(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)
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Chapter 1: Of Death and Rebirth
Saturday, May 2nd 1998 4:55 AM, Hogwarts grounds, Scotland, United Kingdom
"Hermione… before I go, I- I have to say this." Harry said
"Harry, please! Don't go. We can find another way!"
"Hermione, I love you." Harry blurted out
"No Harry! We'll find another way. We can find a way to get the Horcrux out of your sc-. Wait what?"
"Hermione, I love you."
"I-"
"You love Ron? I should've known. But I couldn't go without telling you." As Harry said that he turned around and walked towards the forest, towards Lord Voldemort, and thus towards his fate.
"Harry, wait!" Hermione shouted after she returned to her senses and ran after him.
He was only just entering the forest when Hermione caught up to him.
"Harry, wait!"
"No, I get it, you love Ron. Have a nice life. Kill Snake-Face for me will you?"
"Harry! Will you shut up?!" Hermione said as she kissed him.
Unbeknownst to them, they glowed gold and sealed their soul bond.
"Harry, I'm coming with you. If you die, I die with you. It's impossible for me to be happy without you."
"Hermione!"
"Harry, shut up! If you're going I'm coming with you. Otherwise, I'm going to stun you, shove you on the back of a thestral, and not enervate you until we're in Australia."
"Erm… okay I was going to say we should get going, can't let a psychopathic megalomaniac wait for us too long, but sure."
"Oh…"
He kissed her one more time and said, "Let's go."
While neither of them knew it, the powers that be had greatly influenced this decision.
(-oIOIo-)
Saturday, May 2nd 1998 4:59 AM, Forbidden Forest, Scotland, United Kingdom
Harry and Hermione stepped into the clearing and saw Riddle standing in front of a big group of Death Eaters and to the side they saw Hagrid, with ropes around his neck.
"Harry Potter has come to die, and you've brought a friend! Good, you can watch her die first." Voldemort said.
"Oh yes Tommyboy, we're here to die. But know this, you'll only make martyrs from us" Hermione said.
"Shut up you filthy mudblood! Avada Kedavra!"
'I'll be with you now mum, dad, Sirius.' Harry thought.
"Goodbye Harry Potter, I finish now what I started nearly seventeen years ago. Avada Kedavra."
"Drama que-"
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Unknown Date, Time and Location.
Hermione woke up in a giant empty room, completely white. 'Looks like Ron's brain.' she thought. "Harry! Harry, are you here?" the girl shouted, worried about where Harry was and wondering how she got there.
"-een"
"What?"
"Hermione, is that you? Where are we? Weren't we in the forest with The Drama Queen and his merry band of ass-kissers?"
"No, I'm Mary Poppins, of course, it's me. And obviously, we're at a rock concert. What did you mean when you came in here and said -een?"
"Huh? Oh! Voldetort was making some dramatic speech and I called him a Drama queen when he very rudely interrupted me with a killing curse."
Then Harry and Hermione heard a woman's voice start talking.
"I have to say, Mr Potter, you are correct. Snake-Face has quite the flair for the dramatics, one that almost rivals that stupid rainbow-wearing, mind-altering manipulative Machiavellian little bumblebee…" Then she continued muttering "I swear to my father-in-law if I ever get my hands on that little shit, I'll mess up his face so badly he would lose a beauty contest with Umbridge and Voldemort." Then the woman continued threatening such violent things to do to Dumbledore that the author decided to not write it down for fear of getting his mouth washed with soap.
Harry noticed the woman looked like Hermione, her body was a little shapelier with breasts a little larger, and smoother hair. She also seemed a few years older. The lady was dressed in a deep-cut red dress that went to just above her knees, with golden heels and a gold necklace with a red ruby encrusted on it.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but, who are you? And where are our wands?" Harry asked.
"Curious, I would've thought clothes would be more important than wands."
As they quickly covered up their bodies and blushed. Hermione asked embarrassedly "Would you mind giving us clothes? And maybe tell us who you are, and where we are?"
"And maybe tell us why you're making such bloody plans for the greatest wizard since Merlin?" Harry asked also.
"What do you mean? I was planning those things for Albie, not you." The unknown woman questioned.
