A/N: The Harry Potter books, world and characters belong to JKR. I take no credit for any repeated quote or event from the original source.

A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 7

Date: 21, December 2012 Entry Number: 242 Location: Russia, Novaya Zemlya

Hermione Granger hadn't had the best of life, and, in all honesty? Shed probably lived through one of the worst times possible. But she would swap it for anything in the world. Her first friend, that quickly became the world to her, had stuck with her through thick and thin, even when she had gone behind his back and told Minerva about the broomstick. He hadn't held it against her, though he had made it very clear that he was disappointed that she hadn't trusted him to listen to her.

That being said he had quickly forgiven her, probably more desperate for her company than she was his. She was more than well aware that he would pretty much let her get away with anything as long as it wasn't too dangerous.

On the other hand, meeting Dora had been a strange process of experiences. From the amusement of watching her squirm whenever she had to hide her identity to whenever she fell on top of Harry that both tried and failed to catch her in almost every occasion. She would be the first one to admit that she had an ever so slight Enforcing sadism tendency.

It had gotten weird when her two best friends had dated each other. She tried being happy for them, truly, she had. Continuously telling herself she saw them as siblings, and she would get used to it, she really had, but she didn't. She had felt out for the few months they had dated, and had been absolutely terrified when they'd both asked to speak with her privately. The thought that her jealousy had lost her both friendships had been one of her worst fears come true.

She had been so terrified, that when Dora explained that she had talked with Harry, and he had agreed with her that they wanted to try a three-way relationship with her. She'd been so socked, that for the first time she couldn't process the thought, or for that matter speak. She had simply nodded her head as she broke down in tears.

The following 14 years had gotten from bad to worse, but Hermione had not one, but two people that loved her in ways that her extensive vocabulary simply couldn't describe. Only the lost contact with her parents, which through those times meant almost certain death, had dampened her mood.
And now, here she was in Russia out of all places at a former nuclear testing site. They'd been making good progress, well, until everything went quite south. Harry's luck really was a terrifying force to reckon with.

"Venena Conscidisti!" Someone shouted as she just barely dodge the dark spell. Moving behind the column before returning an equally deadly spell.

Not hearing anyone approach she took a second rest as she recomposed herself. Studying everything that had occurred in the time span of ten minutes.

The three of them had been duelling Malfoy, Bellatrix and Riddle, the rest of the order taking on their forces. During the chaos of the collapsing enemy headquarters, Voldemort had fled as the two of them chased after him while Dora rapped things up with his death eaters.

She'd gotten separated from Harry when they run into a small group of death eaters, none particularly powerful, but neither particularly intelligent, which sometimes could be a deadly combination.

"Impedimenta" Harry cast as she sent her own spells, initiating a quick dual between both groups.

In the corner of her eye she spotted Harry sidestepping to the left as he petrified the last of the men in front of him. With only one left on her own. If only all their fights could be this easy then-.

"Bombarda Maxima!" He shouted just as her spell hit him in the chest. Oh come one! She mentally chastised herself as the spell hit the wall behind them. It only took her a second to register what happened as the wall started looking slightly damper.

Before she knew it Harry had shouted 'run' to her, following his order without a moment of hesitation as she saw small cracks starting to grow as water started leaking through, almost immediately she saw the water pressure from the sea start to enter the underground room as she run towards the stairs. The water level having already reached the bottom of her feet when she started running upwards.

And once she had reached the top of them, she had looked back to realise that they had gotten separated. Only the fact that she could feel his magic stopped her from running back down to check.

And now, here she was, duelling minor fry when he was probably fighting Riddle in Morgan knows what dangerous way.

"Kicking the door open when 'Alohomora' didn't so any sign to work, she was greeted with Voldemort just some few meters in front. Having just completed a demon summoning.

A level ten, of course. The one the books say to never summon. She both yelled and complained mentally.

"Hastam glacies" She vaguely heard Harry casting as he appeared from another of the many doors from the building. Riddle raised his wand, creating a shield of his own, recontinuing they dual as her conscience couldn't help but dread the red light that was emitted at roughly a kilometre from them on top of the snow of the island.

