AN: Again with the things that won't leave me alone. And this makes much less sense than anything else I've ever posted. This takes place during the summer after fourth year, and should probably be considered AU, due to the aforementioned lack of sense.

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Harriet Potter, dressed in fully Muggle attire, stepped off a Muggle bus into an equally Muggle suburb and looked around, trying to find her destination.

This was not how she had expected her day to go. But, she had received word of something she needed to see in person. So, here she was, fairly lost in the suburbs of London, with only an address and a picture of her destination to go by.

Definitely not how she expected her day to go.

After ten minutes of wandering in what she learned was the wrong direction, a brief conversation with a rather friendly jogger, and fifteen more minutes of walking, Harriet arrived at her destination. Following the instructions in the letter, she bypassed the front door entirely, and headed to the detached garage.

The door, she found, was locked. However, any attempts at knocking were going unanswered.

Tempted as she was to simply cast an Unlocking Charm, Harriet instead reached into her satchel and removed a pair of bobby pins. She hadn't picked a lock the Muggle way for some time, and there was no used in letting the skill go unpracticed.

Two minutes later, the lock clicked open and the door swung inward. Harriet also realized why knocking on the door wasn't working.

Wincing slightly against the noise, Harriet walked to the back wall, and pressed pause on the stereo.

Surprised by the sudden quiet, Hermione Granger spun from where she was working, only to find Harriet Potter standing by the stereo, arms folded, and an eyebrow raised.

More than slightly mortified, Hermione opened her mouth to explain, but the potion she was working on chose that moment to explode.

Luckily for her, Harriet had seen her fair share of exploding potions, most of them curtesy of Longbottom or Ronald Weasley, and reacted in time by placing a domed shield over the cauldron.

Judging by the way the angry red potion was both eating through the stainless steel table and setting it on fire, Harriet realized she had likely just saved Hermione a trip to St. Mungo's, if not her life. Another flick of her wand vanished the potion, and a third extinguished the flames.

Hermione, for her part, looked equal parts embarrassed and crestfallen. Nevertheless, she walked over to a large blackboard mounted to the side wall, and filled in several sections of a chart of some kind.

If Harriet had to guess, it was likely some part of Hermione's personal project, but she couldn't be sure, as the entire thing was written in the infuriating shorthand that Harriet had no idea how to decipher. Harriet made a mental note to force Hermione to cough up its secrets before she left.

Hermione, for her part, turned from the black board, saw the remains of the cauldron, a sighed deeply.

"That was my only silver cauldron…" Harriet just rolled her eyes.

"Then I'll have another one delivered tomorrow. Now, why am I here? And why are you working on potions while blasting Yank Muggle rap, of all things?" Hermione regarded the Slytherin girl with a dangerous look in her eye.

"You've done a great deal for me, Harriet, but do not badmouth Mr. Shakur in my presence."

For all of her wit, Harriet had no idea what to say to that.

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AN: Why, brain. Why.

Anyway, drop snippet requests in the big box below. As you can see, they don't even have to make sense.

~ExaltedChaos