"..."
"..."
"Did you just say Harry is the greatest wizard since Merlin?" Hermione questioned the still-mysterious woman. "And why would you do those things to Professor Dumbledore? He's a great man."
"Yeah!" Harry added.
The still unknown lady frowned and snapped her fingers. At this point, a golden-coloured dome surrounded both of their bodies and went inwards. "There you go, that should feel better, doesn't it?"
At this moment Harry and Hermione fainted.
"Oh, crap," the rather beautiful woman muttered. Then she snapped her fingers again and the illusion of an endless white room was removed. They were moved to two red chaises longues in a living room in a palace atop a rather large magical mountain.
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Unknown Date 0:34 AM, Unknown Palace, Mt. Olympus, New York City, USA
Harry woke up confused, "I- where am I?" He then saw Hermione on the other chaise "Hermione wake up!" he said.
"Ah, You're both awake. Wonderful." The owner of the aforementioned chaises said.
"What happened? Where are we? Who are you? How long were we asleep? What happened to the white room? What did you do to us?" Hermione fired off.
"To answer your question: you fainted. We're on Mount Olympus in New York City. My name is Aphrodite. You were asleep for 35 minutes. The white room was an illusion I conjured. I cleared your system from all mind-altering and inhibiting potions, as well as the block on Harry's magic, the soul fragment in his forehead as well as the curse that turned him into an idiot."
"Aphrodite, Like the Greek goddess?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I am she. Lady Aphrodite, Daughter of Uranus, Goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, procreation, gender and sexuality."
"Awesome, does that mean the other Greek gods and goddesses are also real? What about those of other pantheons?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, the other Greek Gods and Goddesses are real. But that's beside the point," Aphrodite responded.
"The reason why you're here is quite simple: The Moirae are quite unhappy with a lot of people and events, for which the two of you are a sort of nexus point."
"Are we some of the people the Ladies Fate are unhappy with?" Hermione questioned the goddess.
"Hush. Let me explain everything, then you may ask questions," Aphrodite said, "The people the Moirae are angry with are the following: Albus Percival Dumbledore, Ronald Bilius Weasley, Ginevra Molly Weasley and Molly Ann Weasley née Prewett."
"Why them? They're our friends?" Hermione said, and promptly she got glared at by the Goddess.
"I told you to remain quiet, next time you interrupt me I'll use a sticking charm to stick your lips together, understood? You know what? If you have any more questions write them down." Aphrodite glared at the brunette witch before snapping her fingers and causing a carnet with a pen to appear in each of their hands.
Hermione nodded quietly and bit her lip, she thought the goddess was a bit hot-tempered.
"Now, I'll go through every person I just mentioned, and explain exactly why the Ladies Fate are unhappy with them." Aphrodite continued
"For Albus Percival Dumbledore, they're unhappy with him for multiple reasons. Firstly, when they caused the prophecy to be spoken to Albie, he was meant to, when Lord and Lady Potter died, have gotten Lord Sirius Orion Black III to be found innocent of his crimes before the entire Wizengamot, and have Harry checked over by all manner of Healers from all kinds of races and cultures to have the Horcrux in his scar removed. Eventually, the goblins would perform a ritual on Harry, and the Horcrux would be removed and used to track down all others. Then Harry here would grow up safely, happily in Black manor and when he turned seven Dumbledore would tell Sirius about the prophecy, and Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin would start training Harry in combat magics. Dumbledore was not meant to give Harry to the Dursleys, block his magic, inhibit his intelligence, steal his gold or limit his knowledge. Any questions? Write them down."
At this point, Hermione was already on her third page of questions. Aphrodite then snapped her fingers and made three teacups, a teapot, milk and sugar appear on the coffee table before filling the aforementioned cups with tea and daintily drinking some of it.
