I don't own GWTW or Harry Potter.

She was all set, except for what she would be wearing. No way would she relent to dressing in traditional 1870's dress in order to blend in. She wasn't expecting anyone to see her. She drifted over to her wardrobe of jumpsuits made of the finest, state of the art material. She'd purchased many of them at the Lunar Plaza Mall on her last stop at the space station. She decided to go with a green one, because the green would complement her eyes.

Once she put the outfit on, she moved in front of her three way mirror and admired her reflection. The jumpsuit fit like a glove. It was skintight, like all of the others in her closet. In this life, Jincy was a rare, striking beauty. Her parents had been from very diverse backgrounds, and as a result, Jincy had flawless skin the color of honey, long, silky dark hair, full red lips and hazel eyes. At 5'11", she was statuesque, and with her height and looks, she was the woman who owned a room when she walked into it. Full breasts, a tiny waist, and legs for days and days, and you had Jincy…the epitome of a 2050's model woman. Even at fifty years old, she could still turn the men's heads. Her years of living in space with its lack of gravity gave her the smooth skin of a woman many years younger. Yet, she had the wisdom and experience of a woman her age.

Everything was ready. She knew precisely the date and time she would travel back to. She had to go at nighttime, when they would both be asleep. Talking to those two when they were awake would be impossible. They were both stubborn and headstrong, and would never believe her if she tried to reason with them. No, the only way to get through to Scarlett and Rhett was to talk to them while they were asleep.

Luckily, she still had the pills she'd purchased years ago from a little shop in Diagon Alley that would help her reach her destination. She laughed to herself when she thought about books written about time travel, that they would usually involve a time machine. There were no such things as time machines! Time travel was just a state of mind. If one had a gift, it was possible with the right degree of concentration, and the time travel pills, with their relaxing effects, definitely helped.

Her flight kit on her back, Jincy swallowed two pills, and concentrated. Just as she was starting to fade away, Beasley grabbed onto her and buried his head on her chest. "Don't worry, Beasley! I'll be back before you know it. I'll need you to hold down the ship while I'm gone. You can do that can't you?" Reluctantly, Beasley nodded his head and released his paws from around her neck. "I'll be fine, I promise!" Jincy said, and then closed her eyes again and concentrated. And in just a few seconds, she went from one world to quite another.

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When she opened her eyes and found herself in the parlor of Rhett's mother's house in Charleston, she quietly rejoiced -- it worked…hooray! Carefully, she made her way up the stairs and towards the door to what she knew was the bedroom where Rhett was sleeping. She slowly pushed the door open and made her way into the room. In no way was she prepared for what she saw.

Lying on his stomach with just a sheet to cover him from the waist down was the sleeping Rhett Butler. GOD was he ripped! The muscles in his back and shoulders were so well defined, and his arms, which were positioned partly on top of his pillow, had biceps and triceps as she'd never seen before, even in their current state of relaxation. His deeply tanned skin contrasted with the whiteness of the sheets. When he moved slightly, Jincy stifled a gasp, but a startled breath still escaped her throat, and this caused Rhett to wake. He blinked his eyes open, and turned around on his back, then sat straight up and looked curiously at Jincy.

Oh no! This was terrible! She was supposed to talk to him while he was asleep! Now how would she explain herself? But just as she was having these thoughts, she shrieked aloud and covered her mouth as her eyes once again took in Rhett's form. He was like a Greek god! His brown chest was powerful, covered in a mass of black hair, and his waist was tight and narrow. The sheet fell just below his hip bones, giving Jincy a view of six pack abs. Oh! That meant that he had no bottoms on…he was naked! She was standing in front of a naked Rhett Butler! Oh, but they didn't make men like this anymore! She could tell his body was a result of superior genes and physical exercise that came from life's experiences…not by lifting weights in a gym, like so many narcissistic men in the 21st century did. Hold on to yourself, girl, Jincy told herself. Remember why you're here…why you came all this way.

"Who, pray tell, are you?" Rhett asked as he continued to stare at Jincy, his eyes raking her figure. He's undressing me with his eyes! Jincy thought as she stared back at him. He's the naked one, and it's me who feels undressed! But how would she respond to him? How could she communicate with him without raising questions that would be nearly impossible to answer? Luckily, Rhett unwittingly provided a solution.

"I've dreamed of beautiful women before, but you…you're somehow different from the lot."

"Yes!" Jincy said, relieved. "You're dreaming! You created me in your sleep."

"Well, then," Rhett said smiling, as he reclined against the pillows with his hands clasped behind his head. "I guess I'll just lay back and enjoy my creation."

He certainly is a cocky one…and a challenge, Jincy thought. Well, to hell with it. She might as well stop hesitating and just come out with it. "There's something you need to need to know about Scarlett. She loves you, but she doesn't know it yet. And if you don't realize that soon and stop hiding your feelings for her, it will be tragic."

At the mention of Scarlett, Rhett removed his hands from behind his head and leaned forward. "How could you know the inner workings of my wife?" he asked, suddenly serious.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me, so just trust that I do."

Rhett folded his arms but stayed leaning forward. "As charming as your suggestion is that Scarlett harbors a secret love for me, so secret that she, herself, is not privy to that sacred sentiment, I believe I have greater knowledge that she loves Ashley Wilkes."

"No…she doesn't! She only thinks she does. You see, she's just holding onto a feeling she's had since she was a young girl. It's just a habit she's yet to let go of. You know how Scarlett is…she doesn't understand the complexities of mind, not even her own. But you…you do understand her. You have to somehow make her realize that she doesn't love Ashley. You have to let down your guard and let her see how much you love her. And I promise she'll come around to you."

Rhett let out a cynical laugh. "I'm afraid I won't be persuaded to let Scarlett O'Hara sharpen her pretty claws on my heart by confessing my undying love for her. I have a keen interest in protecting my vanity from further wrath of that green-eyed vixen."

