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Be Careful of What you Wish for...	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 – WAKE UP

‘To this new promotion…’ Harry finally said, raising his glass a bit, and I stared straight inside his eyes for an endless moment before I could click my glass of wine with his, all the while feeling betrayed, sad and desperate. So he didn’t even give a fight for me, all the hidden feelings for him aside, he didn’t have a problem with his best friend leaving for across the ocean.

Was he trying to be supportive? Was he trying to believe in me knowing better? Since when? He always screamed and kicked and tossed when I was to go to the simplest of courses with the ministry. He was supposed to be afraid of my life like he always did, he had that saving people thing and he had proved he still had it when he insisted on coming with me to Australia to bring back my parents. Now what? He was just fine with me leaving for Canada? Was it so easy for him to live without me after all the things I had been through with him?

I was confused, scared and empty, and suddenly, as I sipped from my wine, I felt my eyes heavy, like my heart. I set the glass down, not sure I’ll be able to keep it for longer and then I saw it again… the Godric’s Hollow, that snowy Christmas Eve, when he and I “met” Mr. and Mrs. Potter for the first time, when we escaped death and shared something none else could ever share.

‘MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY WAKE UP!! IT’S SUNDAY!! WAKE UP!! DADDY LEFT EARLY IN THE MORNING BUT YOU PROMISED!!!’ my eyes opened with a gasp as I looked around me. The bed was comfortable but not mine, my head felt strange on the pillow and the room wasn’t familiar, panic surged though my veins. Where was I?

And then I saw a girl, with bushy brown hair, a familiar nose and brown eyes kneeling next to me and looking expectantly. Was that a dream? It was certainly a dream.

‘MOMMY!’ the girl screamed happily this time and came closer to me, hugging me, her hair covered my face and tickled my nose, was I supposed to be feeling ticklish in my sleep? The dream was so real. I didn’t know what to say but the moment the girl tried to get closer she hit a bid hard on my ribs with her knee, I shuddered.

This wasn’t a dream, I could feel pain!

I shot up from the bed and looked around me, the room was unfamiliar, where was I? Where was Harry? Why wasn’t I in his house? Or my house? The last thing I could remember was drinking from that red wine and then turning to say something to Harry as I was hurt by his passive attitude on my departure for Canada.

‘Mommy? Are you alright?’ the girl with the brown hair asked and I looked at her in shock, was she talking to me? She must have, she really looked like me, but wait, I don’t have children, grown children, she must be at least five. Oh dear Merlin, what’s going on?

The scream that was heard in the room rang my ears and I needed a moment to realize that was produced by my own lips, I had looked around in panic again and my eyes came in contact with the full mirror of the room.

MY HAIR!

I have short hair! REALLY short hair! What’s wrong? Where am I? Where is Harry? If this is a dream, why am I not waking up after all the shocks I’m through?

I felt my heart racing and a wave of nausea washed over me, I had to cover my mouth with my hand and rush to the closest door of the room, hoping it will be a bathroom. I wasn’t sure what the little girl was doing behind me as I got it right and rushed in a cozy bathroom, the toilet was what I cared about.

I emptied my stomach’s contents inside and took a deep breath. If this was some kind of dream, it was too realistic, it couldn’t be something else so I stayed there, with the door closed, waiting to wake up but the only thing I felt was another urge to vomit and so I did.

As I held my head with my hand I noticed on my wrist two letters TATTOOED on my skin in an elegant handwriting.

H J

What was my problem? Why I had my initials tattooed on my wrist? Why wasn’t I waking up? What kind of dream was that? Why my knees felt the pain of my position and my head span and hurt as well?

Images of the last night with Harry came back, was I able to remember things in my sleep? I was also feeling pain on my breasts.

WHY I’M NOT WAKING UP?

I flushed the toiler and stood up slowly and looked at the mirror, still not believing what I saw before me, my hair was shorter, so much shorter, I looked like a male almost, and my breasts. Dear Merlin, why there’re SO big!?

I gasped for a moment as a message started being imprinted on the mirror. I tried to collect myself and read it.