"For Molly Weasley and her two youngest, quite frankly you should hardly have talked to Mister Weasley after September 2nd 1991, and if it wasn't for all the loyalty potions, you wouldn't have. You, Hermione would've never gotten jealous of Mister Weasley and Miss Brown, nor of Harry's Half-Blood Prince book if it weren't for Mister Weasley, Miss Weasley and Missus Weasley dosing you with love, loyalty and jealousy potions. Same for you Harry, you would've never been friends with Mister Weasley, nor would you have been jealous of Mister Thomas or desired to date Miss Weasley, if it weren't for all said potions. Missus Weasley was instructed by Albie to have Ronald befriend Harry, and then have Ginevra seduce Harry." The Goddess said, before again elegantly sipping her tea. "Any questions?" she then asked.
Hermione promptly raised her hand.
"You're not in school my dear, ask away."
Hermione then questioned: "What did you mean with Lord and Lady Potter and Lord Sirius Orion Black III? What ab-"
"One question at a time my dear." Aphrodite interrupted "Now, about the Lord thing, in the wizarding world the ruling body of law is the Wizengamot. They're the magical equivalent of both the House of Lords and the House of Commons, as well as a court for high profile legal matters. They're the body that votes on new laws. About half the seats on the Wizengamot are hereditary. Among those seats there are The Founding houses, The Ancient and Noble Houses, The Ancient Houses, The Noble Houses and The Elder Houses. Then there are also the Magical houses, but they don't have Wizengamot seats. The Founding Houses are: the four Hogwarts Founders, as well as Peverell, Emrys and Pendragon. Harry here is Lord of The Founding Houses of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Peverell. As well as The Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black and The Ancient House of Evans. Hermione is the Lady of The Founding House of Ravenclaw as well as The Ancient and Noble House of Dagworth-Granger. Which means the two of you are the most powerful people in Magical Britain, the richest couple in the world. You're richer than The British Royal Family. Thus yes, Harry here is Lord Gryffindor Slytherin Hufflepuff Potter Black Evans, Heir Peverell. Hermione is Lady Ravenclaw Dagworth-Granger."
"Who is Lord Peverell if I'm Heir Peverell?"
"That would be one Tom Marvolo Riddle, well he hasn't actually claimed the Lordship. But so long as he lives you cannot claim the title. Yes, you are related to Riddle but it's distant. The Gaunts were descendants of Cadmus Peverell. It's actually one of his descendants who was an orphan that was the adopted son of Salazar Slytherin, from whence the rumours of the Gaunts being descendants of Slytherin came. Even if they haven't a drop of Slytherin blood in them, and got the parselmouth ability from another source."
"How does inheritance for those titles work in the magical world? Does the eldest get them all?" Hermione asked
"Already thinking of having children? And no, you could either have 9 children and give each of them one title, although I wouldn't recommend it. Harry could have up to seven wives or concubines each for a different title and you'd either be in a concubine contract or a betrothal contract with a line continuation clause with Hermione. But I'd recommend you have a few sons and daughters and then divvy up your titles among your children and grandchildren."
"Damn. Yes I agree, having to deal with 8 wives or concubines sounds like a nightmare. Besides, Hermione is the one for me. Say, how come I no longer feel loyalty towards Ron? Or any romantic feelings whatsoever towards Ginny?" the raven-haired boy then questioned.
Aphrodite sipped her tea before answering. "I cleared your systems of all foreign magics, including the Horcrux. This caused you to pass out."
"How come Hermione is Lady Ravenclaw Dagworth-Granger? And how come I also have all those titles?"
"Hermione is the descendant of the last Dagworth-Granger and the last Ravenclaw both of whom were squibs. The fact that both her parents were squibs, and good people got Hecate to re-awaken the magic in you. For you Harry, You got Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Potter and Peverell from the Potter side of the family. Black you got from your paternal grandmother being the younger sister of the previous Lord Black, Sirius' grandfather. You were then also made his heir in his last will and testament. The Slytherin Family you got from your mother's side of the family, her and your green eyes were a sign of the Slytherin Family magic re-awakening. And the Evans family you got through your maternal grandfather, in the same way Hermione got the Dagworth-Granger title."
"Why are you telling us all of this? And why you specifically?" The bookworm questioned the goddess.
