A/N: I shall start this chappy today and see where it leaves off  I might finish tonight or go on to have it being written tomorrow o-o anyway…..

Chapter 3: Livin the Vida Witchcraft

We last left our poor elderly wizard in the clutches of a lunatic Ron, and his teeth. Now, seeing as he once was the boys headmaster, Ron decided to not bite the powerful wizard, though he was sure it would merely upset the man slightly, Ron was not prepared to face this old mans anger. Not to mention he was an old man, and he was always taught to respect his elders (excluding a certain pair of twins.)

So he merely snarled at Dumbledore and ran out of the room crying, and he found his way to the kitchens.

Still clinging to the acid pops mind you.

Now let me explain that it wasn't really the acid pops that urged Ron into his present state, no it was the fact that HE (notice the caps underlined-ness and italics, apparently its important that you read those two letters) Ron Weasly had lost at the one thing he was good at, besides quidditch that is. How dare the old man outsmart him at HIS game! It was simply ludicrous!

To say Ron was devastated was a slight understatement; he was crushed under the rock.

Now let us watch him sing and dance to the song that has popped into my head.

"I am under the rock! The rock is higher then I! Jehovah save me I am under the rock!".

Now let us stare again as Ron starts to think about his career choices, and who the heck Jehovah is.

"Well now, my voice isn't to bad….! I could be a muggle, oh what do they call it, umm… a muggle Ricky Martin!"

And so ensues the incessant rambling of a starry-eyes Ricky-Martin wanna be. Must I include the fact that when Ron decided to jump on tables and dance the house-elves scattered to do 'unfinished chores that had been conveniently forgotten'?

I must point out that house elves, never forget to do anything. I mean, never.

(back to the puzzling Hermione and Harry, or should I say Harmony and Harry)

"..and I actually… went under that with you?"

Harry nodded his head, his eyes intent on her.

"I didn't die when I went under there? I mean how did both me AND you fit under there?"

"Actually im proud to say that I have fit a whole set of first years under here!"

"First years?"

"Uhhh, we'll get to that later." He tugged at his sweater nervously.

"Why so many?"

"Later!" he said in a fake cheerfulness and lifted the cloth over his head and disappeared.

Harmony Garnet lost all sane-ness as she screamed, fear gripping her heart. "It ate you!"

"No it didn't."

"YES IT DID!"

Her screams were now being heard through the neighborhood, but little thought was put to it. She screamed a lot, like when she found that a bird had left a little, surprise on her sparkling window the other day.

"I'm here and alive Herm-Harmony…"

"Your gone!"

Harry smiled to himself this was rather entertaining. But he did rather feel guilty about the stricken look on her face. HE stuck his head out of the cloak and smiled, but it lasted only a second before she started shrieking.

"OH DEAR GOD! YOUR HEAD! ITS ATE EVERYTHING BUT YOUR HEAD!"

"Harmony1 Calm down! Im just sticking my head out of the cloak! Its an invisibility cloak!"

"ITS ALIVE!"

"BE REASONABLE GODDAMMIT!"

"HOW CANI REASONABLE WHEN A FLOATING HEAD IS IN MY LIVING ROOM TALKING TO ME!"

Harry opened his mouth then shut it she did have a point. He stepped out of the cloak and smiled again at her stricken features. "It's a cloak to hide you."

"From what?"

"Most anything" he shrugged nonchalantly, " well besides Dementors" he trailed off and shuddered slightly.

"Dementors?"

"Later on that subject as well."

"Why must everything be held off until later?"

"Why don't we start with some simple charms!"

"You're avoiding the question!"

"You've got the swish and flick down to a draw now lets see if your pronunciation is as good as it once was."

"My pronunciation is perfect thank you."

"Do you know Latin?"

"Vaguely."

"Brilliant!"

"Well, I don't boast about it!"

"Now repeat after me, Wingardium Leviosa."

"Wingardium Levioso."

"No, no Wingardium LaviosA"

"Wingardiums Laviosaos.."

"Dear, dear lets see win-gard-e-um Lev-e-oh-sah"

"Wingardium Leviosa."

