Harry and Hermione stared at each other, blood dripped down Hermione's face from a cut above her right eye. Harry stared at it for a moment trying to remember where the cut had come from, 'oh well' he thought 'I guess it doesn't matter now' as he reached out and wiped the small amount of blood away with his sleeve. Wounds littered Harry's body, but Harry didn't seem to even notice. He looked into his best friends eyes; green meeting brown and smiled. It was over… It was finally over.

Voldemort was dead. Harry had cast the killing curse moments earlier and watched as Voldemort fell to the ground. Hermione had been the first one to reach him, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce hug. Cheers began to rise around them as people realised that it was over, that Voldemort was actually dead. Harry looked up and saw Ron across the battlefield hugging Ginny. Professor McGonagall was crying into Professor Sprouts shoulder and Hagrid and Grawp were doing a little jig, one they had obviously made up on the spot, the ground shaking as they moved.

Amongst the cheering tears fell, the relief of Voldemorts defeat overshadowed by the deaths of many of their family and friends. Bodies littered the green grass that surrounded Hogwarts, both death eaters and non-death eaters alike.

Fred… Remus… Tonks…

Harry closed his eyes in pain and fell to his knees oblivious to his bleeding wounds, Hermione next to him sat down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in comfort. Harry shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around Hermione as well, both drawing comfort from the person they thought of as a sibling. From the person who knew them better than anyone else in the world.

Harry's whole body shook as he tried to control his sobs, a mixture of pain and relief rushing though him. Hermione rubbed soothing circles into his back, feeling blood covering her hand through his tattered shirt.

It had been a difficult few months, constantly on the run hunting horcruxes. Living out of a tent with barely any food, in fact Harry couldn't remember the last time he had had a decent meal. It had all been worth it though, to get them to this point, a world free from Voldemort. A world where people no longer had to live in fear.

Just as Harry began to calm and pull away from Hermione two death eaters stepped out of the nearby line of trees and began to approach. Un noticed by anyone other than Hermione and Harry the death eaters raised their wands and yelled a curse. Harry and Hermione tensed but were unable to move quick enough to dodge as a bright yellow light flew towards them encasing them in a golden light before with a loud pop they disappeared from sight.

20 years in the future Professor McGonagall was having a busy morning. As she sat down in her chair at the head table pulling a cup of her favourite lavender tea towards her, she took a slow sip thinking of all the things that needed to get done that day. The new school year had started only a week ago and there was so much to do. The start of the school year was always the busiest time for the headmistress of Hogwarts. It took time to settle both old and new student into the school year. She was particularly not looking forward to a meeting with Mr Cormac McClaggen this morning who could not understand why his son had not been chosen has a Gryffindor prefect. To put it quite simply he did not deserve to be, far to much sneaking around the castle at night to be made a prefect in her opinion. But goodluck trying to explain that to McClaggen who thought his son could do no wrong.

She sighed rubbing her eyes and taking one last sip of tea. Just as Professor McGonagall put down her finished cup and reached for a piece of buttered toast a loud pop sounded overhead, the great hall filled will golden light and two people dropped from the ceiling into the middle of the Hufflepuff table.

Everyone in the hall froze, faces swivelling to the two unknown people laying on the Hufflepuff table. People stood on tippy toes and even on chairs and tables trying to cran their necks to get a better look at the strangers. Scorpius Malfoy stood from his position at the Slytherin table to see what the commotion was all about. He stepped around his best friend Liev Zabini silver eyes narrowing as he caught a glimpse of unruly black hair and copious amounts of blood. Malfoy's heart froze in his chest, 'what on earth had happened to these people' he thought, just as a bushy brown haired head began to move. The body attached to said head sat up opening her eyes and groaning. It appeared to be a girl of about 17 who looked vaguely familiar to Malfoy, though at this moment he couldn't remember where he may have recognised her from. She rubbed her eyes and screamed brown eyes opening wide as she slowly turned her head taking in her surroundings. At the sound of her scream the boy next to her began to stir, it was now clear to Malfoy that this other person was in fact male, though small and rather delicate looking. He to looked to be around 17 and in much worse shape than his female counterpart. As the dark haired boy sat up the girl grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close whispering in his ear, though no one could hear what she was saying.

Harry clutched his aching head as he slowly began to sit up. 'Why on earth did I fall asleep on something so damn uncomfortable'? He thought to himself as he pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes, trying to ease some of the pain. He had thought that he had heard Hermione scream a few minutes earlier but was now in to much pain to focus on whether this was true or not. Just as Harry was contemplating laying back down and going to sleep again, even if it was bloody uncomfortable, Hermione grabbed his shoulders and began whispering frantically into his ears.

"Harry, HARRY! Are you OK?"

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm OK" Harry signed as he finally opened his eyes and looked at Hermione, "I'm just a little tired".

"Harry look around" Hermione whispered "how did we get to the great hall?"

Harry rubbed his eyes again and actually started taking in his surroundings, which until that point he hadn't paid any attention to. He slowly turned his head and realised that they were in fact laying in a pile of breakfast food in the middle of the Hufflepuff table surrounded by a hall full of students. His hand was leaning in someones pancakes and he had maple syrup through is hair, yuck. As Harry kept looking around he noticed that everything looked the same but also completely different. He didn't recognise any students around him, though some did look familiar. Harry squinted in confusion, the uniforms were also slightly different to what he was use to seeing, with a strip of house color running around the entire edge of the robes.

'Just what is going on here' he thought as turned back around to face Hermione again confusion marring both their faces.

"Hermione, I don't understand, what's going on here?" Harry asked quietly.

Hermione bit her lip before answering, "I don't think that we are in our own time anymore Harry, everything looks the same but different"

Harry shook his sore head in disbelief "No, that's not possible Hermione, how on earth could we time travel without a timeturner?"

"I have no idea Harry, but I daresay that whatever that yellow spell was that hit us is the cause of all this" Hermione answered waving her hand around the hall.

Before either of them could speak again Professor McGonagall had finally gathered her wits and jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over in the process. "Harry?" she asked in disbelief, "Hermione, is that really you!?". At her words the hall grew even more silent, it was almost as if people were afraid to move. No one had seen Harry Potter or Hermione Granger in over 20 years, the two heroes of the wizarding world had disappeared without a trace from the final battlefield. How were they here now and where had they been all this time? A third year Gryffindor recovered first, standing up from his chair and yelling for all to hear "IT'S HARRY POTTER!" and just like that the quiet disappeared and chaos reigned.