"Let me answer the second question first. Why I'm telling you is because you're soulmates, thus you fall under my domain. Don't interrupt Hermione, I'm about to explain what soulmates are." Hermione looked quite abashed at this comment. "Occasionally some people have a very important fate that is key to the development of the world, people like Paris, Julius Caesar, Arthur Pendragon, William the Conqueror, Joan of Arc, Christopher Columbus, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Marie Curie, Winston Churchill. People whose actions or non-actions would influence the course of history and the fate of the world for centuries. Those people often have a very sad life, and thus to balance out said sad and depressing life they are given soulmates. People that are perfect for them, made to support them and help them. Their perfect other halves, with an extremely close bond. In this rare occasion however both partners of the soulbond are extremely important to the future of the world."
"What are soulmates though? I mean, what happens to soulmates, do they have special abilities, a special connection, some sort of protected status in the magical world?"
"Soulmates have a few special abilities, they have a blanket protection against any potions, charms or curses that could cause a rift between the couple, potions like love potions, loyalty potions, imperious curse, compulsion charm. Things like that. As the bond grows and strengthens soulmates develop a form of telepathy. And in cases of life and death soulmates have been known to get an increase in their levels of magic to protect their other half. Oh and if someone tries to separate soulmates punishments are very harsh. Especially for repeat offenders."
Whilst Hermione was processing this Harry asked "What are our fates? What are we meant to accomplish in our lifetime?"
"And who were the previous extremely important couple? And wasn't Joan of Arc an unmarried virgin who died at nineteen years of age?" Hermione also asked.
Lady Aphrodite frowned at both teens for interrupting her then responded "I'll answer those questions in reverse order again. Yes, Joan was an unmarried virgin who died at nineteen. The reason for that was that her soulmate passed away when he was four years old, that's also what caused her to hear the voices, the lack of her bondmate was slowly driving her insane. And the previous extremely important couples were the Curies, and Paris and Helena of Troy. Couples who together influenced the fate of the world." The love goddess nodded and then sipped her cup of tea. "As for your fate, the two of you were meant to kill the Dark Lords, use the political power to make great changes in the Wizengamot. Including but not limited to equal rights for Goblins, Centaurs, Veela, Werewolves, Vampires and others. Welfare for House-Elves. And a few other things I'm not allowed to reveal yet. You'd have a few children and live to the ripe old age of, well that would be telling." And as she said the last part the goddess got a bit of a smirk on her face.
"When did Headmaster Dumbledore and the Weasley's start potioning us?"
"For Harry it was on September 1st 1991 approximately two minutes after the trolley lady passed by Harry's carriage. And for Hermione it was on November 1st at lunch after Mr Weasley reported to Dumbledore that Harry and Hermione had struck up a friendship."
"Why did the Headmaster bind Harry's magic? And why did he turn Harry into an idiot? And what do you mean by turning Harry into an idiot? Harry's not an idiot!" Hermione ranted at the goddess
Aphrodite looked at the brunette with a raised eyebrow. "Albie bound Harry's magic because Harry is extremely powerful, and doesn't have to cheat to be extremely powerful. Harry was an idiot. Did you not think it strange that a person whose parents were very smart and top of their class without trying had a son who spent hours studying to get an average of A's and E's? Need I remind you that when James Potter was fifteen he managed to become an Animagus and had already made a map of Hogwarts that showed where everyone was at any time. And Lily was already modifying potions when she was twelve and was making spells when she was fourteen."
Hermione frowned at this, deep down she knew the goddess was rights, but still she didn't like it.
"If Harry Potter had done an IQ test when arriving at Hogwarts, he'd have scored in the low nineties. If Harry Potter did an IQ test now, after I inhibited the curse. He'd score about 135."
At those words both Harry and Hermione gaped at the Gryffindor coloured lady.
"As to why Dumbledore blocked his intelligence, it's because intelligent Harry would've spent all his time in the library trying to learn everything and anything he could about magical society. And Dumbledork couldn't have his pawn be smart and knowing he could've gotten emancipated as of his eleventh birthday."
"I can somewhat understand why Dumbledork would use loyalty potions on us, as well as the wit binding curse, and the magical blocks on me. But why did the Weasley's give us all those potions? And did any of the other Weasley's know about the potions?"