"Perfect!"

"Goodness, it's a bit of a tongue twister."

Harry stared at her, his green eyes mirthfully shaking.

"Did I say something bad?"

"No, no its just I've never heard anyone say tongue twister in awhile."

"Oh, well it was the first phrase that came to mind. I could probably of used a more rational word but hey its all right I suppose."

"MEOW!"

Hermione jumped up, and turned around and smiled lovingly at her cat. "Cookie!"

"COOKIE!"

Hermione/Harmony looked at Harry strangely "That is his name."

"Its Crookshanks!"

She laughed softly, which distracted Harry a bit from his conclusion on her new choice of a name for her male cat.

"He's a male cat!"

"I'm very aware of what gender he is. I am a doctor, Mr. Potter was it?"

"Of course its Potter! You should know very well Hermione Granger! I can't believe you named your cat COOKIE!"

"MY NAME IS HARMONY GARNET!"

"THAT'S WHAT I SAID!"

"NO YOU SAID HERMIONE!"

"DAMMIT, ITS ALL THE SAME!"

Harmony's eyes blazed as she picked up the nearest thing to her, which happened to be a bookend, and tossed it with a rather good aim at his clueless and scarred head.

"HARMONY IS WHO I AM! YOUR NOT IN LOVE WITH ME YOU DUNCE!"

"DAMMIT THAT HURT!"

"STOP CUSSING!"

"STOP YELLING!"

"STOP BEING STUPID!"

"STOP BEING INFURIATING!"

"STOP USING LARGE WORDS THAT YOU CAN HARDLY COMPREHEND!"

"THAT WAS LOW! I CAN TO SOMPREHEND LARGE WORS MADAM!"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

"WHY?"

"IM NOT HER!"

With that she stomped off and slammed her door shut. Harry sighed and lowered himself into her couch.

"Stupid witch."

"I HEARD THAT!"

He groaned, he needed help

(Now back to our beloved Dumbledore.)

"Well Fawkes, I suppose you should bring Harmony here with our Mr. Potter."

Fawkes squawked and slew out a window that appeared in thin air.

"Dear, this is not going to be easy." The wise man stated as he saw his door being thrust open by an alarmingly calm Ron Weasly.

(back to Harry and 'Cookie')

Harry was now stroking the poorly named cat that lay in his lap. His thoughts roamed from his throbbing headache to the disgruntled girl, no woman, in the bedroom down the hall.

Things just weren't going according to plan.

He was suppose to come, sweep her off her feet, tell her that she was a witch, she was suppose to remember and say "Oh Harry why have you waited so long to find me?" and then he'd hug her and they'd go kill the fucking bastard that was the main problem in the first place.

Yet, it didn't seem to be falling into that exact order. To be frank it wasn't falling in any order. His mind was a complete disarray her temper was so tedious and Fawkes had to come and tap at the window.

Wait, backtrack, Fawkes is tapping at the window?

Harry stood up and walked over to the window, a questioning look on his face. "Term- yes?"

"Squawk."

"Ok then."

Harry turned from the window and walked to the door down the hall, turning the knob he walked in to see a fuming Harmony Garnet.

Big surprise?

Not really.

"Have you ever learned to knock?"

"I would of if I'd have been assured you would have opened it."

Harry strided across the room took her hand in his whipped out his wand and apparated, to Dumbledore's office.

Now I know you cant apparate to Hogwarts, but Harry could.

He was an exception to many rules.

(In said office)

"Livin the Vida Loca! She will.. AHHHHH"

Ron jumped into Dumbledore's arms, bridal style as Harry and Harmony landed into the room.

"Harry! HERMIONE!" Ron flung himself into her arms.

Harmony stood there, confused. Why was a red head holding her? Where was she? How did she get here? And most of all was someone singing the Vida Loca?

Harry coughed, as did Dumbledore. Ron turned red and pulled himself away from her. She stood dumbfounded.

"Whoa re you?"

Ron coughed and dug in his pockets withdrawing a piece of candy, "Acid pop?"

Harmony blinked.

"I'll take that as a no. Well its good to see you back Hermione."

