Erised, and What Harry and Hermione Saw There
(a revision of the 2011 version)
an Harry Potter fanfiction
by Andrew yclept Aelfwine
The characters and situations of the Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. They may not be used or reproduced commercially without permission. The use of these characters and situations is not to be construed as challenge to said copyright. They are merely borrowed for this work of non-commercial fanfiction, from which the author derives no financial benefit.
Warnings: First Year AU. Yours truly. Harry/Hermione. Hugging, cheek-kisses, and general sappiness. Imperfect yet non-evil Dumbledore.
So, I was thinking about putting this fic on Archive of Our Own, and I realised it needed some work. Eight hundred words later, plus some pruning of unnecessary dialogue tags and ellipses, here it is.
Harry Potter made his way back to Gryffindor Tower from the room with the amazing mirror. He was elated at his discovery, but somehow he knew that it would be a thousand times better if only he could share it with a friend. Maybe Ron will be up. I know he's missed his Mum and Dad and his baby sister this Christmas, so I'm sure he'd love to see them even if it's only in a mirror. But once he'd got through the portrait hole he saw that Hermione was sitting awake with a book, reading by candlelight. There was nobody else in the room. He wasn't used to her sitting up this late in the Common Room, but then again classes weren't in session yet. Lavender and Parvati weren't back yet, but perhaps Hermione found the dorm too lonely without them? The boys' dorm would have been pretty lonely if Ron hadn't stayed, now that he thought of it.
Hermione had returned to Hogwarts yesterday evening, earlier than the other returning pupils, well before the start of term. He'd been surprised to see her walk into the Great Hall, just before dinner, walking side by side with Professor MacGonagall. He'd felt very funny inside, which he supposed must have come from being so surprised. He'd wanted to leap up from the table, run to his friend, and fling his arms about her, which was a thing he'd never done with anyone before, but something had made him think it wouldn't look right and might embarrass her, so instead he'd waited until she came over and sat down with himself and Ron. And instead of hugging her, he'd offered her his hand to shake. She'd smiled, and held onto his hand longer than anyone else had ever done, so it must have been enough.
He started to creep up the stairs to find Ron, but then he thought better of it. Ron was probably asleep by now, and he didn't like to be awakened. Besides, they'd gone exploring night before last, and hadn't found much of anything, so Harry suspected Ron would grumble at him and go back to sleep. Instead, he took the cloak off and sat down beside Hermione on the couch. She gave a little squeak, as if she'd been lost in her book and hadn't noticed him coming in, but then she smiled at him and he felt as if the room had suddenly got much brighter. "Hullo, Harry. I thought you'd gone to sleep hours ago."( "I've found something wonderful...Collapse )