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Chapter 1: Tell Me My Fortune

Hermione's POV

"Rebeka I'm not going in there!" I crossed my arms over my chest and planted my feet firmly in the ground as I confronted my friend. She had been trying to get me into the Fortune Teller's hut for over ten minutes. She was stubborn as a jackass and never took No for an answer. She'd tried to convince me that it'd be "fun to get our fortunes told! We'll get to see what the future held!"

"Get in there Herms!" Rebeka exclaimed, using the nickname I simply despised. That's probably why she insisted on calling me that whenever she wanted her way. I would usually do almost anything to get her to stop calling me that. "It'll be fun; don't you want to know what's in your future?" My friend huffed when I didn't budge and shoved me into the tent; with an amazing amount of force might I add.

"Velcome dahling." The fortune teller greeted me as I stumbled into the tent, a strange accent sticking to her words. "Pleeze, sit dahn." She gestured to the chair in front of her, and I carefully sat down, my eyes flying around the small tent, taking in the sight. "Zo, yoo haf come to haf yor fortune tol'. Ves?"

The woman's accent made it near impossible to decipher what it was she was saying, yet somehow I managed to do it and I nodded slowly, my gaze finally settling on her. She was pretty, the first thing I noticed, was her hair. It was a deep chestnut colour, naturally bleached from spending hours in the sun. Her eyes were a gentle blue, with flicks of hazel in them, an odd colour. Her cheekbones were high-set, accenting her features. Broad, full lips sat gracefully near the bottom of her face, the red lips glinting with the touch of lip gloss the gypsy had applied. A small pointed chin completed her. She donned a red bandana, and a gypsy's dress.

"Geve me yor 'and." The gypsy reached for my hand, which I was hesitant to give, but finally held it out when she gave me a comforting look. She took my hand in her own, studying it. After a minute or two, she made a strange smacking sound and nodded her hand. "I see a veuniun in ze near future. Vetween yoo und an old viend. Sall ve haf a look in ze crystil?" She gestured to the crystal ball in front of her and scooted closer to the table, still holding my hand. "I um able to see 'is ferst initial. I velieve it is….an ech." She looked up and I must have had a strange look on my face, for she repeated her incredible find and then wrote the letter clear for me to see on a piece of paper, a large H.

I'd had just about enough of the bizarre gypsy woman, so as sweet as I could; I smiled, and rose from the chair, voicing my thanks. I dropped a few galleons on her table, muttering under my breath, "Load of rubbish…."and walking out. Rebeka stood outside, waiting for me and jumping at the sight of me walking out of the tent.

"So? What exciting new things are to happen in your future?" I glared at my friend, and walked on. Only after her pestering me for five minutes straight did I turn and answer her.

"I'm to have a reunion with an old friend whose name starts with an H. It's a bloody load of rubbish." I nodded my head to drive my point home and swiveled my head as the smell of popcorn wafted under my nose. "Let's eat, I'm starved." I made my way over to the concession stand and stood in line. It didn't take too long and the ten minute wait was worth it as I ate the first few pieces and the buttery popcorn melted in my mouth. After pouring popcorn salt over it, I turned around opening my mouth to offer some to Rebeka. Too bad she wasn't there.
"Rebeka?" I didn't see her. My chewing slowed as I looked around. I called her name again and wandered over to the gypsy's tent. I'm still not quite sure what took me over there, but there I went. Pulling the flap of the tent open and I saw her, standing before the crystal ball, gaping down at it. "Rebeka, what are you doing in here?" I walked around the table to grab her arm. "We could get in major trouble!" Actually, we probably wouldn't if we were seen in the tent, but I said it anyway. Unfortunately, I've always been one to follow the rules, I HATE getting in trouble. But hey, that's me! Hermione Jane Granger, the do gooder. Have been since Hogwarts, and I doubt if I'll ever change. It's one of the things that attracted my best friend, Harry Potter to me!

Harry. I froze as the thought of my friend floated 'cross my brain. I hadn't seen him in what…five years? He'd first asked me out in sixth year, and of course I'd said yes, I'd been head over heels in love with the boy! Me and about a million other girls who'd heard of him. You see Harry Potter was incredibly famous. At the young age of like…one, he'd managed to defeat the world's most evil dark lord, Voldemort. Then at age sixteen, Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort for good, killing him permanently. I think he ran out of time for me, since he had all those fans, and of course I was always there for him. I couldn't help it, no matter what he did, or didn't do, I loved him, and quite honestly, I don't think I ever stopped.

