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[Where does she even begin? Her head is spinning. One moment she was in the middle of Merlin knows where with Harry, crying over the loss of Ron and then...

She was in liquid with a tube shoved down her throat. Hermione rubs her neck and touches the number printed on her arm. Her tears have stopped - for the time being - but that's only because panic has set in.]

I - [Her throat is raw and she hides a cough against her hand.] My name is... [She probably shouldn't give that out.] Penelope Clearwater.

[That is an alias she once used at any rate.]

I haven't a clue where I am or why I was brought here.

[Nothing is familiar. Nothing feels like the Magical World or the Muggle World.]

Answers would be appreciated - if anyone has any to share - but if not, is there a library onboard? A place where information or...data...is kept? I don't mind doing some research for myself.

[It will distract her from losing both of her best friends in one day. As tears find their way into her eyes again, she wipes at them awkwardly.]

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...Harry? Is that you?

[ He's probably almost two years older than when she last saw him and it shows. He's gotten a smidge taller (not much) and filled out a good deal from regular food and physical labour. ]

It is. It's good to see you, but well, I'd rather have seen you back home.

[She takes in the changes with a critical eye, trying to make something logical out of the situation.]

I just saw you in the tent. [After Ron left. Which explains why she looks so pale and depressed.] I'm almost afraid to ask you how long you've been here.

Over a year, and I came in half a year past the end of the war.

It ends, you know. We make it.

...w-we...

[Happy tears, you have no idea, Harry. ~~Okay, you do know.~~]

Harry, you kill him?

He dies, and we live. You, me, Ron. We make it.

Where are you? Let me come find you.

[She doesn't have words. The image is less steady as she slides down a wall and hugs her knees to her chest.]

I'm on the thirty-second floor in room number zero-one-five.

See you soon.

[ And true to his word, in a few moments he's apparated nearby and moves to knock on her door. ]

[The door is thrown open immediately and Harry is engulfed in a tight hug. She is shaking from head to toe, but it's not all bad. Seeing him alive and well and knowing the war ends has allowed a part of her to relax.]

I really should make sure you're you.

[Though she almost wants to remain in the dark on that point. Having him here is too good.]

When you cast a Patronus, what shape does it take?

[ If he's surprised by the sudden hug and the shaking, he doesn't let it show. It's been some time, but he remembers how it felt being on the run and not knowing what would come next. ]

A stag. And I first cast it to ward of Dementors in third year. I knew I could do it, because I'd already seen it happen.

[ Fun with timeturners! ]

[His answer brings a small smile to her face. She cups his face between her hands for a moment, reassuring herself that he is whole, well and...

Older.]

Have I been here before?

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[ He nods to answer her question. ]

Quite some time ago, you or an alternate you - timelines, you know? - she was here with me for a while, but then returned home.

[ Harry firmly believes that 'going home' is a euphemism, but he's not going to get into that mess right away. ]

I'm told she left notes behind...? [She'll be wanting to see those.] I can't help but feel a little annoyed I can't remember her - my - stay.

Anyway, how are you? It must be strange to see people from different timelines.

[She isn't sure how to tell him she saw his mother already.]

Some. The ship plays with your emotions and she was looking for patterns. It's really just a log of how we felt, what we'd noticed or saw.

[ In fact, he'd brought it along and offers it to her now. The journal is plain, with daily commentary by Hermione and Harry for a few months, then just Harry's commentary.

It's just as he said, but the last two months have been neatly removed.]

I'm well enough. Kept myself plenty busy here. I've learned how to fly the shuttles.

I can keep that updated. [It's not a bad idea. Maybe there would be patterns.] Thank you.

[Her brow furrows as she notices the absence.]

Harry -

[She has a keen sense when he is keeping something from her.]

You mean you've learned how to fly space shuttles?

[ Harry beams. You just bet he has. ]

I started with a lot of the grunt work - cleaning, moving boxes, whatever - and I'm not really supposed to fly them, not exactly, but I know how. And I've done it.

[ Under less than pleasant circumstances, but that's an issue for another day. ]

[Breaking rules and risking his neck flying something far more dangerous than a broom?

Harry hasn't changed. She sighs and shakes her head.]

Have you been caught? Punishments onboard are likely extreme. [She swallows a lecture and asks:] Why are the last two months missing from these notes?

I work there, Hermione. I'm capable and qualified to fly. I ...I haven't just sat around and watched the paint dry here. Some of the other pilots think I'm too young, but no younger than the others.

[ It was just a rather steep learning curve, that's all. ]

And after you left, I was using it as more of a personal diary. That's all.

I didn't mean - [She bites her tongue and drops her gaze to her feet.] I just don't want you getting punished. It's the last thing you deserve.

[The absolute last. She wishes she could take on some of his burdens.]

You're welcome to continue. All I want are these initial notes.

You don't need to worry about that.

[ There's something unsaid there, but Harry brushes it aside and continues on with another topic.]

If you want, the last time you were here, we'd made space in my room. Put in a bed, and I've still got the rest of your things. Some books, clothing, all that.

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