A loud road echoed through the land as a claw seemed to appear from the red nothingness, followed by a hand, then some sort of arm. A huge, demonic being of complete pitch black emerged. The only exception was the inside of its wing, blood red, and it's indescribable and unrecognisable facial features, emitting an ominous red of the same intensity.

She wasn't sure how, perhaps he had just realised that he had no control over it, but she had managed to hit him with Fiendfyre, hopefully making it painful before the now 1000 meter tall demon started going berserk. Trusting her lover to take care of Riddle she had used everything she had to bring the creature down.

Studying ways to defend from nuclear radiation had its advantages. And she had used them all. The Tsar Bomba theory that she had found days before had really helped. But she had gotten overconfident, as the demon screamed in agony in the magical cage, she felt, or rather, couldn't feel her left arm.

Adrenaline had clouded her mind, she was losing blood, and her wand had been lost somewhere as she fell to the ground. At least she had the pleasurable satisfaction to see the demon get torn to particles, the ugly scar she left on Riddles face, and her lover forcing the already exhausted Dark Lord to flee.

She could faintly hear their voices, Dora's and Harry's. The best part of her life for sure. Even better than books. Not that she would tell them of course, she had a reputation to uphold. She smiled softly as everything went pitch black.

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Hermione almost let out a scream as she jolted awake in her room. The oddity had confused her. The house had been destroyed in the early stages of the war, but it was definitely her room. Only that it wasn't. There were no photos of her two best friends hugging her. No photo of the end of her first year with her first friend. Only some few photos of her with her parents.

Thank Morgana for her need to write things down, since without them she wouldn't have a clue about what was happening. And she had figured it out. She was in the past, but at the same time, it wasn't their past. As she read through the diary, she found that there was no friendship between herself and Harry, since, in fact, Harry didn't exist.

Rose Potter was his very poor comparison of a substitute.

She had met Rose on the train, and Rose had been sorted in Ravenclaw. Interesting enough she had been as well. While she wasn't sure what had caused that change she was more interested to know how this had happened. But there was nothing. No friends, no lovers. And she had cried herself back to sleep.

Interacting with her parents had helped, shed sorely missed them. But it wasn't the same as Dora dragging her out of the library to do some new sport, or Harry and her coming up with some new interesting piece of magic. She snorted at that particular memory. It usually turned out to be an impossible aspect of ancient magic that ignored all laws.

And wasn't that a sweet number of memories. The reconstruction of Yamato had been one of their greatest achievements. It has taken almost half a month to pull it out of the sea and then reconstruct it to the point that it could be sued. Joining the two halves together hadn't been particularly difficult, no, it had been having to reconstruct the more detailed parts, such as the main gun and don't even get her started with the inside! They'd ended up using a half falling apart ship which they worked on whenever they had the time to. Even using the remains of Mushashi in the Sibuyan Sea. Almost an eight months later they had completed the work, the beautiful mother of ships as Dora called it.

Honestly? Right now, if she had the money, she could probably do it between two to three months. It had been the need to scavenge through what little was left of Japan that had caused the construction to take so long. That, and the need to actually learn how to build one. It was times like those she thanked God for giving her an Eidetic memory.

Of course, there was also the creation of Virtuous Oath and the wards protecting them from radiation. But neither had been so demanding on her, and it had brought a sense of satisfaction to her.

So she had spent the month drifting around her parent house, going through the many fond memories and trying to forget that she now had to go through puberty again, up to the point where she was on the train. She was heading to the bathroom to get change when she came to a sudden stop. The magic, while incredibly well hidden, was something she could never forget. Practically running in the direction her magic told her so she slammed the door open.

It wasn't the beautiful and annoying bird sitting next to the girl that had given it away. It wasn't even the exact same taste Harry had sown when they'd forced him to try being a girl. For that matter, while encouraging. It wasn't the sketches of Yamato that the girl was drawing. It was the way she held herself, using her knees to sketch, biting her lip while she tried to figure something out that was getting on her nerves. But most importantly, it was the way she looked at her that only Harry had been able to do.

She could have reacted many ways, but the Darkest Lady of the three had her pride to keep, so instead, she tried joking. "I knew you'd make a great girl, Harry!" It came out as a slight choke, but the girl in front of her hardly seemed to pay that attention to that detail.