But none of that matters now, because I'll probably never see him again. I was shaken out of my reverie, or rather, screamed out of it, as Rebeka gripped my arm tight and let out a scream that reverberated off the tent sides. "Herms look!" She pointed to the crystal ball and I looked, but saw nothing. Well I saw the fading image of a man, or the fading image of a man's back anyway. Unfortunately I'd looked too late, as that was probably the guy I was going to be 'reunited' with. The image must have been conjured only a few minutes after I'd left the tent, and now I'd never know of who it was.

I tugged on Rebeka's arm again, "Rebeka, come on. And don't call me Herms!" I chided and gripping her arms, half pulled her out of the tent. I noticed the gypsy woman coming and tugged her arm harder. Right now, I simply wanted to get out of the fair, and take a stroll down memory lane, mainly the one that included me and Harry, only me and Harry.

Rebeka's POV

I raised an eyebrow in Hermione's direction as she literally dragged me out of the gypsy's tent. What was wrong with this girl! She'd never liked to live the least bit on the edge, like yours truly. Okay, sneaking into a gypsy's tent may not be the most daring thing ever, but it was still fun. Hermione's always been a goody-two-shoes in my opinion. Apparently she's been that way since…forever. Lord knows how bad she was before I met her! I let her pull me to the entrance of the fair before I realized we were leaving, so I quickened my pace to walk beside her. I was getting a bit bored of the place anyway.

My thoughts wandered back to the guy I'd seen in the crystal ball and my face lit up in a smile. He was bloody gorgeous! Luscious jet black hair that stuck out at all ends, hair that a girl would love to run her fingers through, all scruffy and wild! His eyes had been the loveliest shade of emerald green I've ever seen. Flicks of hazel had dotted them, making them look especially breathtaking. Full, sensual lips sat on his tan face, and when he smiled, it had taken my breath away. He had a wonderfully toned body, tanned golden-brown from long hours in the sun, no doubt working on that body. If that's the guy Herms is supposed to meet, bloody lucky girl!

She must have noticed the silly grin on my face as she raised an eyebrow at me and slowed her pace to a slow walk. "What're you smiling about?" I glanced at her and smiled broadly. I debated a while on whether or not to tell her, but then decided what the hell? Smirking, I told her.

"Only about the hottest guy I've ever seen and how you're bloody lucky to be meeting him again. You never told me you went to school with a romance-novel-cover-model gorgeous hunk!" I exclaimed and she laughed. She laughed at me! "It's not funny; the guy in that crystal ball was a TOTAL hottie! Jet black hair, emerald eyes!" That made her freeze, for some reason. Did she recognize the guy by my description?

"Harry…?" I barely made out the whisper that escaped her now pale lips. Harry? Was this Harry someone she'd gone to school with? I stared at her for a moment, but her attention was elsewhere, possibly on this Harry character. I waved my hand in front of her face, trying to bring her back to reality.

"Hermione? You okay?" She finally focused her gaze on me, blinking several times. She nodded, but said nothing. We started walking again, but didn't speak. I could tell her mind was whirring, contemplating on who she could be re-meeting. I started thinking about it too unfortunately. It was only once we'd reached Herms apartment did she finally start talking again. Though it was only to say goodbye and that she'd call me later. We did our routinely 'secret handshake' that we've had for five years now and parted ways, her to her apartment three floors up, me to my place down the street. Hers is nicer, but I'm not complaining. I like where I live, though I'd kill for Herms' place. Wow, I'd kill for loads of stuff she has. Huh, oh well.

Hermione's POV

Oh…..my…..gods. Could it be? Could it really be Harry, Harry Potter who I was going to meet up with again? My school cru-no, my school love! I could hardly breathe when Rebeka had told me that, it had taken all my strength not to jump up and down and scream in disbelief. Millions of thoughts raced through my brain. I mean, I haven't seen the guy in FIVE BLOODY YEARS! What if he's changed drastically? What if he doesn't even recognize me? Or thinks I'm a ruddy wench or something? Or even worse, what if he thinks I'm a…..mudblood?

I shoved that thought from my over-excited brain. The Harry I knew, my Harry, would never think that! My Harry is far too kind, sweet, caring, loveable….Oh gods, a terrible thought just flickered into my brain. What if he's not….My Harry anymore? What if he's changed? What if he's…someone else's Harry?