...Then One Day, She Wasn't in Her World at All by Cherry

Rating: G
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 24/08/2005
Last Updated: 31/08/2005
Status: Completed

New house, new neighborhood... No wonder I hate moving. But guess what? I actually think
I'll enjoy living here...




1. Wish it was me...
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*Okay, I admit it. I was bored, but I had loads of fun writing this thing. This is a little
gift to all you portkeyers, so this fic will only be posted here at portkey. ;) Hope you find it as
amusing as I did when I wrote it. ^^*

*Oh, and before you ask “What has the title to do with anything?” erm, nothing at all,
actually. I guess it fits a bit with the fic, but mostly it's just a nod towards my new
obsession - Back to the Future. You get it if you've seen the movie posters for it. :P*

*Now, enjoy!*

**...Then One Day, She Wasn't in Her World at All**

If it's one thing I really hate it's moving. There's absolutely nothing worse than
carrying around heavy boxes, try to settle down in a new house... and to be the “new people” in the
neighborhood. Ugh!

The neighbors usually don't like me in the beginning. I'm strange. I keep to myself,
reading in my room... So, the neighbors usually don't see me that much, and therefor I'm
strange. And when the neighbors finally has accepted me, my parents always come and say “Oh,
we've just found the perfect little house to live in!” (You said that the last time we moved as
well! How many “perfect houses” are there in the world anyway?) and then we move. “Oh, come on!”
They say when the see my sulky face, “You're going to *love* it!” Pffft! Yeah, right.

So, that's why I sit here, in the garden of my new home, with the Half Blood Price in my
lap... sulking. Well, at least it's summer.

I yawn, stretch and lay the book on the ground. I've already read it... trice. I'm
pathetic, I know, but who cares? I like the book... Well, it was okay, anyway. It could have been
better, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, as I stand there stretching I take the time to glance around the neighborhood, just to
see if there's anyone interesting living around me. Most of the houses around us are empty
right now, since it's vacation time and the only ones being home - as far as I can see - is the
family living right across the road. I've got no idea who they are, but I don't like them.
Not that I've met them, but you know... First impression? Meh.

I don't like them, anyway. Especially their kid, whathisname? Donny? Doodle? Doyle? Dudley?
Right, that's it! Dudley. Stupid name, really. I mean, who names their kid Dudley anyway?
Either they hate his kid with a passion or they didn't have any imagination at all. No offense
to all you named Dudley in the world, but I don't like it... But I guess that might have
something to do with the Harry Potter books... I don't know.

Back to the kid. He's in my age, I guess. Fat and spoiled. Doesn't seem to be the
brightest crayon in the box, either. I think I shall call his parents “the Dursleys”, just so I
have something to call them by. Not when they can here, of course. I don't want to insult them.
Not when they can hear that is. Hee!

Apparently, the Dursleys came over yesterday and told my parents to “beware” as their
“criminally insane” nephew lives with them during the summer. And then my parents told me.
“Don't go near him!” they say. Pfft! If that guy was criminally insane, they wouldn't let
him go outside, right? They'd just lock him inside. I might be wrong, of course. How should I
know? Never met the guy.

I make a final stretch before yawning. I'm bored. A walk might clear my head, you know? I
might go to the park, swing a bit... It's usually empty durin g this time of the day. Well, it
sounds like a plan to me. I shrug as I call to my mother.

“I'm going for a walk. Be back in a bit!”

She nod before calling back. “Okay, be careful and watch out for him.”

I roll my eyes. *Him.* I think the Dursley's nephew has a name, dear mother. Not that I
know it, but I'm sure you do. I shake my head, I love my parents but sometimes... I sigh.

As I enter the park, I realize that it isn't empty as I thought it would be. Instead a guy
who also seems to be in my age is there, sitting all alone on a swing. Hey, company! I might be
able to make friends for once.

I walk over to the swings and as I come closer I can see that the guy has black hair... and a
pair of very pretty green eyes behind a pair of round trimmed glasses. He's kind of slim, not
that muscular either... But he's definitely a nice looking bloke. I smile at him as he looks
up... and my breath nearly gets caught in my throat - There on his forehead is one lightning shaped
scar. I quickly pick up my chin from the ground and try not to stare as I sit on the swing beside
him.

I mean, the scar and the obvious physical resemblance doesn't really have to mean anything.
This might just be some Harry Potter groupie.

“Erm... Hi.” I manage to squeak out together with my name. “Who are you?”

He stares at me like I'm the first one to talk to him in months. “I'm Harry. Harry
Potter.”

I squeak. Okay. Calm down. He's actually way cuter than I imagined him... Don't stare.
Don't stare. *Don't stare!*

He stares at me like I'm nuts.

