The Life-Mending Charm

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Chapter 2

Yeah, And I'm Harry Potter...

When I wake up, the first thing I realize is that I'm not in my dorm - I'm in an actual, normal bedroom, and it's not my own. "Lavender? Parvati? If this is your idea of some kind of joke, it's not funny! Stop these stupid charms right now!" I yell, sitting up in the bed. I can practically hear them saying 'Okay, fine, Hermione, stop being bossy.' Except, they don't. Which means they're not behind this illusion. It has to be an illusion.

"Ron? Harry?" I call out, thinking they're likely to be playing this prank on me. If only I hadn't left my wand in my locker at school, I would start fixing this. But I can't - whoever made up this illusion put me in a stupid dress and a room without anything remotely magical - a Muggle's bedroom.

"This isn't funny!" I call out, getting out of the bed. I realize I'm shorter than normal; I feel different, smaller, weaker... I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the corner of the room, and I see a pretty girl with blond hair and a feral, wild expression. I look lost, and I feel it too.

There are pictures of 'me' in this room, the blond girl, with friends and stuff like that. The name Louisa is scrawled on a few of the things, like the old birthday cards and stuff. The messiness of this room is too detailed to be a mere illusion - perhaps I've been transported into the body and home of someone else. Hermione Granger I say to myself, that is impossible. Stop being an idiot.

"Please stop this and bring me back to Hogwarts!" I shriek, finally losing control. This is too weird, and it's got to stop. I'm not a fan of practical jokes at the best of times, and this one is too far.

Suddenly, the door opens and I leap back in surprise. A tall, tanned blond guy stands in front of me, a condescending smile on his face. "Louisa, what are you shouting about now?" he says with an exasperated tone. I stare at him for a moment or two, my brain frozen.

"Uh..." I say, panicking inwardly. He's clearly a Muggle, some sort of relation of Louisa's. I can't tell him what's happened, can I? Then again, if this is all an illusion or a spell as I suspect it is, he's not real either. I can tell him the truth. And even if it is real somehow, I can erase his memory later. I just need to sort out what's going on.

"I'm not Louisa, something's gone wrong. See, I'm Hermione Granger, and my brain is in Louisa's body," I say urgently. He doesn't even look surprised, just annoyed.

"Yeah, and I'm Harry Potter," he says with a wry grin. I feel my stomach somersault with relief.

"Oh Harry! I was so worried! What's happening? Who did this? I suspect it's an illusion of some sort, but obviously it's very detailed, so perhaps it's a teacher or something, or a sixth-year. I don't want to consider the alternative," I say, giving him a quick hug. I'm so relieved that he's here, even if he looks a bit shocked right now - I do too.

"Uh, Louisa, stop being so weird. You're Louisa, I'm Eric, and we're not freakin' characters from some book. Now stop being ridiculous and come have breakfast," he says, and I realize that... he's not Harry. so how does he know who Harry is? And what is this about a book?

Eric turns and leaves the bedroom, and I pull down my dress a little and follow him. I need answers, and I don't know if I'll like them or not.

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