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Emma came round to find herself lying on a bed covered in cool lined sheets

Emma came round to find herself lying on a bed covered in cool linen sheets. She could hear voices around her but kept her eyes shut until she felt settled. She thought she could remember what had happened this morning, and still tried to rationalise it as an acting exercise that had gone wrong.

She opened her eyes to find Maggie and Gemma Jones, dressed as Madame Pomfrey, looking at her.

'Good, you're back Miss Granger' said Gemma, kindly. 'I suppose you skipped breakfast this morning? How many times to I have to tell you girls that a good breakfast is more important than …'

'Oh please stop. I still don't feel great. Anyway, I did have breakfast.'

'Of course' said Maggie, slowly 'there are other reasons girls occasionally pass out.'

'She isn't, I checked' said Gemma, briskly. 'I doubted that would be the case here anyway, not this one.' She looked back to the girl. 'You've been given the all clear. Mr Potter is here and will look after you. I recommend you miss lessons for the rest of the morning, and this afternoon if you wish. Make sure you eat a good lunch.'

'Thank you, I'll do that.' She was still a pro. She looked round to see Dan staring at her and crossed over to him. 'Hi! Can we just go somewhere quiet for a while?'

He studied her closely then said, in an overly casual way 'Fine. We'll head back to the Common Room, shall we?' She nodded.

He led her down corridors and around corners. Emma was just thinking how big this new set was when, as they passed an empty room, Dan suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her inside, slamming her against a wall.

'What the bloody hell are you doing?' she yelled, but found a stick pointing at her face.

'What have you done with her? Where is she?'

'What?'

He grabbed her arm roughly and shook her. 'Tell me! I'll hurt you if I have to, and if you've harmed her I'll kill you!'

She screamed, and heard the door bang open and saw Maggie stride in.

'Mr Potter! What on Earth…?' There was another bang and the stick flew out of his hand.

'She's an impostor, Professor. This isn't Hermione!'

'Don't be ridiculous.'

'She is! You saw the way she was acting this morning, and she agreed to miss lessons; Hermione would never do that. Then I said I'd take her back to the Common Room. She didn't know it was out of use, and didn't ask where we were going when I took her the wrong way. It must be Polyjuice; I didn't think they'd be stupid enough to try that again.'

Emma's head was spinning. What the hell was going on here? Now Maggie was pointing a stick at her.

'Who are you?'

'Oh pack it in will you? I'm feeling crap. Just leave me alone!'

'Pick up your wand, Potter. We'll take our "guest" to see the Headmaster.' McGonagall turned to Emma. 'There will be two wands pointing at your back, so I would suggest you do not try anything stupid.'

'Oh, please do' said Harry. 'Just give me the excuse.'

'I'm calling my agent! I don't know what's going on here, but I'm getting sick of it. Where's David? I want to see David NOW!' She actually stamped her foot.

'Just move.' With that she was shoved out of the door and marched down the corridor, Harry gripping her arm and dragging her along. Eventually they came to a gargoyle. 'Sherbert Lemons!'

-o0o-

The door swung open and a revolving spiral staircase was revealed. She was pushed on to it and at the top was taken through a door into a room that looked surprisingly similar. There, behind a desk and dressed as Albus Dumbledore sat…Richard Harris. She felt her knees buckle, and it was lucky she was pushed into a chair at that point.

He looked up. 'Minerva? Is something the matter?'

'We think we may have an impostor, Albus. Potter realised it.'

The Headmaster came round from his desk and looked at Emma. 'Well?'

'But…but…no, you're…dead!'

'Obviously not, or has your plan gone somewhat awry? Who are you?'

'Look', said Emma, 'I don't know what's going on here, but I'm getting sick of it. It's all gone too far and I want some proper medical attention. Now!'

'I will ask you once more, who are you? What is your real name?'

'You know who I am! You all do! Now tell me what's going on!'

'You can choose to assist us, or you can be forced. What is your name? '

Emma folded her arms across her chest. 'Alright, I'll play your stupid games, but I'm telling you I'm going to kick up a stink about this to David.' She huffed, 'I'm Hermione Granger, 6th Year Gryffindor.'

'Your real name.' His eyes suddenly darkened, and for some reason she felt afraid.

'Emma Watson.'

'Thank you. You are not known to me. Who are you?'

'What's happening, please?' Emma's voice had suddenly become very small, and she could feel herself shaking.

'Tell me who you are, Emma Watson.'

'I'm…an actress. I appear in films about Harry Potter. I play Hermione Granger.'