You’re not dreaming, Hermione, and you have not gone nuts

You wished to know what happens in the future

And I found a way to help you

You’re in 2010

Enjoy your few days there

Endless love

Luna

p.s. you may think this is a trap by someone who pretends to be me, my patronus is a rabbit

HOLY SHIT!

I gaped at the message before me as it slowly faded. No way, she wouldn’t have dared, it was just a stupid question and I gave an equally stupid answer! I- I wasn’t in the future, I refused to believe or participate in this madness, I wanted 2000 back! I wanted—

‘Mommy? Are you alright? Daddy said I should take care of you now that he’s gone!’ My eyes grew wide, my daughter! No, no, I don’t have children.

In a desperate try to stop this, I placed my palms on the mirror, half hoping it would kind of send me back where I belong or at least take me from wherever I was now.

2010, ten years in the future. Luna Lovegood I’ll kill you! If I was sent to the future… where was my actual self? My future self? What else had she changed? OH GODS!

‘Mommy?’ the girl asked again and I gripped the sink to collect myself. I was in the future, I had a child whose daddy told her to take care of me.

If this is my child and she has a dad then I have a husband!

Who’s my husband?!

Had I made the mistake to be with Ron? Was I so stupid and pathetic to return to him one way or the other and we had a child? Why had he leaved so early in the morning? Did we have another fight and he ran away? Did we fight before our child? Well it could be him, this wouldn’t be the first time he left just like that… was our daughter so used to this that she didn’t even care and only took care of me? Had I thrown myself in such misery?

Oh my Gods, I was in a crappy future of my own! Why had I messed up my life?

‘Mommy, I’m worried!’ the girl was heard again and only her tone snapped me out of my thoughts, my daughter was worried. I didn’t know I have motherly instincts but they all kicked in at the same time as I heard the child’s voice.

‘Coming…sweetie! Give—mommy a moment, please!’ I finally called out, all the while looking at my lips through the mirror, producing the first sentence to my child.

MY CHILD!

I WAS A MOTHER!

HOLY MORGANA!

I took another moment, certain that if I didn’t I would burst or have a stroke. The message was already gone from the mirror but I remembered it. Luna had sent me for few days here, oh God, where was here? Was this my house?

I had to collect myself, I needed information, I needed someone to talk to, and where was Harry? Where was Luna? Was I in Canada? What day was it? And what month? Where were the rest? Where was my husband, whoever he was? Where was he? Why he left like that? Please don’t be Ron! Please please please!!

I took another breath, calmed myself a bit, freaking out didn’t help at all, especially with the nausea returning, I put some water in my mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit, I noticed the two toothbrushes on the holder but I didn’t know which was mine and which was my husband’s. My husband’s…

The moment I have you in my hands, Luna...

I had some water on my face as well, to wake up fully. I was an intelligent person, everyone told me so, I had to find some ways to realize what was on. I had so much to learn and find out. But first, a little girl with my eyes and hair was waiting for me behind that door, my child, my heart felt bigger at the thought of having a daughter, and a very beautiful in that matter.

I opened the door after taking a breath and the girl gave a huge, toothy smile as she hugged my waist, her head touching and kissing my stomach before she could pull away and look at me. I couldn’t resist, I put my hands on her face, noticing the rings on my fingers and I leaned and gave her a kiss on the forehead, not sure where I would kiss my child good morning.

‘Good morning, mommy, do you feel better?’ the little girl asked as I examined her face with my eyes, she didn’t look like Ron in the slightest, well she looked way too much like me, so her father could be anyone. I needed to know who’s my husband, something inside me whispered it wasn’t Ron, yet my knowledge on how stupid I can be, prevented me from being sure I hadn’t messed up big time by marrying him.

‘Good morning…sweetie,’ what was her name? I didn’t know my child’s name. Holy shit!

‘Morning, mommy! I’m hungry! And you and daddy promised that after our breakfast we’d go to the forest! You said I had to wait until Sunday so we’re going now that is Sunday, right? Even if daddy had to leave!’ the girl said and I looked at her, trying to absorb the information, I had promised something along with my husband in the past days, and it was Sunday, so I wasn’t working if I worked at all, by the look of my bedroom, with the rich, warm colors and furniture and fabrics, I must be working hard, everything looked expensive. And there was a forest close by since we promised to go there today. OK, that was a start.

