Summary: In some cultures, the husband takes the wife's family's name... AU. H/Hr.
(What if Doctor Granger and Doctor Granger were really time-travelling Hermione and Harry?)

In the immortal words of Samuel L. Clemens... "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR."

Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and all associated characters and situations are the creation and property of J.K. Rowling and are used for entertainment purposes without permission or intent to profit. Even if permitting 'Cursed Child' to exist wiped out some of the gains previously made by admitting Hermione/Ron was a mistake...

Author's Note: Another one to blame "Red Dwarf" for... I happened to watch "Ouroborus" and then, well, I'm not quite sure what happened, but this resulted from it...

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"Over And Over Again"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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Doctor James Granger, more informally known as 'Jim', smiled as he closed his daughter's bedroom door after wishing her goodnight and began to make his way back to the living room where his wife waited. As soon as he had descended the steps, Doctor Jean Granger lowered her book and looked up, even though he had made no sound in his approach she had an almost preternatural ability to know where he was.

"And?" the brunette dentist asked her husband.

"She might not like the term, but if she doesn't have a crush on her classmate, I'll eat my glasses," Jim ran a hand through his own black hair, "Even then, I'm still not sure what she sees in him..."

Jean looked at him knowingly, "Opedius complex."

"...I'm not sure it's that simple," Jim countered.

"I'm surprised."

Crossing the room, Jim sat down on the arm of the couch for a moment before Jean reached over and swatted his leg with her book, causing him to move down onto the seat, "That I don't think it's that simple?"

"That you even know what simple means," Jean Granger grinned at her husband.

Jim huffed, "Says the woman who couldn't finish a sentence in our first year. 'And love', was that really so hard to say? Do you realise what I would have done for you if you had just said 'and love'?"

"Would you have still gone running off to stop 'Snape' if I had said it?" She asked, then folded her arms across her chest when Jim didn't answer, "I rest my case."

"That doesn't change the fact that you are your own daughter and she's technically falling in love with her father," Jim Granger reminded his wife.

"It's a good thing you didn't bring up that ridiculous cliche about girls and 'men like their fathers'."

"Three things; boys and women like their mothers, hair color, and Ginny Weasley."

Jean shot him a dirty look, causing him to fold his arms smugly.

"I rest my case, dear," Jim informed her, trying not to visibly savor the feeling of a rare victory against his wife too much.

"If it weren't for Bill, Fred and George, I'd curse that entire family right off the face of the earth," Jean muttered, "And I'm not sure about those three, either..."

"What about Charlie?"

"I'm still sore over him and his preserve agreeing to supply the dragons for that stupid Tournament," Jean huffed.

"That was..." Jim frowned as he tried to add up the years of two timelines before giving up, "A long time ago. You're still holding a grudge."

Jean shook her head, "It's less than five years from now, since everything seems to be happening again just like we remembered it."

"Do you think we... think that they will still end up together even if things change?" Jim asked quietly.

"I think that if she's anything like I was, she decided about five minutes after he saved her from a troll that one day she was going to be signing her first name with his last."

"Instead I'm the one that ended up signing my first name with your last," her husband pointed out.

"The mess in the Ministry isn't going to happen again," Jean said firmly, "Even if we have to get new wands and deal with Snape, Umbridge and Voldemort ourselves, they're not going to end up losing Sirius and being lost in time like we were."

"Too bad the Department of Mysteries will never know for certain what happens when a shelf full of Time Turners all are broken at once, isn't it?"

"Don't be snarky, Jim," Jean chided.

"I think I've earned the right," Jim replied defensively.

"Not to me, you haven't," Jean retorted, "Weasleys, Malfoys, Bellatrix, Death Eaters in general, anyone from Hogwarts or the Order, Dumbledore especially... but not to me."

Jim sighed after a moment, "You're right. The only times you weren't on my side were usually because Ron had gotten in between us with the Firebolt and the Tournament... makes me wonder if he knew the whole truth about house elves and wasn't saying anything just to make you look bad..."

A slow exhale preceded Jean's quiet muttering, "I wouldn't doubt it in the least."

"The problem is..." Jim began, "I start wondering that and I start wondering more and more about the way things went; facts not matching up, suddenly getting the information or training we needed, people, places, things... It all ends up seeming like it was... I don't know, scripted, I guess..."

"I take it you don't simply mean by the prophecy."

"Ha," Jim scoffed. "Too many coincidences; Dumbledore just happens to know who the unnamed 'Dark Lord' is, just happens to have members of the Order that have 'thrice defied' the assumed Dark Lord and are expecting children. Just like how Voldemort happened to be teaching there and the Philosopher's Stone was at the school for our first year. I stopped believing in coincidences like that when those Time Turners were smashed. There's coincidences and then there's..."

After he trailed off and said nothing for a few seconds, Jean spoke up, "Machinations?"

"At the least," Jim agreed firmly.

"What else were you considering calling it?"

"'Conspiracy' also works," he answered.