There was a moment's silence, and then all hell broke loose. 'She's what?' 'Come on, Professor! Let me have a go, what have they done with Hermione?'

'SILENCE!' The old man looked back at the girl, as if considering her. 'An actress, you say? Well, that is easy enough.' He moved over to a desk, returning with a large stone bowl. 'Do you recognise this?'

She felt herself nodding. 'It's a pensieve.'

'A pensift. But close enough. You know what it does?'

'It allows you to see people's memories. Please, what's happening? Is all this real?'

'Ah, reality. Why do people always want to know what reality is? I should soon be able to answer all our questions. May I?' He held up his wand and put it to her head. 'This will not hurt you.'

Emma felt a strange sensation, it was rather like having dental floss used inside her head, but it did not hurt. The fine silvery thread was placed into the pensift where it swirled and glowed.

'Now, Harry, would you care to join me? This could be very interesting. Minerva, will you look after our visitor?'

With that the two men dipped their faces into the bowl.

-o0o-

They arrived in the middle of a very large crowd indeed, most appeared to be children and teenagers who were making a terrific din. Despite the number of people pressing in on them, Harry and Dumbledore made their way to the front quite easily. There they came upon some metal barriers which separated the crowd from a carpeted walkway.

To their right was a large group of men, all holding cameras, which were flashing away on a regular basis. Harry suddenly grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

'Professor, look! There's Hermione!' It was Hermione as he had never seen her before, though. She was wearing a midnight blue dress that was very off the shoulder, and above her knees. She actually had rather high heeled shoes on. All around the crowd were shouting out 'Emma!' and the cameras flashed even harder than before. She was smiling and waving and looked quite stunning.

'I think that is our visitor, Harry. And look, here you come!'

Harry had to look twice. It was a strange sensation to see yourself walking towards you, albeit not wearing glasses – and without a scar. Harry thought he looked quite fetching in a dark suit and blue tie. His hair wasn't sticking up either. The girls in the crowd were screaming now, and Harry felt himself blush.

'Where are we, Professor?'

'I think, Harry, it is Leicester Square in London, at one of the films she was talking about. Look.' He directed Harry's gaze to the front on the huge building next to them. There, bathed in floodlights he could easily see:

LONDON WELCOMES THE WORLD TO THE PREMIERE OF

HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX

Underneath they could see, in only slightly smaller writing, the one name they recognised – Emma Watson.

'We have seen enough' said Dumbledore, 'let us return.'

-o0o-

Emma was sat by Harry, clasping a cup of tea, whilst the people she now knew to be Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall conferred in the far corner of his office. She still felt stunned and disorientated.

'So, you're really Harry Potter?'

'That's my name. I'm not too sure about the "really" bit. I'm just a figment of somebody's imagination, aren't I?'

'What's real? I don't know anymore. You're here, living and breathing. Unless I'm dreaming it all, and I don't think I am.'

'And you're an actress, and really famous. What's that like?'

'You're famous, too.'

'I don't get girls screaming at me in the street, though. Unfortunately.'

They both smiled. 'It's fun, and I get invited to lots of nice things and travel a lot. I still go to my old school, though, and I've got real friends there. That's important to me. I'm still just Emma.'

'Yeah, I'm still just Harry, despite everything.' He was silent for a while, trying to organise his next sentence. 'How does it…Do you…What's the end of the story?'

She reached out and squeezed his hand. 'You come through it. You kill Voldemort.'

He looked at her in wonderment. 'I do?' Then his face fell. 'That's the end, no more?'

'No, the story carries on. You…you marry Ginny, and you have children, three of them; James, Albus and Lily.'

His eyes suddenly became very bright and he had to look away. 'I have a family? I'm happy? What about you…Hermione and Ron?'

She smiled now. 'They get married, to each other. A girl, Rose, and a boy, Hugo' she answered his question before he asked it. 'We…' she laughed 'You all seem to be happy at the end. The final words are "All was well".'

He looked away and sighed. 'Where do you think she is?'

'She's probably where I should be, making a film. You miss her, don't you?'

He nodded. 'I sort of need her around. She's like …I don't know.'

'Your rock?'

'Yeah, that's it. I can depend on her, she looks after me. She's the real hero, not me.'

'I know. She'll be alright; she's smart. I wish I could meet her, I'd like that. She's probably better off than me at the moment. I don't know anything about your world, not really, and I can't do magic. At least she's in the Muggle world.'

Harry looked at her. 'The what?'

'Muggle. Isn't that what you call non-magical people?'

'Mubblul. That's where "mudblood" came from, I suppose. I just hope she's OK.'