Hermione prepared the extra room in her flat for Harry, pasting up posters of famous Quidditch teams, placing about as many pictures she could find of him and her together and memorabilia she had leftover from Hogwarts. She had also moved Hedwig's cage into his room as well, hopefully his animal familiar would at least do something. Within no time, everything was ready. Writing to Ron, telling him about Harry being moved crossed her mind, but she decided against it when she remembered all that the Weasly's had told her. In no time, she was ready to have Harry stay with her.
Harry had become quite popular among all the young nurses during his short, conscience, stay at St. Mungo's. Hermione had to shoo many of them out of his room when she arrived, Harry not minding at all since he didn't even know why they doted over him.
"Ready to go?" Hermione asked once the last girl (with many protests) had left.
"Where to?"
"Home!" She smiled, "You don't really want to stay here forever? Do you?"
"You mean leave all those obsessed girls? Why in the world would I ever want to do that?"
Hermione was at a loss for words. Harry, her Harry, liked the fan girls? And this version of Harry didn't even know he was famous! "You, you like all of them?"
"Nah, just kidding. They're actually a little bit scary…" He chuckled, glad that Hermione had fallen for his joke. "So what is "Home"?"
"My home. We're going to try and jog your memory."
"Oh, that again. I seriously don't think I have lost my mind. I know very well that I have never seen you people before. I'm sorry, but I believe this is just a big waste of your time. Maybe the other Harry is out there," he made and outward gesture "but from what I know, he's not here."
"No, he isn't." Hermione whispered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh! Nothing, I was uh, was just thinking out loud…" Hermione hoped that Harry hadn't heard exactly what she muttered. "Anyway, I believe that you'll find my place more comfortable then this stuffy old room, eh?"
"Wow! Look at this place!" Harry was in awe of his room. "Are… are these pictures moving?" He pointed to the walls that the table to their left.
"Yea!" Hermione inched by him, picking up a picture of them together from their sixth year. "This is my favourite picture of us!" She handed the frame to Harry.
"I don't remember taking this…" he said studying the animated photo of what looked like a younger him and Hermione with some blond haired kid in the background whispering to two cronies. "Who are these people?" he asked.
Hermione took the picture back from him, "Ugh, that's the only downside… stupid Malfoy…"
"Malfoy?"
"I'll tell you later."
Sorry it's short… but two short chapters in one day… better then nothing! Once if start to find more time, (I can't believe it's SOOOO busy) I promise to write more!