Aphrodite nodded at him "I see you're starting to use that big brain of yours Harry. And to answer your questions. Yes, Percival Ignatius Weasley discovered the potions. He was sworn to secrecy and paid off with gold. As to why they were potioning you? Harry dear, the day you rejoined the magical world you were publicly believed to be the 3rd richest man in Magical Britain. By the time of your sixteenth birthday you were the richest man in the world. Can you see the attraction to a daughter of the Noble House of Prewett who lost access to the Prewett money when the family was believed to be extinct. Ronald was easily convinced to tag along with the plans, he's a greedy little bastard who thinks he should get 12 Newt's and a full vault in Gringotts as well as everything else he wants, because he's a pureblood. And Ginevra was raised being told by her mother that she'd one day become Mrs. Boy-Who-Lived, she had a giant crush on the Boy Who Lived from the time she was seven."
"Why'd you call Harry the Boy Who Lived just now?"
"It's because Ginny doesn't see me as Harry Potter, she sees me as The Boy-Who-Lived. Something that probably wasn't helped by her getting possessed by a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul and then being saved by The Boy-Who-Lived who had just killed a giant basilisk to save her. She then probably got no psychological or psychiatric help, and her mother probably used it to reinforce the fact that I love her or at least in her mind I do and we are destined to be together."
While Hermione looked impressed, and a little shocked. Aphrodite answered "Indeed. Glad to see that big brain of yours is coming to use now."
Harry blushed and asked "So what do we do now?"
"First we have breakfast, then we plan." Aphrodite smirked, and as if on cue Harry's stomach started growling.
"It's still dark outside though." Hermione interjected
"This is New York honey. It may be 2:49AM here, but that means it's 7:49 AM in Britain, and that also means it's been 25 hours since you've last eaten something, namely breakfast at Shell Cottage." And then the Goddess snapped her fingers and they were teleported to the dining room where invisible hands started serving what looked like a Hogwarts breakfast. Full English, Pancakes, Waffles, French toast. The whole nine yards.
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Unknown Date 8:42 AM, Aphrodite's Palace, Mt. Olympus, New York City, USA
During Breakfast Aphrodite explained how Mt. Olympus was now atop the Empire State Building in New York City, USA. She also explained how normally the magical world fell under The Council of Magic Gods' jurisdiction, a council of all gods that have magic as a domain. In fact, magical people were either descendants of Gods on the council or people blessed by members of the council.
"So, now you've eaten we can start the scheming." Aphrodite said over her cup of tea.
"What exactly are we scheming? We're dead." Hermione responded sassily.
"No, we're not." the raven-haired teen said, at which his soulmate gaped in shock. "Think about it." he continued "She said I AM a Lord and you ARE a Lady, we ARE rich. When you asked about children inheriting titles she told us her recommendation, why would she recommend procreation-related matters to dead people? Also, I'm pretty sure dead people don't get hungry or have bodies to remove potions from. And if we were dead, why bother having one of the 13 most important gods of the Greek pantheon tell us about what should've happened?"
"I'm going to strangle Dumbledore. You're actually smart now!" Hermione muttered, and although it was under her breath everyone in the room heard her.
"So what's the plan?" Harry questioned
Aphrodite smirked "First, I have an offer to make you. Would the two of you want to swap bodies?"
As Aphrodite was saying this Harry was drinking, although he wished he didn't because he ended up inhaling hot tea before then spitting it out of his nose and mouth.
"WHAT?!" Hermione shouted.
"I asked whether the two of you would like to swap bodies. As in Harry walking around in Hermione's body and vice versa. Although judging your reactions I shall presume the answer to that question is no."
"Harry, Hermione, you'll be able to claim your titles at Gringotts once you turn eleven. However be careful that Hagrid doesn't know what you do. As you know he believes the sun shines out of Dumbledore's anus, he'll tell him as soon as he arrives back at Hogwarts. Harry, in your vault you'll find a Time Turner. I'd recommend you use it to keep the fact you're Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Slytherin secret. You'll discover that when your magic was blocked Dumbledore also blocked your Metamorphmagus ability. You got it from your Paternal Grandmother Dorea Potter née Black. The latent gene was then re-awakened by the injection of fresh blood from your mother. What I recommend is this, I recommend the two of you work together to create a version of the polyjuice potion that will last longer, with the use of Harry's metamorphmagus abilities and the aid of Gringotts, that will allow you to set up fake identities, that can be polyjuiced into."
