CHAPTER II

"My what? I'm not married! I'm not even 17 years old yet!" Harry was so confused! But the he looked at the room around him. Nothing looked familiar. Everything was foreign. There was a huge floor to ceiling sliding glass window the took you out to a porch that led to the ocean. It was a beautiful sight but it made no sense to Harry. Looked around the room some more. It had a huge bed, which looked very comfortable. There was a TV and over to the left side were a huge tub, a sink and mirror, and a door that led to a toilet and shower. To the right was the porch and TV and another door.

And at that very moment came in Ron and Hermione. But it wasn't them. No it was them but they looked different. They looked…..older. They looked in their early twenties. They had a few visible scars, and were clad in….bathrobes! If this was suppose to help Harry, it didn't. It only confused him more!

"Harry what's wrong?" Asked "Ron"

"Yes, we heard yelling! Tell us what's wrong" said "Hermione"

"Ron, Hermione! What is happening! And what are you two doing in nothing but bathrobes?!" Harry turned his wand on them. "Why do you look so different?"

"Different? Mate you just saw us a few hours ago! I don't think we could've changed much in our sleep!" Said Ron

"But you look older!" Hermione looked at Harry with a strange look.

"Harry….How old should we be? In fact how old are you?"

"You're suppose to be 17! As am I!" Everyone was silent for a few moments. All in much confusion. Finally, Nixxy spoke.

"Harry I want you to go to the mirror and look in it for me please." She spoke softly, her voice similar to sweet music to Harry.

"Why what's wrong?"

"Nothing just please go look in the mirror." Harry backed his way to the mirror. All the while facing them, walking backwards and pointing his wand at the ready. Harry looked to his left to face the mirror. What he saw shocked him more than anything else had so far. It was him, but his face was different with age. His cheeks had hollowed out some. His scar still there, but it too looked different. His hair was longer and as messy as ever. His nose had a ever so slight break mark on it. His eyes were deeper green than he ever remembered them being.

It was after this did Harry start to calm down. He looked over at his 'wife.' She was beautiful. Her hair was long and deep brown. It waved and curled some. No bangs, a little messy from sleep. Her body was an hour glass. Her breast, barely contained by her black tank top shirt were huge and full! Her shirt rode up slightly. She had only the tiniest bit of fat there, but somehow she worked it well. Her waist was small and her hips and ass were also full. Her sweat shorts showed off her great legs. But she too had scars. Her mouth full and red. But the thing Harry fell for the most were her eyes! Deep green, just like his. Except these had a small ring of brown around them, making them hazel. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to him at that very moment.

"Who are you?" She still looked hurt by his words. She walked over to him and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Phoenix Bonita Jesminder O'Shea Potter. And I'm your wife." She shook Harry's hand very formally, but Harry could tell she was about to cry.

"Hello Phoenix" Tears fell from her eyes at these words.

"You never call me that. You call me Nixxy." She ran from the room through the glass window and out to the beach.

"Oh Harry! What is the last thing you remember?" asked Hermione.

"Dumbledore's funeral"

"Oh" Said Ron "Then this would all be a shock to you. Come, sit man. I have a lot to explain to you. Hermione go after Nixxy." Both followed orders.

"What the fuck is going on Ron?"

"This is what has happened sense you went to sleep the night of the funeral…"