"What would happen if the two smartest kids in Harry Potter's year were to become another?" –legitbluefood, summary to "From the Eyes of the Other"

"Hang on, what's going on? How come I'm not in the Tower?"

"Hello?"

"Hello? Who's that?"

"This is Hermione Granger. Who is this?"

"Anthony Goldstein. Do you know where we are?"

"I think so. As near as I can make out, I'm occupying the left-hand side of some unidentified boy's body – a Slytherin, I'm guessing from the surroundings, but I can't make out much more than that."

"How do you know it's a boy?"

"…Never mind that. The point is, if our minds are in contact this way, that probably means you're occupying the other half of his body. Which is good, because then if we work together, we should be able to move about and get some answers as to how we got here."

"Makes sense. What's the plan?"

"Well, first off, we need to know who we are. I think there's a mirror on the bedside table to our right; would you mind reaching for it and taking a look?"

"Not at all. Let's see, what… Mannanan's cauldron!"

"What? No, no, it can't be!"

"AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!"

"Merlin's beard, Crabbe, keep it down, will you? Some of us actually stayed up to study last night…"

"As he looked around the table of smiling faces, he began to wonder how he had been so scared in the fist place." –CelestialRosegold, "Meeting the Family"

"Something wrong, Oliver?" said Alicia anxiously, seeing the tears forming in her captain's eyes.

Oliver shook his head, and struggled to speak. "It's just… I can't believe I was afraid you wouldn't rescue me," he said. "I'd just been down in that accursed dungeon so long, with giant stone arms sprouting from the wall to punch me whenever I showed the faintest flicker of hope, and not seeing hide or hair or broom-straw of any of you… I started to think maybe you were glad to be rid of your overbearing old team captain."

"Oliver, we'd never think that!" Angelina exclaimed. "Would we, fellows?" she added, turning to her teammates.

"Never!" chorused five loyal voices (though Fred and George's sounded just the faintest bit hesitant).

Oliver sighed. "No, of course not," he said. "I should have known. –So what happened to Flint? Tell me they revived the lash just to use it on him."

"Better," said Katie with satisfaction. "Snape's making him retake his whole sixth year next term. You know what he said?" She cleared her throat, and gave a fair imitation of the Potions master's hoarsely silky voice. "'I grant that I will tolerate much in the students of my House, as I feel they suffer enough from the prejudices of others. My indulgence, however, does not extend to one who wantonly kidnaps a sporting rival and imprisons him in the Place of Fists.'"

"'We agreed we both choose someone and have them as our wedding planner, you choose your mums and I choose Luna,' Harry said with confidence." –Lyle Rose, "It's Luna!"

"All right, let's see," said Luna, chewing on her quill. "First of all, we certainly aren't going to put Ginny in a white gown; that would just be asking for the church to be overrun by Skeezers. A nice, bright orange is much more suitable – and polka-dot bandannas for the bridesmaids, of course. Then if we strew plenty of onion salt along the aisle, and have the organist play Ein Feste Burg backwards in march tempo… yes, I think that should make everything just as auspicious as can be. Don't you agree, fellow wedding planners?"

As she spoke, a breeze blew up behind the Burrow; the whole chrysanthemum bed nodded their yellow-and-white heads in unison, and Luna smiled with satisfaction. "That's that, then," she said, rolling up her parchment. "I'm so glad that Ginny's cultivated such sensible mums."

"Her actions were stopped by sharp pain in her arms and legs[,] which were scrapped badly." –HermiHugs, "With You by My Side"

"Hermione?" said Edward Granger anxiously, kneeling by his robotic "daughter's" side. "Sweetie, are you all right?"

HRM-15 whimpered in her anguish, like any human child. "You said this was going to stop, 'Daddy'!" she complained. "You said, once you'd made me a new set of limbs and thrown away my old ones, I wasn't going to have any more problems with Dr LeStrange's nanobots!"

Dr Granger sighed. "I didn't think you would," he said. "I must have muffed things somehow when I scrapped the originals – left one of the neural signaling remotes intact, or something." He shook his head. "Amazing that they could still be disrupting your arthral circuitry, even so – but, then, that was always Bella's way. Brilliant, ruthless, and utterly determined, that was her; give her even the tiniest of advantages, and she wouldn't rest until she'd used it to get exactly what she wanted – and I suppose any cybernetic infection she created to sabotage Muggle Labs' flagship project would be the same way."

Gently, he lifted the little gynoid off the floor, and let her lean her titanium-iridium body against his own. "Come on, honey," he said. "Let's see if we can't equip you with some kind of jamming device to keep those nasty spasms at bay."