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And now… to the story.
Chapter 2
Harry and Hermione just gaped as the girl jumped down from the bed and started tugging on Harry's pajama bottoms.
"Can we build a snowman later, Daddy?" she asked insistently, her curly brown hair, exactly like Hermione's, bouncing. Her green eyes, Harry's eyes, were shining in anticipation.
"Er… ahh…" Harry replied.
It was then that a short, diminutive creature entered the room, beaming at all of them. Hermione felt like she was about to faint. No… it can't be… she thought. She refused to believe it, but the truth was staring at her in the face. "Breakfast is ready, Mr. and Mrs.!" The creature squeaked cheerfully.
No! She was, apparently, contributing to the oppression of house-elves!
Harry glanced at the house-elf. It sounded like a female, but the odd thing about it was that she was wearing clothes. That couldn't be right. House-elves wearing real clothes meant that they were already freed. Harry pushed the thought out of his mind. There were more important things to worry about at the moment.
The house-elf moved forward, apparently unaware of the confused and stupefied faces both Harry and Hermione were wearing.
"Come now, Little Miss. Dottie will help you get dressed!" she told the little girl still clinging onto Harry's leg. The girl let go and followed the house-elf out the room, saying proudly, "I can do it myself! Mummy taught me how!" The two left Harry and Hermione standing stock still and trying to digest the scenario they had just witnessed.
"I think we'd better get properly dressed too." Harry told Hermione, walking over to some closets. He pulled open the doors and started rummaging through the contents. Hermione shook her as though to clear it and followed suit.
"Wow!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, pulling out some robes. Hermione looked and realized that it was a Quidditch uniform. Harry looked at the back of the robes, where the word 'Potter' was stitched into the fabric.
"Hermione…" Harry said weakly, his voice hoarse, "These are the England National Team's robes!" He couldn't take his eyes off them. "Does this mean I'm a Quidditch player?"
"I suppose it does." Hermione said indifferently, pulling out some clothes she could wear.
"Hermione! These are NATIONAL TEAM ROBES!" Harry said, half-shouting, unable to understand how Hermione could just brush that information aside. He held the robes reverently, admiring every inch of them with his mouth slightly open.
"I can see that, but this probably isn't real. That Vablatsky woman must have done something to us, and I'm going to find out what." Hermione said with conviction, slamming her closet shut. She walked to another door, opened it and saw that it was a bathroom. She went inside and closed the door.
Harry carefully replaced the robes back into the closet, making sure not to crease them, and picked out some clothes.
Hermione came out of the bathroom to find Harry without a shirt, staring at himself in the mirror (A/N: Think Peter Parker in the movie!).
"What are you doing?!" Hermione demanded, hands on her hips.
Harry turned around and Hermione's eyes widened, blood rushing to her cheeks. Sure, she had seen Harry half-naked lots of times, like when they went swimming in the lake, or the time when she accidentally burst in on him in the dormitories while he was changing. This time was no less embarrassing. But this time, Harry wasn't a scrawny kid anymore. His muscles were toned, and his shoulders broad. Harry's build was now that of a well-trained athlete. Hermione willed herself to tear her eyes away, but they seemed to be glued to Harry's upper body. Her gaze snapped back to Harry's face only when he hastily pulled on a gray jumper, knocking his glasses askew. He straightened them, coughing, his face as red as hers.
"Erm… let's go find the kitchen, shall we?" Harry asked nervously, still blushing. "I'm starved."
"That's a good idea." Hermione managed to say, her thoughts still going over Harry's new physique. Get a grip on yourself! She scolded herself mentally. It's just Harry. Besides, this is all probably just some strange, bizarre dream.
Harry started heading toward the door when he spotted something that made him stop halfway.
"Take a look at this, 'Mione." he said. She turned to where Harry was looking and found herself staring at a wedding photograph hanging on the wall. Or more specifically, a wedding photo that featured her and Harry. Considering its size, she was a little surprised that they hadn't noticed it earlier.
"Do you think that Cassandra lady was right? Are we really supposed to get married?" Harry asked, his voice a little constricted.
Hermione didn't answer. She just kept looking at the photo. It was moving, and the Hermione in the photo was wearing a cream-colored gown. She had an arm around Harry, who was wearing a tux. Both were beaming, their faces practically glowing.
"This is all too weird." Hermione finally said. "Let's just go find the kitchen like we planned and eat first. Maybe we can think better after a meal."
Harry nodded and followed her out the door. They were now in a medium-sized hallway with doors leading to various rooms. On the walls were several photographs. There was a photo of the two of them, holding a baby, and another one of them, in a park. There was even one of them with the little girl, standing in front of a beautifully decorated Christmas tree.
They kept walking until they reached a flight of stairs. The two of them hurried down, following the voices they heard until they eventually reached the kitchen.
A/N: Chapter 3 will be up as soon as I finish writing it so stay tuned!
