Harry Potter in The Girl Who Lived.
Prologue.
"Ron, no please come back, come back please!" said Hermione in a very distraught sounding voice that echoed through-out all the nearby surroundings including the tent and the woods in the dark depths of the midnight sky all above them and though out the woods below after the rustling tent flap fell back into place after Hermione had stormed out running rapidly out though the deep undergrowth that was the Forest of Dean, after a tormented shouting match that was Ron and from his abrupt exit out of the tent, Ron ran throughout the woods and abusing her of the notion that she probably preferred Harry over himself and afterwards, there was momentarily silence after a denial from Hermione and then Ron as soon as he was clear off the wards, he proceeded to apparate away from them in the Forest of Dean, to whereabouts unknown whilst Harry stood there, in shock about what was going on outside unable to believe what had just witnessed what happened in the tent and outside and he had been amongst many a altercations with the Dursleys. He heard several loud cracks of twigs that snapped underfoot and the tent flap opened, slowly and Hermione had returned, entering the magical tent sobbing.
"He's gone! He disappeared the jealous bigoted bloody idiot!" She flung herself onto a bunk, and shook silently, tears flowing down her cheeks and distraught.
'I should go console her she probably hurting really bad,' thought Harry, 'and later once she is over Ron if I'm lucky, I might just get something I've always wanted for awhile now. Harry thought that it would be too insensitive for him to try now and blow their friendship and let her have some space and just be there for her for the moment and give her time to get over the idiotic git from that moment onwards the name Ron was a very dangerous territory for them both having been on the end of Ron's jealousy and always his abandoning ship when the going got tough for him or the trio was the trio now a duo.
After a couple of months of inactivity of initiation of any of his feelings except for friendship. Harry approached Hermione, he had made his mind made up gathering his courage he crossed the short distance between them and sat down beside her, wrapping an arm round her, and rubbing her back soothingly.
Hermione didn't say anything, so Harry continued for a minute, before he leant in and pressed his lips to hers.
"Harry, what are you doing?" said a shocked Hermione.
"Shh, Hermione," Harry muttered, "You need to move on he was never kind to you from the beginning of knowing you, from the moment I met him I believe he never saw the real you and would always be taking advantage over you let me help with something to help you forget about him, and as a friend it would be wrong of me not to offer it, and say what I've had my mind for a while now especially whilst Ron isn't here. Not giving her a chance to respond, he re-joined their lips, showing her what she truly meant to him.
I think he wanted to be the only friend of the boy who lived and got jealous of any others getting close to me.
He guessed, by the way she slowly started responding, that she agreed with where he was taking them, together and so, heart hammering, he raised his hand to her lip, he wanted to go onward but he didn't want to disrespect Hermione and give her chance to think and not rush into this leaving her to herself to get her own feelings under her control
Mione, I have always loved you, always have from the moment you smiled me upon the Hogwarts Express and exactly when you told me that Books and cleverness? There are more important things. Friendship, Bravery and Love. I've away dreamed of a different from that point onwards.
However, the result was not quite what I had expected. Hermione jerked backwards, looking at him disbelievingly.
"Harry!".
"Hermione?", he stuttered weakly. He thought that she wanted it as much as himself, just like he did was he wrong in his thoughts and had he just blown his friendship with his first female friend but he had always wanted more than friendship and when Ron showed him that he had romantic feelings for her Harry had backed of Harry told this to Hermione holding her hands.
The only thing Harry could do was to await Hermione's judgment.
"What do you think you're doing? How? When and why me and why me at time of all times?, you could have anyone?" she cried, staring him straight in those emerald eyes that took her to far away places in her mind, she was torn was Ron right after all?
"I want to tell you, How I've aways thought of you early on but could only tell you now because of the Ron situation earlier looking ashamed at not having the courage to say it years earlier and ruining his chance of happiness with ambushing the one he loved earlier and anguish at seeing her at the Yule Ball so dressed up for Victor Krum as Ron was to much of a git to ask to to the dance or myself for not expressing my interest several years before, Harry apologised to Hermione and then started telling her his story.
