Chapter Eight

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I couldn't believe this! These muggles show up out of nowhere, able to get beyond the wards of Hogwarts even and everybody was listening to them. I mean I didn't actually think that they were death eaters, considering they were muggles, but someone had to keep everyone else on their toes right? Their story made absolutely no sense whatsoever after all. After all everyone knew that aliens weren't real.

"Come on Hermione." Ron said like he knew what I was thinking of. Was I that transparent that even my new boyfriend, the most unobservant boy ever Ron knew what I was thinking. Or maybe we really had just known each other long enough that we could tell what each other was thinking.

Even so, "What Ron? You can't believe that aliens are real could you?" I whispered back to him.

"Now Mione, up till you were Eleven you didn't believe that witches and wizards were real did you? Ghosts, vampires, and werewolves. They were all fairy tale creatures till McGonagall showed up. Well, who's to say aliens aren't real?"

"Do you really believe that?" I asked him huffily.

"Don't know. Till someone else has a better explanation for all this, then yeah I guess I have gotta. I mean we already ruled out death eater and he ain't a wizard at all or any other magical creature so that leaves us with plain old muggle, which doesn't explain how he got past the wards, or something we have never heard of." Ron said smugly.

"Ron that is, that is," I was shocked. Ron had used logic. Now Ron wasn't stupid. In fact I should have known by now and in fact did know but had forgotten, that Ron while not book smart like me, he was always a brilliant strategist. I just had never heard him explain something logically out loud. So logically in fact that it convinced me. He was right after all. I didn't know everything, much as I would like to believe. It was thoughts like the ones I had been having that had ended with me in a bathroom crying and then getting attacked by a troll Halloween first year.

I started blushing, "Thanks Ron."

"For what?" he asked surprised.,

"For bringing me back to reality again." I said. I then gave him a chaste kiss.

"Blimey Hermione. Remind me to do that again sometime." He started turning red as well.

I smiled at him, then turned back to the conversation that had still been going on as we had been conversing in whispers.

"She looked mad. As in crazy mad. Wild black hair and ink black eyes. She had the weirdest clothing that I've seen." The man, alien I corrected myself, who called himself that doctor was saying.

"Yeah that's the weirdest clothing you've ever seen." The woman, Clara, said sarcastically with an eye roll.

The doctor didn't seem to notice though as he went on. "She was wearing a black dress but it was ripped. She also had boots with heals. I mean who would wear heals. Most impractical. She cackled too. Utterly mad. I have met some mad people before, but she was really mad. As mad as Missy I would say, which makes it even more imperative that I find them. Those two together seem to be a combination that could prove to be a disaster, not just for me but for the entirety of both our realities."

He paused seeing the look on our faces, as I for one was shocked. No, but it couldn't be. She was at the final battle, wasn't she? I thought back. My face paled as I realized the truth of the matter. She hadn't been there. All the other death-eaters of the inner circle that we knew of had been there, but not her. I hadn't seen her and I didn't know of anyone else who had seen her since we had escaped from Malfoy Manor months before.

"Oh no." I said horrified, putting a hand to my mouth. "Oh no."

"What. Who is it?" He asked looking from person to person, finally settling on me.

"Miss Granger is it?" He asked grabbing me gently by the shoulders and looking into my face.

I nodded. "You need to tell me who it is."

"Bellatrix. Bellatrix Lestrange." I whimpered out.

"Uh oh." said Clara.

"The bat crazy right hand of old snake face?" he asked.

I nodded. That certainly was an accurate description of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Wait a minute. This is after Voldemort's death right? Today was the battle of Hogwarts where he and Harry faced off." We nodded to Clara's questions. "Well then I thought Molly Weasley killed her. She was supposed to have killed her today right before Harry killed Voldemort."

"Don't you see Clara." The doctor said, turning away from me and back to his friend. "This is a universe where the Harry Potter series actually happened, but not exactly."

"No, Doctor I don't see." Clara replied.

"Well the events would have happened the way the were written in the books up until Missy came in. Then her mere presence would have changed things. Clearly sometime within the last few months of this timeline, Missy showed up and her being here made it so that this Bellatrix Lestrange, did not accompany Voldemort today. She was not here, so she was not killed." The doctor explained to her and consequently the rest of us as well.

"But Doctor, what do we do now." Professor McGonagall asked. "I mean clearly if what you say could happen could actually happen, then we would want to help you in any way we can."

"Quite right." Spoke up Professor Flitwick.

"To help you though, we need to know how. So what do you need us to do?" She asked.

"Yes we need a plan. Step one: Find me. What do you know about this Bellatrix Lestrange's whereabouts?" The Doctor asked clearly curious.

I could tell that it was going to be another long night.

A/N Thanks for reading. This is unbetaed.