"Mione?" He whispered, almost as if he was seeing a goddess. Not that he wasn't, but she would have preferred goddess of magic, or perhaps goddess of Law, or something intimidating instead of out of love. But she simply nodded, not fully aware of herself. Who was she kidding? She honestly thought she'd never see him again.

It was obvious he- err, she had had the same line of thought. Had he actually enjoyed the Polyjuice experiments? While she didn't mind if he did, seeing him squirm in the body of the opposite gender had been half the fun for her Sadistic tendencies. But that thought of line was broken when the notebook went flying and she was engulfed by a slightly smaller girl crying on top of her.

Not that she could use it as blackmail, she was crying as well returning the hug just as tightly.

"H-how are you..." She started speaking almost incoherently.

"In this world? I have no idea." She said slightly annoyed of having to admit that fact. Not so male Harry let out a chuckle, knowing full well what she was thinking.

"Morgana, I never thought I'd be able to hold you again." He murmured causing Hermione to tighten her grip around him, not licking the thought any more than he did.

"Not that I'm complaining, since you quite smooth on the eye, but I'm interested in knowing what happened to you gender young lady." Hermione said in a slight joking manner. He reacted differently than what she expected. Instead of the blushing mess he usually was it was a sad, very affectionate smile he flashed her.

She hadn't realised it at first, but he was slightly different. Mature maybe? No, he had always been mature. Wiser? No that wasn't it either. She examined him, and apart from his body, there wasn't any difference she could note. Until she looked at him in the eye.

Old. He seemed older. Not that she cared about age, since Dora had been years older than her, but she couldn't help but worry about that though. She assumed that, since he was here, that he had died not long after she had. But what if...?

"Harry?" She asked tentatively as he hummed in response. "How long has it been since I died?" Before she even finest the sentence he tensed up.

"I was wondering when you'd ask that." He said in a quiet tone. "You died on the 21st of December, 2012. Interesting date by the way." He commented as she snorted in amusement. "I died a day after I got Riddle." She held his hand tightly, not licking where the conversation. "I died the 31 of October in 2028"

"I'm so sorry." She said as she held him tightly." I left you for 16 years because I was careless."

"No, you don't need to apologise. You here with me now. That is more than enough."

"Always the Virtuoso one." She chastised him affectionately. "Harry?" She said as he hummed in response. "Are you going to tell me why your chest is soft?" She asked again in amusement as he became a blushing mess. .Planed!

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"Another Harry effect it is." Mione groaned as she leaned back onto her seat.

"Sorry." He commented good naturally in amusement as she snorted.

"So, what's the plan from here onwards?" She asked sitting up straight. Still massaging her templates.

"Since you were sorted into Ravenclaw, that actually makes it easier." He said as she nodded. "How do the dorm's work anyway?"

"We can share. This Hermione was as bad as I was at the start of the first year. Practically no one talked to her, so she had her own room." She commented, not missing the pained look the adorable creature that just happened to be her lover flashed her.

He nodded thoughtfully. "I already started building up an alliance with the goblins and Amelia. Which means all that's left is for us to make a clear impression at Hogwarts and build up resources." He said as she nodded in understanding.

"What do we do about Crouch Junior?" She asked already expecting the answer.

"For now we leave him. If he disappears, Riddle would probably panic and appear earlier than what we expecting. The sad fact of the matter is that we aren't ready for a full out confrontation." He explained. She could only nod, having reached the same conclusion.

"Harry?" She asked as he hummed questioningly. "If you here, do you think Dora could be as well?" She continued immediately feeling her lover tense and look at her in the eye thoughtfully.

"It's...not impossible." He finally commented as she nodded. Leaving the compartment in silence as they enjoyed each other's comfort.

While a wishful thought, she wasn't sure what she would do either if she met with a Nymphadora that didn't recognise her.

"I can she Hogsmeade." She commented slightly excitedly. She hadn't seen the magical village untouched by the war for years, and that, at least for her, cheered her up.

"I've missed this sight." He said as they both saw the town lights from the village.

"I know." She said as she gently kissed him...or rather her on the lips. Merlin how much she'd missed this.