I never had a loving relationship with my so called relatives no help, no comforting presence's until Hogwarts until you. I slept under the stairs within a cupboard so never knowing the meaning or experience of love within my life I got scared and didn't tell you how I first felt before Ron, even if I could not have the whole of you your compassion, your faith in me and the fact you saw me as just Harry, I was an immature idiot and just didn't see what it was until the chance was lost to me until now.
I thought It will help us both get over it, Ron always abandoning us and me telling you like this seemed like the best way." She looked at him with, if not forgiveness completely, at least understanding.
"Well, this is a mess, let me have so time to get used to this." Stated Hermione.
Hermione, I think we need to retreat to number twelve Grimauld Place, I don't think we can win this war at this stage of life we need to research, theories and practice and create a new plan. Some were warm and dry with plenty of food we would not have to hunt for food or supplement our own diet with food from the forest. We'd have Kretcher, Dobby and Winky. We could put up a charm that Dumbledore told me about The fidelius charm that it is a very powerful spell used to hide things or places, or to conceal secrets. It was an extremely difficult, multifaceted, and potent charm that could be used to conceal a secret inside an individual's soul, and then cleanse the manor to make it liveable.
Over the many years had passed since the tent incident all around them there were obscure books from all around the world rituals and all manner of books all from home clearances, they bought whole libraries and scrolls and finally they were ready with mountains of books from floor to ceiling all over every available floor space of Grimmauld Place.
Harry and Hermione were below checking a potion in the potion laboratory that was in the basement that would hopefully send them back in time, they took the potion whilst it was still in their mouth Hermione initiated a full on kiss with tongue and roaming hand about Harry and Hermione with their salvia and passion hands all over each over and Hermione transferred her potion the real one to Harry with a mixture of predominantly her DNA and both their execrated Magik's combined together with the complete potion now within Harry's mouth and she whispered goodbye my love for I can't follow as much as I want to be with you do not mourn for me for I am you and Harry slumped down unconscious and faded away into the past as you'd probably never survive the transformation to your own body.
Within Eight, Heath Gate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, at midnight a raging storm appeared roaring around the mansion, thunder and lightning boomed above the premise's and at aged eight, within Hermione Jean Grangers room, was sleeping throughout the raging storm.
The lightning struck the roof of the mansion where Hermione's room was situated the lightning bearded down upon on her and struck her, causing a connection to be made to the future then up to three orbs of entwined rotating light of black, green and brown descended down upon her to her open mouth down her throat and into her eight year old chest they intertwined into the current form of Hermione soul and at that moment her body shock and rose within the air all the whist her parents, Daniel and Emma Granger were watching within the door whist in awe but afraid for their eight-year-old daughter standing within the open door they could not approach due to a transparent barrier upon the door.
Whilst very distrust Grangers watched on in awe fear and an anticipation of being able to approach their daughter.
Hermione had a light complexion, bright brown eyes, lots of bushy brown hair described as a long mane of brown hair, rather large front teeth, Height 5'0" and nearly 110 lbs, before but started changing from a light complexion, to jade green eyes she started screaming due to the change, lots of straight red hair described as a long mane of long straight red hair, rather than large front teeth her teeth straightened, her Height 5'2" and nearly 118 lbs her body developed more lady hour glass type and more developed breasts appearance after she bust out of her under garments and nightwear, to above average for her age with average ten year old's of fitness and health for of one at her age blossomed anew she before them.
The one of the main differences was that she had now a faint lightning bolt scar upon her forehead after a black vapour of a wisp rose from his forehead and though the roof and her form change in-between a young lady's body and that of a young man's appearance of non-description flashing between her occupying the same physical size and fitness in appearance and size, and settling down upon Hermione's form but vastly different appearance, whilst being rotated around whilst these changes happened.