"Then you're a fool! And a coward!" cried Jincy. "And you're just as stubborn and bull-headed as your wife!" She felt like she was taking a gamble speaking to Rhett this way, but she only had one chance to possibly make things right. She continued on. "How has this been working for you? How has concealing your true feelings for her helped your situation? Tell her, Rhett! Take the plunge…let her know that you love her.

Jincy expected a mocking reply, but surprisingly, she didn't get it. Instead, Rhett gave her an admiring look. "You really are a modern woman, aren't you? You're not afraid to say what's on your mind, that's certain, and it's very refreshing." He smiled at her appreciatively.

"Well, think about what I said, then." Jincy started to turn toward the door.

"I guess all good things must come to an end, and this dream is no exception," Rhett said, yawning. "But know that you are more than welcome to visit me in my dreams any night," he smiled wickedly.

As she made her way to the door, Jincy could feel Rhett's eyes staring holes in her. He's checking out my ass, she smiled to herself. I still got it.

Next stop was on the other end of the hall. Bonnie's room was next to Mrs. Eleanore's. She walked over to the child who was sound asleep. "Hello, sweetheart."

"Hewwo," Bonny whispered back in her sleep with her baby voice.

"I have something to tell you, precious. Your daddy loves you very much, and he'll do anything to make you happy. I know you know that, but do you know something else? He's going to get you a pony."

"A pony! Oh, boy!"

"But listen to me carefully, precious. When you ride that pony, you mustn't let him jump. Do you understand?"

"Why?"

"Because the pony's legs will be too short for jumps. Maybe when you are older, like when you are six years old, you can make small jumps with him. But for now, you must promise me that you won't jump, or else, your daddy will not get you the pony." Well, that was a little white lie, but it was for a very good reason, so that made it okay. "Do you promise?"

"I pwomise," Bonnie said sleepily.

"Good girl," Jincy said, smoothing Bonnie's hair. Children were so cooperative and trusting. They had yet to be affected by life.

But as she walked down the stairs back down to the parlor, Jincy knew that her most difficult task was yet to come. She had to talk some sense into the stubborn and headstrong Scarlett O'Hara.

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The trip to Atlanta lasted exactly 45 seconds. The flight kit she wore on her back was primarily a flying device, and the speed of the flight allowed her to arrive at the front of the huge mansion without being noticed. She opened the heavy front door (which she correctly assumed was rarely locked), and headed on to Scarlett's gaudily decorated bedroom. She was beginning to breathe a sigh of relief, when she heard a shrill voice cry out, "Who's there?"

She recognized the voice right away as being Scarlett's. Why, oh why did she have to be awake at this hour! Jincy quickly let herself into Scarlett's bedroom and shut the door before she called out again and possibly woke the whole household.

"It's just me, Mammy Jincy." Jincy knew of no other way to greet Scarlett now that she was already awake, so she chose the direct approach.

"Mammy Jincy? The Wilkes' old mammy?" Scarlett didn't quite believe it, but she thought she recognized something familiar with the woman. What it was that was familiar, she had no idea. "But…you don't look like her!"

"People seldom look the same in dreams, Dear," Jincy said, deciding to use the dream bit on Scarlett as she did with Rhett.

"So, I'm dreaming?" Scarlett didn't feel like she was dreaming. She felt wide awake, in fact. But she knew from past experience that she was prone to dreaming very vividly. The dream of her ancestors' encouragement after she returned to Tara during the war seemed very real. And, there was no denying her dreams of being cold and hungry while running in the mist had an eerie reality to them.

"Yes, you're dreaming. I'm appearing to you in your dream, Scarlett, to give you some important advice. You need to let go of Ashley Wilkes, and realize that it's Rhett that you love."

Scarlett sat up in her bed and thrust out her lip. Dream or no dream, what right did this woman have to tell her what to do?

"Wipe that impudent look off your face, Missy! For once in your life, think honestly about your feelings!" Jincy felt like taking hold of her shoulders and shaking her like she wished she'd done so many years ago back in her first life when Scarlett was fifteen.

Scarlett stared at her as if she were the most obnoxious person she'd ever met. But, she grudgingly listened to this woman in her dreams proclaiming to be Mammy Jincy.

Jincy knew she had to keep things simple with Scarlett, and make her think with her gut. "Remember when you met Ashley at the mill the day of his birthday party? How did that make you feel? Did you feel mad, passionate love for him then?"

Putting her judgment of Mammy Jincy's presumptuous behavior aside, Scarlett grudgingly admitted to herself that Ashley's touch hadn't sparked any emotion within her except that of friendship.

"And later, when Rhett carried you up the stairs, why do you think you…enjoyed that night so much? Could it be that you perhaps love him?"

Scarlett's jaw dropped wide open and was about to issue an angry retort at Mammy Jincy's rude brazenness, when she stopped herself, and thought for a moment.

Jincy, reading her mind, answered the question before Scarlett could. "See, you do love him! And guess what, he loves you too, but he'd rather die than tell you, because he knows you'd use his love against him."

Scarlett answered quickly this time. "Oh, Rhett doesn't love me, he just 'wants' me."

"Ha! That's where you're wrong, my dear. Do you think Rhett would have married a woman he didn't love?" Scarlett's slanted brows came together as if contemplating this idea, and before she could answer, Jincy headed towards the door, thinking that she'd better get out of there while she was slightly ahead.

"You chew on that for awhile. And when Rhett does come back home, PLEASE greet him with some semblance of wifely affection."

Racing down the stairs and out of the front door, Jincy prepared herself for the trip back to 2050. She'd done all she could to fix the lives of the Butler's. Now it was all in their hands.

TBC very soon…