learned a lesson about each other. You are now going to trade places in life and you will see what it is like to be each other. You will not be restored to your rightful selves until you learn your lesson!" With that the pixie chanted some strange words and she started spinning extremely fast above their heads showering them with glitter. There was a bright flash and when the their vision cleared Draco and Hermione checked to make sure they were still in one piece.

"I still look the same," Hermione said.

"So do I," Draco replied. Then they both cried out in pain and grabbed at their heads. They suddenly felt as if their minds were about to explode out of the sides of their heads.

"Memories!" Draco cried. "I'm getting memories that aren't mine, I have new memories, but I still have my old ones...what is this?"

"I have the same thing. It's as if I'm me still, but I've lived a completely different life. Is that all? Do we just get a look at each others memories and that's it?"

"It must be," Draco said. Then he sneered at Hermione. "If that's all that happens then I guess we're back to where we were before." Then Draco pushed Hermione back up against the bookshelf and drew his fist back. This time when he was about to let it fly a cold voice stopped him.

"Get your filthy mudblood hands off of my daughter Granger!" Lucius yelled.

"You're daughter? Granger...mudblood?" Draco stuttered staring at his father incredulously.

"Yes my daughter Hermione! Get away from her before you find yourself regretting you were born...although I suppose you already do considering your heritage," Lucius sneered at him.

"But but but..." Draco gaped. Hermione was equally surprised and stared with her mouth open.

"Hermione do close your moth gaping like that is so unbecoming. Come along now your mother is waiting."

"My mother...but but but..." Hermione asked without moving.

"Did I make myself unclear? Move now girl!" Lucius barked. Hermione jumped and hurried to comply with Lucius' commands. She didn't know why but she feared this man. Perhaps it had something to do with a vague picture in her mind of him towering over her his face all red and angry followed by a painful sensation. Did Lucius beat Draco? Hermione didn't give herself time to ponder this. She was too busy trying to keep up with Lucius so that he didn't yell at her again. Hermione followed him out of the shop and then down the street. As they passed a large window Hermione caught a glance at her reflection and she yelped in surprise. Her curls were gone! In fact her brown hair was gone. She had long straight blonde hair. And she wasn't wearing the clothes she had put on earlier, she was wearing black robes. Something definitely had changed. Lucius stopped and turned back to her.

"What is it?" he asked looking quite unhappy.

"I uh...I uh..."

"Well spit it out girl!"

"I just noticed that that disgusting mudblood messed up my hair!" Hermione cried. Then she realized what she had said and clamped a hand over her mouth. Lucius smiled.

"Not to worry, your mother can fix it when we reach her. Come along." Hermione quickly followed after Lucius her mind working furiously to try to figure out what was going on. Lucius was her father, her hair and wardrobe were different, and she had just called someone mudblood. This felt like a bad dream but Hermione knew it wasn't. She had to go find Ron and Harry. They would know what to do. Hermione decided then that the minute she had a chance she would escape from the gaze of Lucius and go seek her two best friends out.

But would they recognize her?

A/N: Hi, thanks for reading this. I don't know how often I'll be able to update since I'm very busy with my school work. I'll update as often as I can though. I hope everyone enjoyed this, and please oh please review. I have no idea if this story is any good...so if you could tell me that'd be nice. Thanks!

Ella