"Its Harmony."

"I know my voice is isn't it? I'll give you another demonstration." He coughed

And took his shirt off as he began to sing, "Oops I did it again, I played with you heart got lost in the game, Oh baby baby, oops you think im in love…"

"Oh dear God…"

"Oh dear Merlin…"

"He's not half bad."

All three phrases were said at the same time, Harry and Harmony turned with puzzled expressions on their faces to Dumbledore.

"Not bad? Are you deaf old man!"? Harmony asked in a slightly rude manner.

Ron stopped singing. Harry stood there stricken. She had just called the most powerful wizard in the world an old man, and to his face!

Dumbledore coughed. "Yes well, I'm Albus Dumbledore."

"I'm.."

"Harmony Garnet, lovely name if I do say so myself. If I ever had a daughter I'd of named her that."

Harmony flushed and nodded smiling softly.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, do that's why he named her that. If Harry had had the choice he'd of named her Lily. Ron would of named her Larissa, for some unexplained reason.

"Mr. Dumbledore, might I ask where we are?"

"In my office in Scotland."

"Scotland!" she squeaked. "I was just in London not but two minutes ago!"

"It's a form of magic."

"Oh dear. Your one of them?"

"You mean one of you? Yes, yes im a wizard."

"Well I-" she stopped mid sentence and stared wide eyed at the pictures.

"They're moving."

"Its magic."

"Are they alive?"

"No, no…"

"It's amazing."

Harry stared at her face. She seemed so fascinated so eager to learn, she looked just like the Hermione he remembered and loved.

She walked over and stroked the fur of a cat, it began to purr.

"It feels real."

"Magic, is a powerful thing."

"Magic is pretend. Its form fairy tales."

"Don't you believe in Fairy Tales Ms. Garnet?"

"I'm practical. I believe in healing those who are hurt."

"Another form of magic."

"From what your saying is that everything is magic!"

"Well yes, I am."

She stopped talking and sighed looking around for anything to think about other then the confusing pieces of information she was receiving. "If everything is magic, does that mean cars are?"

"A mechanical amazement. Even magic needs engineering. Most Wizards and Witches need wands to assist them."

Ron gulped looking at her, she seemed so scared, but still she was she. Hermione hadn't changed a bit in her looks. Still pretty, but her demeanor was slightly more closed.

"And pencils?"

"Who would of thought trees could be of so much use."

"I suppose your making a lot of sense."

"Am I?"

"Unfortunately."

"You can possibly believe that you were a witch then?"

"Were? Does that mean im not one?"

Dumbledore turned to Harry and they exchanged a glance. Harry fumbled in his pockets for sometime, withdrawing her wand again and handing it to Dumbledore.

"Do you remember everything Harry has taught you today?"

"Of course."

"Hold this, now put it together the words and the movement."

She gulped, and swished and flicked her wand like a pro immediately saying the well-versed words. "Wingardium Leviosa."

Pensive flew into the air, levitating.

Harmony's eyes widened and she looked at her wand and dropped it.

The Pensive fell soon after, to be caught by a surprised Ron.

"Ouch… I didn't know these things were so heavy"

Harmony stared at the piece of wood on the ground. She'd made something float. "That was amazing…"

"Leviosa not Leviosah…."

The memory hit her full blast and she lost her balance and crumbled to the ground.

"I'm a .. I'm a…"

"Hermione?" Harry bent down next to her.

She didn't care that he'd called her by that name.

She didn't care that she had clunked down a silvery magical item on to a red headed singing gay man. Or atleast she presumed to be gay, since he was pretending to be Ricky Martin.

She didn't care that an elderly man was dressed up like some of her patients on Halloween.

Nor did she care that a man who loved her was sitting next to her with a confused expression on his face.

All she cared about was the fact that she was indeed, a witch.

A/N: Sooooooooooooo what did you think? I'm satisfied with this chapter -

I'm very proud of it.

Now to those who think I should be a tad bit more serious, it will get a little bit more serious once her mind progresses to the past and comes to join her future. Well when that happens you'll understand!

I hope this entertained you as much as it did I to type it!

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