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Harry walked into the hall following slightly behind the tiny first year's that only seemed younger due to his mental age. Stopping behind them leaving some distance as Aunty Minerva...no, Professor McGonagall began to call their names one by one. He needed to get back into that habit before something awkward was said. Slightly uncomfortable with the number of eyes on him. But a month ago, the people in here was almost ten times that had been on the planet, if not more. It was a strange sight to get used to. A quick glance at Mione and he could tell that she was slightly uncomfortable as well, especially seeing how she sat alone.

Unlike in his youth, he could tell the difference between each professor. Filius was...argh! Professor Flitwick's gaze that could be mistaken as curiosity and excitement, held a hidden amount of analytical observation. More than not at the level of a warrior that was studying potential allays and foes.

Minerva was the same stoic self as she had always been, though he could now see a slight level of annoyance from the way she moved. She had confessed that while she had always enjoyed seeing new students, the shorting had always been her job, which required her to stand up for sometimes over half an hour.

Severus Snape sat slightly at the edge, what most would think was a cold and bored glare, was actually an incredibly analytical mind that was carefully studying every one student that sat at the stall. Even after all these year's, Harry hadn't been able to figure out on whose side he was. There was a chance that he had only been obsessed with his mother, and he hadn't cared for James or his death, but on the other, there was a chance that he really had loved her. And hadn't he protected him? Even to his death, he hadn't told a soul about the Hoxcrusis. At the very least Harry was sure the other world Snape had hated Riddle, so there was a high chance this one did as well.

Professor Sprout sat near Severus much more excited for the shorting than most that were present. While he had liked the kind motherly teacher, he had hardly had the chance to know her. She had stood her ground as Hogwarts fall, buying time for the students to flee, taking down Death Eaters before retreating into the tallest towers before completely burning it, leaving but slight ruins. Not a suicide attempt as it was a sacrifice, since she had destroyed the book of accepting students that would have given away every location of every muggle born and half-blood under the age of eleven.

Bathsheda Babbling was also present. The second youngest of the teachers, who had been an amazing teacher during his OWL's and NEWT's. He wasn't sure what had happened to her after the fall of Hogwarts. But she had probably gone down with an explosion. As he had found out in his seventh year, she was obsessed with those. They had started to form a friendship of shorts as she taught the trio everything she knew about wards to protect Hogwarts. At that point, everyone had bet every one of their hopes on Harry to rid them of Riddle, only that she, unlike most, had done what she could to help by teaching him.

But the one that really pulled his attention was the muggle studies professor. Lily Evans, once known as Lady Potter. She was slightly older, but just as beautiful as her pictures in his photo album, but more than anything she looked incredibly stressed out. Excluding the fact that she probably thought Sirius was after her daughter, there was probably the fact that she was a single mother raising her daughter while being a full-time teacher. When he got his hands on Remus...

Snapping Mione's sadistic influence of him he observed the man he had once loved and admired, Professor Albus Dumbledore, who really fitted the kind, happy go lucky grandfather, that he had loved. Dumbledore stood as the hall quieted, smiling kindly as he spoke up.

"Unlike most years, in this one, we also have a transfer student, who elected to transfer from being home-schooled to enrolling into Hogwarts to continue his education. Please give a warm round of applause to Violet Ravenclaw!" He announced loudly as Harry walked towards the stall.

He suppressed a snort as Filius looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Not that he was worried. The charms professor had reacted very similarly when they'd found out last time as well. Ignoring the not discrete whispers as she sat down, she felt the hat fall into place on her head.

"You know? I did not enjoy being burn to a crisp." The hat commented as Harry blinked in surprise.

"What? You read through all of that already?" Harry said in surprise remembering the poor hats unfortunate end.

"No. I work as a reflective form of your conscious. The more clever ones allow me, in change, to be more clever. In gaming terms, I'm a console and you just inserted the saved file." The Hat explained as Harry nodded after a second.

"Sorry about that" He apologised sincerely. He really had missed their conversations.

"Second thoughts? I don't regret being burnt, what came afterwards was actually a nightmare...Good heavens child, how are you still sane?!" The hat mentally shouted as he shrugged.

"Occlumency and the power of love?" He said slightly seriously. Since it was the truth. The only reason he had kept fighting was because he couldn't let everyone's death be in vain.

"I sense a slight taunt towards the old man behind us, but never mind, I did miss our conversations. Can you believe that the headmaster's only put me on once when they're promoted and then put me on a shelf? A SHELF?!" The hat said irritated as Harry mentally chuckled.