Dangit! Don't tell me I said that out loud. “So, um... I'm new here. Where do you live?”
*Oh, and can I come over and snog you?*

He nods towards the road I just left. “On the house opposite of yours, with the Dursleys.”

I splutter. “The Dursleys?”

“Uh, yeah. I'm their 'criminally insane nephew'.” He mutters.

I shrug. *You're way to cute to be criminally insane. Lets just snog and forget all about
it.* No! Bad brain! I'm usually not this hormonal, honest! “I don't think you're
criminally insane. If you were, I bet they wouldn't let you outside your padded room and you
definitely wouldn't be aloud to walk around outside. Especially Not during broad daylight when
you could attack someone... or a kid. Kids usually are out during the day, not that I know why they
aren't outside right now playing in the park or- I'm babbling, aren't I?”

Harry grins at me. “Yeah, I don't mind that much, though. You remind me of one of my
friends. She babbles too.” He smiles fondly at the memory.

I grin. If he's talking about Ginny right now, then I'm a banana. “Oh,” I say, “tell me
more about this friend of yours. She sounds interesting.” *And snog me a bit, while you're at
it!* Arrgh! No. Stupid mind.

He grins at me. “Well, she's special. Smartest girl in my school. Probably wouldn't
survive without her.”

Okay people, it's time for a Portkey squeal moment. SQUEAL!

“Is she a... girlfriend?” I ask slowly.

He glances at me. “No.”

*Great. Now, snog me senseless!* “No? Why not? I mean, uh, you obviously like her.”

“Obviously?”

“Uh, yeah. You get this look when you talk about her.” *Please look at me that way.* Ack!
No. Stupid mind! Well, I admit, it would be nice...

Harry smiles at me. “Okay, I like her... but it's complicated.”

I nod. “Go on.”

“Well... it's like this... I think she likes my other best friend and I wouldn't like to
stand in the way... And I'm not really sure I'm cut out be a boyfriend.”

*Sure you are. Snog me and I'll show you how cut out you are.* “Oh? Why don't you
think you're cut out?”

“I really liked this other girl last year and we got together... but there's so much going
on in my life... I had to break up with her. She's a great girl, but somehow... I don't
know, I just couldn't be with her...”

I frown. “Maybe you were together with her because she offered you the normality you always
wanted...” I shrug. “And then you broke up with her because you realized that you were never normal
to begin with. She offered something you always wanted, but you can't accept it because it was
never in your nature.”

Harry nods, slowly, like he's trying to take in what I've just said. “Yeah. That
actually sounds logical...” He smiles and then suddenly, he frowns. “Hey, how come you managed to
pin me down that accurately?”

Oops... “Oh, err, I read it in a book once.” True enough. “You seem to be suffering the same
Hero Complex as the guy in the book.”

He stares at me like he's trying to figure out if I'm lying or not. “Really?” He asks,
slowly before relaxing a bit. “You have to let me borrow that book sometime then.”

“Uh, right. Sure. Whenever you want.” *And while you're at it, snog me a bit!* “So,
about this girl again. Your friend who babbles... Maybe you should ask her what she feels? Maybe
she wanted normality last year as well? It's obviously something you can't offer her... Or
she might have been confused by your feelings. She might have liked you for a very long time and
then decided that you didn't like her since you dated someone else.” *But I don't care
about normality. You can snog me anytime you want.*

He nods, slowly. “Might be...” He glances at his watch. “Look, I have to go. I had a great time
talking to you... I usually don't talk to people I don't know this much... but it was fun.”
He smiles. “So, I'll see you later?”

“Yeah, sure!” I grin. *A small snog goodbye?*

“Thanks for the advice and all that. I appreciated it.” He says before he walks off, back to the
Dursleys, I guess.

I grin widely as he disappears. Forget the snogging! I've got something better. I get to be
Harry's advice giving friend and I get to see how Harry and Hermione's relationship
develops. If my parents to move, they'll have to kill me and pry off my dead hands from this
house. Hah!

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2. An Extra Author's Note
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Additional Author's Note - 31 August 2005

I realised some days after I posted this fic that there were some things I should have said
before, in my original Author's Note. Though, most of the things I wanted to say seems to have
escaped me right now (and I'm afraid I might not have time to type this later…) but, the most
important thing is: The girl in the fic is most definitely not me. Most readers, I realised, must
have assumed it was - at least according to the reviews ;) - but she isn't. In fact, the only
thing she has in common with me is the sarcasm. Nothing more, I'm afraid.

No, I'm not mad at you for thinking she is me, in fact: With all the self inserts in the
world, I would have been shocked if you thought otherwise. I just wanted to point out this fact as
I forgot it originally.

My apologies, both for the confusion and for the unnecessary chapter. I'll try to write this
into the fic when I have the time.

Thanks to all of you who reviewed! You really made my day! :)

*-Cherry*

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