Counter Dimensions

A/N: This is a new story I came up with one night before I went to bed and I decided I would try it out. I hope you enjoy. Each chapter title is Hermione's nickname in her own dimension, so this one is from the normal Harry Potter so her nickname is Mione. Oh and yes I am aware that Dumbledore is dead but I really like him as a character.

AND THIS A REPOST I WENT BACK AND FIXED A FEW THINGS!

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For those who thought that being a witch or a wizard was weird just wait nothing has anything on my story, me-Mione(Hermione) Granger. In the levels of the universe there are many dimensions. Right now I am living the perfect life of a Slytherin Princess with Draco Malfoy by my side. See what I told you about many dimensions, many fucked up dimensions. Well it turns out I’m not the only one who was sent through space, I seem to have a counterpart. And on top of all that it’s not exactly a happy place where I live now. My new world has no Harry and no Dumbledore. The bitter truth is that Harry died and Dumbledore disappeared over the summer following 6th year. Ron is being held captive be Death Eaters and the world is run by Voldemort. This is my diary, I guess you could say, of what happened up until now.

I guess I’ll start with when I was at the Burrow. I had spent the first part of summer with my parents and had decided to spend the rest of it with Harry and Ron at the Weasley’s so of course my parents didn’t mind. They just wanted me to have fun and be safe. Safe, ha, like there really was a such thing as safe around Harry. Well back to the story; my parents had promised they would meet me at King’s Cross Station on the day I had to leave to wish me farewell. I spent most of my time goofing off with Ginny and performing small beauty spells. I made my hair less fizzy and more curly and added blonde highlights. When Ron saw me for the first time after I did it he almost fainted. It was quite hilarious. The summer seemed to go by too fast and I soon found myself at King’s Cross Station telling my parents goodbye. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and I were about to pass through the barrier, it was going to be Ginny and then me, and then Harry and Ron. Ginny had just gone through and I was making my run for the barrier. Before I came out, though, I blacked out, or was knocked out; either way I was out cold.

I don’t remember anything from while I was out just the sound of voices. The next thing I know I’m waking up in a very fancy bed in a very fancy bedroom. At first I was just shocked, but then as I tried to sit up and found that I couldn’t because there was an arm around me and it had tightened as I moved; I initially began to freak out. I slowly rolled over to see who I was being held captive by and my freakish nature turned to pure terror. I jumped out of the bed and slammed myself into a wall, literally.

The man stretched and yawned then looked at me. “What’s the matter, Rini?” (pronounced ree-knee)

“What are you on about Malfoy? And where the bloody hell am I?” I screamed at the attractive blonde.

The one and only Draco Malfoy stared at me in a hurt manor. “Baby, are you ok?”

“Baby? Baby! What is this Malfoy, some sick twisted trick of yours?” I was trembling from the adrenaline rush of being a bit scared.

He walked over to me and placed the back of his hand to my cheek, trying to calm me down. “Babe,-”

“What happened? One minute I’m going through the barrier, the next I’m here in bed with you?” I said with disgust taking a step back.

His well known Malfoy smirk spread across his face like butter on hot toast. “Oh and being in bed with me is a bad thing?”

I slapped him. “Gross, like that would ever happen.”

“Already has babe, remember, my house over the summer.” he said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Ugh… Just wait Harry and Ron will be here any minute and they’ll save me from you.” I said completely sure of that fact. I mean why would my best friends let this ferret take me hostage?

He started laughing. “Seriously baby, what’s wrong with you? Potter’s dead you know that and Weasley’s being held captive by Sirius.”

“Sirius? Malfoy Sirius is dead, he died 5th year. He fell through the veil in the Department of Mystery's at the Ministry.”

He gave me a confused look. “Ok I think we need to take you to the nurse or something because you’re acting strange. You kow none of that happened, you were there.”

“Me? No you’re acting strange. Why the hell would you at all be interested in me or my well-being, I am after all only a mud blood?” I figured if I threw that at him snap out of whatever it was that was affecting him like this, but I was wrong.

A fit of rage crossed his eyes only for a second and then disappeared. “Rini what the hell, you are not a mudblood, you’re pureblood.”

I gaped at him. “P-pu-pureblood?” No that wasn't possible.

“Yes. What’s wrong with you, Rini? It’s really starting to scare me.” he really did look scared and that scared me even more than I already was.

“I don’t know, but why do you keep calling me Rini?”

“That’s your nickname. No one calls you Hermione unless they want to get hexed.”

“Ok.”

“Baby I think you might have amnesia. You don’t remember anything?”

I scoffed. “Not in your loony bin of a world you got going on up there in that pretty little head.” I pointed at his head.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “Yes but you love this pretty little head.” he leaned in to kiss me but I pulled away. “That’s it, get dressed I’m taking you to the nurse.” He stormed over to the wardrobe, in which during that moment I saw that he was only in his boxers and I started blushing. He turned back around. “Well come on I know you remember how to get dressed. And stop blushing you’ve seen more than this, I assure you.” he didn't try to sound mean but he had.

