The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.
'He'll be alright', murmured Ginny
As Harry looked at her he lowered his hand absent- mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.
'I know he will'
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
Fate however would prove the bespectacled man wrong one last time as he felt his vision fading, falling into a swirl of white mist that blinded his emerald green eyes before it snapped to a stop. Harry Potter was back.
He gingerly opened his eyes, still recovering from the out of body experience he had just went through. Harry felt himself wobble slightly he didn't know where he was or who he was, he just existed.
His thoughts slowly came back to him causing him to stiffen and grab his wand. He was still in the Ministry of Magic, Sirius the only fatherly figure he had known his life was now dead. He had to fight, he had to get revenge.
His eyes were wide as saucers as he turned towards his back, expecting to see the ruins of the Ministry only to be met with an equally confused pair of chestnut brown eyes.
'Her-Hermione?', croaked Harry. He was finding the endeavour of speaking particularly hard as he took a closer look at his best friend.
She looked older, the early signs of a few wrinkles around her forehead subtly poked itself out. Her hair was no longer bushy, rather falling down as gentle golden rings of hair which framed her face gently.
He blushed as he noticed certain 'other' developments this new Hermione had. To say she was attractive would be an understatement. Harry in particular found his surroundings turn a little warmer as he gazed upon Hermione. She was pretty, very pretty.
Hermione furrowed her brows, losing her sense of surprise rather quickly. Her eyes were currently locked in with a set of bright green she knew like the back of her hand, yet something was off. She realized that she was craning her neck up to gaze into them.
'That's odd, Harry is not that tall", thought Hermione as her eyes lingered over the rest of his face which looked more masculine than she remembered. Her eyes fell onto his shoulders marvelling at how wide it looked before chiding herself.
'Hermione, you can't have him. Your not pretty enough.", she repeated in her mind as she absent-mindedly noted his quite large calloused hands.
Hermione was snapped out of her musings with a loud shout.
'Bloody hell Hermione! You look so go-good, wait where are we!' exclaimed Ron his face quickly matching his crimson hair.
'Wait, where are the Deatheaters?", screamed Ginny causing several passers-by to stare oddly at the witch
"Dad? Why is Mum screaming? Everyone's looking at us and uncle Ron", squeaked a tiny girl with flaming red hair pointing at Harry.
'Dad, wha- what? I'm Harry", stammered the Potter
'Yea, Dad. I know your name! Why are you acting so weird', questioned the girl who was now looking at Harry suspiciously.
Harry was never able to respond to his supposed daughter due to a loud exclamation from the brightest witch of her age.
'The date reads 2017', exclaimed Hermione her eyes staring at the date on the bill board as if daring it to revert to its true form.
"That just can't be true Hermione, 2017 is years away. Why are we here at Kings Cross? What happened to the Ministry", whispered Harry who was now very aware of the small crowd that had gathered around the famous trio.
The crowd grew as the seconds passed by with Hermione stuttering to form a response for the first time in years.
"Mia! Come back here!" scolded a woman who was chasing a little girl coming their way.
'Hello, Mister and Missus Potter! Mister and Missus Weasley", squealed the girl with a bright smile.
Harry noticed the girl staring at Hermione as she said, 'Missus Potter'. His cheeks burnt as he sneaked another glance at the curvaceous bookish woman besides him.
The idea of it being 2017 and Hermione being his life partner, suddenly didn't seem so unappealing for Harry.
"Actually, the redhead is Mrs. Potter and the brunette is Mrs. Weasley", snapped a blonde girl matter-of-factly who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Harry's grin faltered as he reluctantly directed his eyes away from Hermione and towards a fountain of red-hair, who was currently beaming at the revelation.
'No! EW! Me and Ron? No way!'
Everyone turned to look at Hermione whose face was scrunched up in disgust.
'If there's a will, there's a way right Herms?", muttered Ron dejectedly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets in embarrassment.
This earned him a look of confusion from the witch. A loud cough though, snapped the woman from being able to fish out a retort.
The Trio and Ginny narrowed their eyes at the origin of the rude interruption. Standing in front of them was a blue-eyed, blonde woman with streaks of a deep red coursing through her hair which made her look younger than she seemed. However, her eyes looked like they were much too old for the body it accompanied.
"I believe, I must put this to rest", started the woman who seemed slightly unsure of herself before she extendending her hand out to Harry.
'Hello, Harry. I am J.K Rowling', said the woman.