She was slowly lowered down upon on her bed by the unknown force to her bed when the lightning shot back thought the roof of the mansion whilst repairing the ceiling and the roof and the mansion.
Her parents rushing over to their daughter checking upon their daughter's appearance and her pulse they straightened up her covers and left their daughter to her peace after Daniel Granger went to sort out some stiff drinks once Emma had checked their daughter out checking for injuries and gave Hermione a bed wash.
When they were sure of their daughter's health, they retreated to their front room of their home where they discussed the observation's they had witnessed throughout the night.
In the depth of the Scottish Highlands there stood Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, Headmaster Dumbledore was writing within his office. All the trinkets except one an orb linked to Harry Potter's life blood dimmed and went out for half an hour, Dumbledore started staring at the orb when it started glowing from a white light to a glowing dim light then no light at all then the rest exploded within the office and so Dumbledore apparated to number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey hoping for the best outcome possible Harry Potter was that Harry was alive.
Were he wrapped his knuckles down upon the door, Vernon Dursley answered the door and erupted at Dumbledore with spittle coming out of his mouth. Dumbledore to the shock of everyone present silenced and cast numerous the Full Body-Bind Curse known for the incantation of Petrificus Totalus, to temporarily paralysed the vile muggles he needed to get to the bottom of the situation.
Dumbledore searched high and low for Harry James Potter, and found him his dead, injured and abused body in the cupboard under the stairs, Dumbledore sent a message to Amelia Bones of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to come quick with a squad to arrest the Dursleys the investigation would later show that whist the body found was Harry's the body held no remains of a magical signature so was Harry not dead?
Midday the following morning Harry awoke up and knew immediately that something was wrong. It wasn't the feeling of the world being larger than he was expecting after talking to Hermione about what was to be expected when the time travel happened but this was not, that was expected that we discussed. They had been trying to go back to their younger selves, after all aiming specifically at their tenth year of age so it stood to reason, they would be smaller than their older selves than they were.
It was what they wanted that was their aim to have a chance at doing everything over, at doing everything better conclusion and to end the war earlier on a better footing with the knowledge from the future.
The feeling of his body being… for one thing was strange… was also somewhat expected except all Hermione's knowledge was within himself and his body hadn't yet gone through puberty yet but it felt different. Of course, it felt different than what he had grown accustomed to in his previous go around of his life.
No, it was entirely something else deep in thought it seemed that it actually was everything else! From the comfortable queen sized soft mattress. The fluffy pillows! pillows? plural? Was he dreaming. The pink blankets. The sun softly streaming from the window from the early morning light? Chasing the warm shadows from the room in the room, unused to see without his glasses he sighted that the morning light was highlighting the plushies lot of them, actual expensive toys and a laptop! a beautiful rug, and books, books, loads of books.
He rather liked it, for sure, but since when did he have so many books and, and plushies toys! All in his room? Come to think of it, since when did he have a room? Shouldn't he be locked in the cupboard under the stairs? At this time of his life the room looked massive in comparison to himself. Had they somehow missed the right time?
He couldn't recall a time any time when he had slept in a room like this, be it at the Dursleys' or elsewhere. This sure didn't look like Hogwarts, nor The Burrow, in fact the room looked sort of muggle, which should point to the Dursleys', except that they didn't have such a room and if they did, he wouldn't be sleeping there anyway even if was on death's door.
It was all very confusing as if he had entered an alternate universe! Harry's sleepy brain froze in its tracks. Alternate Universe or time travel. That was it!
The ritual they had attempted was sketchy at best, more than half of it just guesswork on Hermione's part. She had admitted that maybe her translation of the old text researched from Number twelve Grimmauld Place was an obscure mixture potion and charms.