That only made me blush more, but I walked over to the wardrobe with him and pulled out jeans and a tank top. “Malfoy, what’s going on? How did Harry die?” I asked as I walked into the bathroom to change.

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Rini, you know the Dark Lord killed him over the summer.” he heard me gasp and came running to the bathroom door. “What happened? Are you ok?”

A tear rolled across my cheek and I wiped it away. “Yeah I’m fine, just stumped my toe that’s all.”

I heard him sigh and go back to putting his clothes on. “Are you finished yet?” he asked not long after.

“Yeah.” I walked out covering my mid-drift. It seems the top I chose what a just a tad short. “Do you think this is too short?”

“No, now come on.” he grabbed my hand and tangled our fingers together. “You must have seriously been drugged or hit your head really hard or something. I’ve never seen you like this.” he paused. “But I must admit it is a turn on.”

I blushed as he pulled me through Hogwarts. I recognized it but just barely, apparently I wasn’t living in a world run by the majority of good anymore. Everything was dark and forboding, how could anyone ever be happy here? I found myself asking my conscious“Is this still a school?”

“Yes. Only that oaf Dumbledore is finally gone.” I glared at him but changed my posture when he turned to look at me. “You really don’t know anything do you?”

“No.” I didn't know if I was admitting it as amnesia or if I was admitting that I didn't know anything of this world.

He shook his head and dragged me the rest of the way to the Hospital Wing. “Madam Pomfrey!” no answer came. “Madam Pomfrey!” he yelled louder.

There was a scurrying of feet from her tiny office and she appeared. “Yes Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger? What is it?”

“Don’t use that tone with me.” Malfoy demanded and Pomfrey prickled and stepped back.

“Yes sir.” I stared in shock at the behavior of the woman I had come to know as stubborn and hard as a rock. “May I ask what is wrong?”

“That’s better.” he paused and pushed me towards her. “Rini seems to have lost her memory. I think she has amnesia.”

Madam Pomfrey nodded and made me sit down on a bed. “Well Mr. Malfoy, do you know what happened to her that caused her to pass out the other day?”

“The other day?” I shrieked, I thought it had been a few hours or so.

“Yes two days ago. No ma’am, the only thing I know is that she passed out when we came through the barrier together.”

“Yes, yes, ok. If you’ll just leave her here with me I’ll run some tests and we should have our answer in no time.”

He nodded. “I’ll be back at lunch, I have class.” he kissed my cheek and then walked out.

“Madam Pomfrey, what’s going on?” I asked as soon as the door closed behind him.

She went into her office and brought out some bottles. “What do you mean, my dear?” I could tell from her voice that something wasn't right.

“Is Harry really dead? And where is Dumbledore? Why is the school so dark looking?”

“Oh dear Merlin.” she practically ran over to me and placed a hand over my mouth. “Don’t talk like you care around here, child.” she whispered and recovered her hand.

“Why?”

“If Headmistress Umbridge hears you talking like that you could get detention. I doubt it, though, with your bloodline.” she paused. “He-who-must-not-be-named is in charge now. Harry died, and Dumbledore is in hiding.” she whispered.

I formed an ‘o’ with my mouth and nodded. “Do you know what’s wrong with me?”

“I’m not sure.” she paused and opened a bottle. “Here drink this.” she handed it to me.

I looked at it cautiously but drank it nonetheless. “What will it do?”

“It should tell me if you’ve been cursed into thinking this way. Which would be better than you just thinking this way.”

“Thinking what way?”

“The nice way.” she said matter-of-factly.

I glared at her. “Excuse me? Are you saying I’m not nice?”

“Precisely.” she said as she looked me up and down.

“Well have you found you’re answer yet?” I asked as she inspected me. I was getting tired of her glare and could start to understand why I might not be the nicest person here in this world. How could anyone be nice here in this hell?

“No curse. Hmmm…” she grabbed another bottle and basically forced it down my throat.

“What will this do?”

“Oh would you stop asking me questions and let me run my tests.”

I huffed. “Fine.” What a bitch.

After several bottles later and a few interruptions from regular students we were finished and Draco was coming in.

“Do you know what’s wrong with her?”

“Yes Mr. Malfoy, it seems to be amnesia.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes woman I know that I already told you that. But how did she get it?’

“That I don’t know. I ran every test imaginable and they all came out negative. All I can say is make her as comfortable as you can and to try and recover her memory.”

“Fine.” He took my hand and dragged me out of the room. “I wonder what’s wrong with her?” he muttered to himself.

“You do know I’m right here.” I said rolling my eyes at his exlimation and obvious rudeness.

He wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’m sorry baby, I’m just worried about you.”

I removed his hand. “Well don’t be.”

“I’m your boyfriend and I have a right to be.”

“If you say so Malfoy.” I said walking away from where we had stopped.

“Stop with the Malfoy.” he nearly yelled. “It hurts.” he whispered.

At first I didn’t take him seriously and almost laughed, but then I looked in this eyes and saw the pain. “I’m sorry.” I whispered back.