‘Uhm… OK, of course we’ll go,’ I finally said and my child clapped happily, I had no idea in what continent I was, yet I was promising to go to some forest with my child. ‘Can you go and get dressed, for me?’ I asked, not sure if my child got ready on her own or I had to do that. ‘Then we can have breakfast and leave.’ I added, not sure of what she liked but this place must be having a kitchen. The girl before me, jumped in joy and nodded her head before she could hug me, kiss my stomach which was on her height, again and ran out of the room.

I was left motionless before the bathroom’s door, the warmth of her arms around my middle section lingering. My eyes fell on the mirror and I frowned. I wasn’t sure of what I was thinking but this hair looked awful.

‘Accio wand!’ I called out and I felt it immediately, something was off with my magic, it felt unstable and a bit weakened, probably it was because of the shock. The wand flew in my hand and for the first time that morning I finally felt kind of complete. My wand was the one I always had, given back to me after the war by the aurors as I had lost it in the Malfoy manor the day I had been tortured.

I pushed the dreadful memories out of my mind as I pointed the wand on the crown of my head and cast the spell. My hair grew back to normal, past my shoulders, close to my fuller breasts, it turned curly after a moment too and just because the shock was big, I let it grow an extra inch for good measure…

Feeling slightly more like myself I decided to find clothes, I was in a gown and I couldn’t go out like that, I needed to change. But before I could go closer to the door that probably was the wardrobe, I decided to move closer to the window, maybe, by the landscape, I could understand where I am.

I pulled at the curtains, opened the window and looked outside, I was on the second floor of the house. The place seemed oddly familiar, there was a small village, a muggle village for sure, I could see a few cars, I could feel the magic keeping the house safe, I felt strong spells bound to the house but I decided to think about it later, now I needed to know where I was. I saw the forest I had probably promised my daughter to take to, and that was the main thing that seemed familiar, as if I had been there before, but which forest was it?

I was certain for one thing, I was in England, the cars were moving from the left so I was somewhere in England, that fact made me relax just a bit, I was close to my friends and family, maybe I should contact my parents somehow, were they alive? Yes, yes, my mother and father must be alive, ten years are not much, I needed to find someone to talk to.

I pulled away from the window and examined the room I was in, my bedroom, with the double bed, where I probably conceived my child with my husband, oh god it still sounded surreal and probably will be like that for the next FEW DAYS Luna sent me to. Judging by the muggle lamps on the nightstands, the few muggle pictures of mine in the past around the room and the muggle television, our house was allowing muggle devices to work properly. Our house… mine and who else’s…?

I shook my head and moved close to the door that must be the wardrobe. I opened it and gasped.

Wow…

A lot of clothes, a lot of expensive clothes, beautiful robes for me along with a lot of muggle clothes, and by them, my husband’s, again both muggle and Wizarding. Our clothes kind of matched, we both obviously liked a lot of blue, which was nice, I liked blue even in 2010.

Before I could take some of my clothes, I took a sweater of my husband’s and tried to understand who he could be, ten years was a long time for someone to meet someone else. I didn’t see any Weasley jumper in the wardrobe so maybe, these clothes didn’t belong to Ron, or maybe Molly wasn’t knitting for him anymore. Oh dear Merlin, who was my husband?

I examined the sweater and brought it close to my nose for a sniff. I froze. This smell… this…

Sweet Morgana, Merlin and all the rest!

This so familiar scent, mixed with my own on the fabric was unmistakably… Harry’s scent.

I was married with Harry and we had a child?

I felt dizzy again, this was… oh my, this was… crazy and amazing and beautiful and impossible. How? When? Why? Under what circumstances? If we were MARRIED, how the rest had taken it? What about Ron? For me it was just yesterday that I broke up with him. Oh Gods!

No, wait, this… this was too much, maybe I was imagining things, maybe it was my idea, maybe what I wanted more than anything, maybe it was just my scent that looked familiar and I got confused.