"Tell you what. Whenever you know Dumbledore isn't going to be for a while call for Hedwig, as long as we in the castle and she's not delivering a letter we can have a conversation. I have two years of extra knowledge to tell." He said almost feeling the hat bouncing from excitement.

"Well, that being that, there really isn't any question where you should be, is there? RAVENCLAW!" The hat roared as the blue and silvered house rose up in cheers.

There really hadn't been a question about it, had there? Sure, he hadn't been much for studying when he had arrived, but Hermione had shorted that out quite neatly for him, and he would be eternally grateful for that. He mentally sighed at the number of people staring at him. -At least it won't be at the level of boy-who lived.- He mentally thought as his robes changed to their blue and silver. As he walked down the table he momentarily caught his breath when their equally brilliant green meet each other, a second later being cut off as they both moved their eyes. A sense of familiarity had flowed over him, and it probably had been the same for Rose, who looked almost identical to her mother excluding her red hair for that of raven black.

"Welcome to the nest of the wise" Mione said winking at him slightly suggestively.

"As if Id go anywhere else when your here." He whispered back sitting next to her. Not missing the put of looks the rest of the student's whore.
Mione ignored it as she smiled brightly, and Morgana, how he had missed that smile. "So, much mischief tonight?" She asked just as suggestively as he returned the smile.

"Only as many rules as we can break. We are, after all, members of a corrupt society." He said winking back as she giggled. Both ignoring the announcement that took place before the food appeared before them.

It was good to be back at Hogwarts.

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Spell dictionary:

"Venena Conscidisti" ~ Poisonous Cut ~ A cutting spell coated with a slightly potent venom.
"Hastam Glacies" ~ Ice Spear ~ A projectile in the shape of a spear formed from ice. (Works best in cold temperatures)

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So yeah.

Finally getting to the Hogwarts part witch will become more interesting. Maybe? Honestly have no idea.

This is mostly at the moment ideas, witch is why it may sometimes seem slightly random. I tried to cover those up with some plot or what not but yeah...

On another note I feel that I should apologise for the grammar issues that keeps popping up here. While I am English I wasn't raised with it being my first language, and such the issue. I mean, I check by using Grammarly, and then I use the auto correct on , but as you all realised that sometimes simply changes words incorrectly.

As for Yamato? Well, dragging it out with MAGIC! isn't much of an issue, and as for repairs, well. Harry is kind of rich so... Anyway. The reason they use Yamato in the future is because Japan is mostly destroyed and unrecognisable by the time Mad-eye comes up with the idea. And thus, they use a sunken ship witch is repaired through magic.

Honestly? Yamato is just a fun idea I'm playing with. I mean, a Veela, King of the Goblins, a paranoid mad-eye, Luna, McGonagall, Flitwick, intelligent Harry and a slightly dark and genius Hermione working on it? It was a strange combinations of strange magics that made on hell of a powerful battleship.

The reason Harry pulls out Yamato now is simply because it's important to him. It was his home for 12 years until it was sunk again during the end of the war, and they numbers were so small that repairing it was pointless.

Think of it this way, Harry's first home was Godric's Hollow, it was destroyed and he doesn't even remember, Dursleys the really isn't any need to comment. Hogwarts was lost for a major part of the war, and then he died. Now, Godric's Hollow is still destroyed, but taking it back when it legally doesn't belong to him would raise lodes of questions, and Hogwarts, while standing, isn't somewhere he can actually call home and actually live in during summer.

I'm getting slightly passionate. The point is, Yamato was redesigned, yes, it can be classified as a weapon of mass destruction, but it's the only place that Harry can call his home. And this Harry (Violet) values the idea of family and home more than anything, witch is why he's going through all the effort of protecting Lily and Rose even thought they haven't actually met.

Cant think of anything else to say about this chapter...oh, sorry about the cliff-hanger. It was an accident, kind of. I was going to continue the story, but I needed to study, and it some how ended up getting cut there, sorry. Ill use that to point out that this, more than anything, is my way of coping with my studies, witch is why It probably isn't being written at the best it could be. I may end up re-editing the wording and spelling at some point, but definitely not any time soon.

So with that being said, thanks for reading, and Ill see you in the next chapter. Cyao!