"How would that work? Can metamorphmaguses change their DNA? What about the time turner, wouldn't we age a lot faster if we attended every Wizengamot meeting multiple times?" Hermione rapidly fired off these questions not noticing it was annoying the love goddess.
"No metamorphmaguses cannot change their DNA." Aphrodite glared at Hermione "However they don't need to. When a hair is plucked it "stores" the physical appearance of the person as it is plucked. So theoretically if Hermione here had picked a hair of Harry's when he was eleven, then put it in a polyjuice potion when he was seventeen and drank it. You'd turn into eleven-year-old Harry. And no, you wouldn't age a lot faster when using the time turner. That time turner was made by the inventor of the time turner, he was the son of Hebe and Myrrdin Emrys and used his abilities from his mother to make it freeze the age of the user for the exact amount of time they'd travelled back in time. At the request of his father, he only made seven of the kind and then gave one to each of the Founding Houses."
Hermione nodded at this. "Won't everyone know that Harry is Lord Gryffindor Hufflepuff though?"
Aphrodite shook her head at this. "No, they won't. In the founders' youth, they were mentored by Merlin. Many years after the school was founded as Merlin was a dying old man, he spoke a prophecy.
"Before the next turning, the founders re-unite.
Burdened with the duty, to protect their kin and kind.
Blood and mind, all the founders kind.
Two dark lords they shall defeat, and travel with Chronos to accomplish the feat.
To the Gods they restore worship, for protection from their hardship.
Four hands beyond the second turning, the unblessed shall recommence the burning.
The Founders, through mind and blood to lead the blessed into the future once more.
The four to balance, the one in abundance, the one in scarcity, balance to repair.
The Ones with the power to vanquish the dark lords, unite as the seventh month dies."
When the founders heard of this they set a law in their family bylaws that stated that only when all four of their descendants had attended Hogwarts together for at least one year they could claim the Hogwarts Founders titles. This worked out quite well until the year 1187 approximately 200 years after the founding of Hogwarts the Ravenclaw Line squibbed out. Then in 1349 so did the Slytherin line. And in 1638 the person with the strongest claim to both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was a woman, and she then married the then Heir Edward Potter, thus passing the aforementioned strongest claim onto the Potter family."
"So that means there's been no one in the Founders' Wizengamot seat since 1187?" Hermione asked, and although she was quite sure she was correct she would still rather check.
"Since the Autumn Equinox session of 1187. The Lord Ravenclaw at the time had only one child, a son who had a squib for a son. There was a magical descendant of Ravenclaw who attended Hogwarts in 1624, but she was hung when she was thirteen in 1626 for witchcraft. Her little brother continued the blood of Ravenclaw however."
"How barbaric!" Hermione exclaimed, at which both Harry and Aphrodite nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure your soulmate could tell you quite a lot more about how barbaric muggles can be towards magicals. And they call you the demons." She snorted "The thing they don't teach you in history class is that unlike what they say the muggle witch trials actually killed about 10.000 magicals in Europe and North America alone."
"What do you mean Harry could tell me quite a lot about how barbaric muggles can be? And why don't they teach that in school?"
"Hermione think about it." Harry said, pointedly ignoring her first question. "The head of the ICW, Wizengamot and what is supposedly the greatest school of magic in the world is a muggle lover through and through. And remember what Mr Doge told me at the wedding about Bathilda Bagshot, the author of A History of Magic and ten other magical history books. He said she was A most gifted magical historian and an old friend of Albus's. How hard do you think it could've been for him to convince her to fiddle with the facts to spread pro-muggle propaganda?"
"What about my other question." Hermione said. Whilst all this was happening Aphrodite was looking at the new couple with an amused smirk.
"I suppose I should tell you." Harry sighed before sipping his tea and starting to talk. He told Hermione about all he had suffered at the Dursleys. The beatings and whippings, the lack of food, being locked in the cupboard, he even told her about the time his uncle Vernon had carved the word Freak in his back after Harry had done accidental magic." By the end of it, Hermione was crying, and even Aphrodite had tears in her eyes.