I hadn’t realized I had sat on the bed with the sweater on my lap but I had and my eyes were staring out of the window. The forest, the familiar forest, the familiar scent, even if I was ten years into the future, some things seemed familiar and only the thought of being with Ron made my stomach twist and turn while the idea of being with Harry gave me actual hope and warmth.

I took another big breath, wishing with all my heart to have one single clue of what was going on, of who my husband was, of where I was or with whom I could communicate.

‘Mommy, I’m ready,’ the voice of my child reached my ears and I turned my head and looked at her, she was dressed in a nice pink blouse, jeans and woolen little boots, she obviously had my taste in muggle clothing.

‘Give me a moment, sweetie,’ I said as I decided to focus on not panicking the little girl again, she was expecting of me to act like her mom, she didn’t have to get upset with my obliviousness on everything. I stood up, set the sweater on the bed and moved close to the wardrobe. I chose a blouse myself as I guessed that if I was ten years sent to the future, that meant it was April as well, the sunny day outside the window kind of confirmed this fact in my head.

I changed into a light blue blouse, a pair of jeans and I chose some comfortable flat boots. I took my long hair in a ponytail and looked at my girl, almost expecting her to make the next move.

‘I like your long hair again, mommy,’ she commented and I smiled at her like she did, she had a beautiful smile, and beautiful eyes, this little person was a part of me, even if I couldn’t remember it, I had given birth to this little beautiful girl and I felt overprotective of her now.

‘OK, I guess it’s time for breakfast, right?’ I asked and she nodded her head and stretched her little hand for me to take. I moved closer and did so, putting my wand in my pocket as I approached her, she didn’t seem surprised so I guessed she knew the concept of magic.

She pulled at my hand as we moved out of the bedroom and I looked at the corridor, there were six more doors before me, all closed and only one ajar, I couldn’t see inside but I guessed it was the bathroom, this house must be huge. I was ready to move down the stairs that led to the first floor, suddenly curious to see the rest of the house when my daughter stopped walking and I looked at her expectantly once again, like she did with me.

‘We won’t wake up my brother?’ she asked and my heart gave a sudden kick.

I had a son? I had two children, a girl and a boy?

Dear Heavens!

‘Uhm, yes, yes of course we’ll wake him,’ I finally said but didn’t leave her hand, I didn’t know which door to open as to find my son, so I let her take me to the right room. The girl moved closer to the room two doors from the one I had came out from and opened the door.

I stepped inside the semi dark room as the windows were shut and the curtains were blocking the light. The walls of my boy’s room were a light blue color, there were magical Snitches zooming around in the walls and I saw the little bed and the little body hidden under the covers. Maybe I could understand who their father was by my son’s features; maybe he could give me the answers. The room had a lot of Gryffindor flags and symbols inside but nothing helped me recognize the father of my children, how ridiculous this sounds!

I approached in silence with my daughter still by the hand and I sat close to the sleeping boy, I could see brown hair, quiet messy by sleep, I wasn’t sure how I would wake up my son so I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered as not to startle him.

‘Sweetie, wake up…’ I tried lamely as I shook the little’s boy shoulder lightly. It seemed to work as the young boy stirred; he was obviously younger than my daughter, if she was around five or six he was around three or four. I couldn’t be sure. The gasp I gave startled both of them the moment my boy opened his eyes to look at me.

Emerald green was staring at me, the moment Harry’s miniature of the Hungarian horntail from the first task of the Triwizard moved from behind the pillow and roared lamely at me.

‘Good morning, mommy, Lily…’ the boy greeted as I stared at him with my jaw dropped.

‘Good morning, Jamie, come on, get up, mommy will take us to the forest of Dean!’ my daughter, my Lily said excitedly and the boy shot up from the bed, kissed my cheek and rushed to the bathroom, followed by his older sister as I remained completely frozen on his bed.

There was no doubt… the emerald eyes… my children being called Lily and James… Harry’s miniature of the dragon that now was trying to scare me away and I had the urge to smash it with my hand so it could stop squealing-roaring… the familiar scent of the clothes that belonged to my husband… there was no doubt…

I was Hermione Potter.
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