Clearly, something hadn't quite worked out, and even if they were back to kids like they wanted, had they had ended up in a different dimension and instead of their own past. A dimension where he wasn't living with the Dursleys – because in no universe would they change their opinion of him quite this much!
It all fit!
So, the only question was… who was he living with?
Suddenly, his heart started beating wildly, as a thought he hadn't entertained since he was five wormed its way into his head, making him soar with a hope he could almost not bear to voice…
His parents! Could his parents be alive in this dimension? He thoughts were in turmoil. When he recomposed his self he swept his tongue over suddenly dry lips living with them? His teeth felt different. Was he home in Godric Hollow? Why was the room so pink although he had no adhesion too it. He could hardly dare to think it, but it would make sense… if he wasn't with the Dursleys… and he most certainly wasn't… then he hadn't had a need to go to them and that could only mean… Hope was growing and blossoming like a beautiful flower in his chest and he felt his eyes go wide at the possibilities… If they were all right and survived the war and then this was an alternative universe, he would be living with his own family. He could see them, imagine them in his mind's eye, he'd dreamt of this day for so long oh the hugs he would give them, even!
A soft knock rattled on the door, almost making him jump, and derailing his train of thoughts. It was immediately followed by a cheerful male voice calling quietly: "Are you awake, Princess? Your Mum made some pancakes for brunch today!"
Harry drew in a sharp breath, feeling like he could explode with happiness: Mum and Dad! His Mum, she was here, she had made pancakes! For breakfast! His Mum and that must be his Dad outside the door and wait Princess?
The enormous grin that had taken over his face faltered, but he didn't want to – couldn't – let go of the wonderful, wonderful hope, his thoughts scrambled to hold onto it – James Potter had been a prankster whilst in his Hogwarts days, maybe it was a joke, maybe – he desperately tried to keep the breath-taking dream alive but the door was gently opening and revealing a man he vaguely remembered meeting a few times in his other life, at Diagon Alley and King's Cross… a man with brown hair and warm, brown eyes.
"Princess? Hermione? Are you all right?"
"Ugh. What hit me?", responded the form of Hermione, in surprisingly perfect English London accent and without his deep accent it was Hermione, her London accent.
"Unfortunately, we don't know at this time, Princess.", Daniel answered truthfully. Wait why does my voice sound different, and like a girl's? Did I get hit with a voice changing spell?"
"Hermione?", asked a very confused Daniel Granger.
I remember nothing until till just I just came around to a few moments ago. Why? Is something wrong?"
"Hermione, I believe you should take a look at yourself.", said Daniel, while simultaneously showing Harry sat in shock, staring in undisguised horror at his body as he looked within the full-sized mirror by the bed Harry got out of the bed looked into a full-sized mirror. Harry took to looking in the the mirror expecting to see a slightly banged up reflection of himself; after all. But instead of seeing his male face, his reflection showed the face of the most beautiful eight-year-old girl he had ever seen. Brown eyes replaced by his emerald eye's and red hair.
Silky smooth-red hair replaced his shaggy black. There was no sign of his glasses but his famous lightning bolt shaped scar was upon her forehead although faded to just outlines. Harry then looked down at the rest of 'his' body and gulped. He was taller, roughly the above average height for an eight-year-old girl more like an average ten or eleven year old. His clothes were replaced with the light white silk nighty torn revealing more than he would of like for his Hermione's body.
His arms and hands were slenderer. He had pedicured nails. He also noticed he now had a somewhat hourglass figure. Yet most surprisingly, he had somehow gained two sizable breasts, 32B if he had to guess cupping his hands over them.
Looking back at the reflection of 'his' face, Harry realized he now possessed the body of non-other than Hermione although radical changes compared to her beloveds form a very worried Daniel Granger, er! Hermione you should shower and erm get covered up by get dressed and come down we have much to discuss, Daniel Granger closing the door and said my little princess has morphed into butterfly overnight, I need a strong drink.
Edited as a lot of the story didn't make sense after a re-read.