"Oh Harry, why didn't you tell me? How come I didn't notice this when taking the polyjuice potion?"
Aphrodite jumped back in here "I can tell you that, Ronald put confundus charms on all of you. He knew of the scars of course he'd shared a room with Harry for years."
"So that's why nobody said anything at Hogwarts!" Harry exclaimed.
"Not exactly, that was because Dumbledore corrupted the Hogwarts wards and added a compulsion in them not to notice your scarring, or question why you weren't getting fan-mail, or try to talk to you about the Great Alliance."
"What's the Great Alliance?" Both magicals questioned simultaneously before looking at each other and blushing slightly.
"The Great Alliance was a political alliance founded by Harry's Grandfather Lord Charlus Potter, his brother-in-law Lord Arcturus Black, and Arcturus' cousins and close friends Lord Harfang Longbottom and Lord Daniel Greengrass." At this Aphrodite snorted. "Actually they were all related, Daniel Greengrass' mother was born a Potter, Charlus' Aunt. Arcturus Black's mother was Elizabeth Greengrass, Daniel Greengrass' aunt. And Harfang Longbottom's wife Callidora was a Black Cousin of Arcturus'." Aphrodite frowned, as if checking mentally whether she'd made any mistakes in that explanation.
"Oh, and that also means that Neville Longbottom and Roger and Tracey Davis are 2nd Cousins. The Weasley's are also Neville's first cousins once removed. Harry and The Weasley's are 3rd Cousins, and Harry and Neville are 3rd Cousins once removed. Harry is also Sirius' second cousin. And Malfoy and Tonks are Harry's second cousins once removed."
"Am I the only one who's confused? And disgusted I'm related to Malfoy." Harry asked
"Nope." Aphrodite said.
"No. Although I'd love to see Malfoy's face if you addressed him as cousin Draco." Hermione chuckled.
"Laughing at Draco Malfoy aside. Let's continue the planning." Aphrodite said and for hours yet they continued planning until Aphrodite was content with everything they'd decided.
"Now before you leave, I'm going to give you some special protections so no-one can forcefully make you tell any future information, or remove it from your mind. However, I would recommend working on Occlumency on yourself too. It comes with a great many advantages including an extremely good boost to your memory, very good protections from the Imperius curse and others." and as Aphrodite said this she snapped her fingers and suddenly Harry and Hermione both felt a little woozy in her head.
"There you go. Are you ready to go? Or is there anything else you'd like to ask or discuss?" And as both shook their heads Aphrodite said one more thing: "If there is ever an emergency, or if you just need advice, or want to ask a question. Feel free to pray to me."
"Wouldn't we then be praying to past you?" Harry questioned the goddess.
Aphrodite smirked at this "It's currently July 29th 1991. So no, you won't be praying to past me. Now I'll knock you out and then have your minds put in your old well… current bodies at midnight. Goodnight dearies."
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Harry Potter POV (Ooooh doesn't that look new fun and interesting?)
Tuesday, July 30th 1991 7:32 AM, Railview Hotel, Cokeworth, Lincolnshire, UK
"Get up freak! I've found a place to stay where none of those freakish letters of yours will find us!" Vernon Dursley bellowed at his nephew before hitting him over the back of the head.
Harry Potter smirked internally as he realised he was indeed back in the past.
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Hermione Granger POV
Tuesday, July 30th 1991 8:20 AM, 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, UK
"Honey, Breakfast is in ten minutes!" Emma Granger called to her eleven-year-old daughter from where she was standing behind the stove in the kitchen.
"Coming mum!" Hermione Granger shouted, she had a large smile on her face as she realised she was indeed back in the past.
(AN3: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Bound to Rewind. If you did, please do Favourite, Follow and Review. I want to know what you think!)
(AN4: I hereby formally apologise to the author known as Vance McGill. It was recently pointed out to me that I had entirely forgotten to give him his due credit for the Great Alliance trope. I do not own, and am not the inventor of the Great Alliance trope, it was not I who came up with the idea of a political alliance founded by Charlus Potter. Though my version will be a bit different to Vance McGill's he is still due the credit of having thought up the Great Alliance.)