Hermione shuts and locks the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, head resting on a damp towel. She’s too panicked to even care that—
How? All she did after dinner and drinks was go to bed, and now she’s back in…1994. The day of the Quidditch World Cup. But— but that’s not even the strangest thing. The strangest thing is…she’s herself.
She looks in the mirror. Yep. Herself. Twenty-five-year-old body. Definitely not fifteen, as she’s supposed to be.
Or will be in a few weeks. It’s not September yet.
The rules of time travel are very clear. Don’t change anything. Don’t show yourself. And whatever you do, don’t see your past self. It will drive you mad.
Her old self isn’t here. She’s replaced herself. And not just her mind. Her body. A ten-year growth spurt overnight.
Oh, this is not good.
Bookmarked by Khalheda
14 Nov 2021