Harry fidgeted uncomfortably all throughout History class. Snape droned on and on while Harry shot surreptitious glances at his fellow students.
They all seemed the same as when he'd last seen them. But he couldn't be sure. Just how much had the world changed because of his fecund actions? Just then, something Snape said caught his ears.
"No one is sure exactly where the goddess came from." He said, utterly unenthused and rather dry. "But there is considerable speculation which seems to posit that she was not of the ancient times, but rather, a traveller from the future. These theorists point to her Squirtle patronus, with which she conquered the ancient world and established her reign, and speculate that she became aware of the first generation pokemon in our, and her own, 'home timeline' and brought the idea back with her. However-"
The bell rang. Snape, grimacing, shut the large leather bound tome he'd been orating from and placed it on his lecturn. As the students were bustling around packing their things Snape called out, "Homework is pages 4-11, due Monday, Kraug bless you."
Harry trundled out of the classroom, still in a daze, almost by now comfortable in such a state. He'd become numb to confusion by this point and simply drifted along, always watching his back, waiting for the right, for any, opportunity to set things right.
He felt as though he'd lost all of his teeth. It was like the world was a big crunchy potato chip he kept trying to nibble on only to have it stab mercilessly at his naked gums. In this timeline there was no such thing as stairs. The interconecters between floors were instead smooth ramps made of tempered steel with plastic abutements.
He had remained on the first floor all week for fear of someone noticing his inability to navigate the 'diagonal hallways' as they were called in this timeline. His rooms were on the lofty fifth floor and so he'd had to huddle in corners and crannies at night to gleam whatever pathetic semblance of sleep he could wring from the cold, long, unforgiving nights.
It was not all bad though. For one thing his uncle Sirius was not wanted for murder here. The raven haired fellow capered about the halls, dwarfing his much younger peers. Harry grinned to see the normally dour fellow so wholey enthused, but underneath it all a secret longing tugged at his heart. He missed Kraug fiercely.
But all that frustrated longing changed violently one day when he saw her. She was gliding her way gracefully down the diagonal hallway, stridently lecturing Ron Weasley about the importance of studious commitment to his studies when the two bumped into each other. "Kraug's sake!" She hissed, "watch where you're goi-" She cut short abruptly as her hazel eyes met Harry's, already a mutual bloom of affection tendriled between the two.
Harry brushed his messy black hair off of his forehead, "my fault. Right knackered today I guess, didn't sleep too well in that noisey old furnace room. Bit dead on my feet I am..." He apologized clumsily and too hastily.
"Sleep? In a furnace?" The girl tittered shrilly sending a ticklish convulsion down Harry's spine. "What a silly, odd fellow you are!"
Harry caught his mistake just a moment too late. He wasn't suppoused to let anyone know he didn't know how to use diagonal hallways and subsequently had to sleep wherever he could lay undisturbed for a few scant hours a night. "Just joking about, is all..." He replied and the girl fell upon him with wrenching laughter. Her lustrous brown curls bouncing in time with her heaving torso.
"Oh you are too funny! Let's have dinner together. By the way my name's Hermione!"
Harry, for once blissfull afternoon, forgot all about Kraug and their unfortunate misadventure in time.