Chapter Eight ~ Mistletoe
The months had flown by, filled with laughs and tears, kisses and hugs, happiness and glorified new friendship. I was in bliss! No dream went on for months, so I knew for sure I was truly living at Hogwarts! I had originally been worried sick that one morning I would wake up in my hard bed at home, in cold New Zealand, with no life. Never had that happened though, every morning was the same. I would wake up in my dorm, smiling gleefully as I watched the red velvet hangings around my bed flap around in the wind. Hermione liked to open a window in the mornings. She said it made you wake up more refreshed and happy, well Hermione was on to something there. I was relieved to be living the life of a witch, it was better than I had ever imagined. Hermione was my best friend, along with Luna. Fred and George adored me and often joke that if Harry hadn't have gotten me first, they would have. I found it funny, Harry got jealous. Ah Harry, my hot, protective wizard. It still stuns me to think he is mine, and I his, I can barely contemplate why he would like me. I used to dream about him before we even met, I knew him so well, almost better than he knew himself. I also knew his future. Something I had never told him, but I'm sure he suspects it.
I was scared for my Harry, everything he was going to be put through. I could help them. Make them save the wizarding world faster, Fred wouldn't have to die, Neither would Lupin and Tonks. Or Sirius. These people could remain alive and grow old, and I could marry Harry. Ginny would find someone else, most likely Dean. I could save Harry so much pain and strife, I didn't want to see my baby go through all that was to come. But that would change everything, which would change the books, the movies. What was happening now, was it already all messed up? What had my being here done to J.'s magnificent work?