Hermione Granger has lost a best friend, a brother. Now, she's desperate enough to be reckless. And so, the brightest witch of her age makes a fool move. She goes back to the past to defeat Voldemort now that she knows enough.
Except, things don't go as planned and she goes back more than she expected. She's in the body of an eleven-year-old with her best friend's parents as classmates.
me, wearing nothing but a sheer plunge-neck ballgown that’s plastered to my skin from the rain, soaking wet and trembling with cold and fatigue as i stand outside the entrance to the castle: p-please help me ;) i’m s-so lost and s-scared ;) ;) i have no where to stay for the night ;) ;) ;)
the sexy vampire lady who answered the door, and to whom the castle belongs: of course ;) you poor thing ;) ;) come inside, you must be freezing… you may stay as long as you need to recover from your ordeal ;) ;) ;)
CW: sick character (Kya) and death in later chapters.
Prologue
Kya was happy to know that her kid wasn’t alone in this trying times. She was happy to know that, while she was stuck in a hospital bed about to die, her son had a boyfriend to keep his spirits up. And Zuko, no less, her boy’s best friend. She knew that if there was someone who could support him in these times, it would be him. So, she approved, and she made it very clear to Sokka.
The problem, however, was that Sokka was not dating Zuko. Not at all.
They were friends and nothing more, and he doesn’t know where the fuck did his mom get that idea from. He should have told her that he was indeed not dating his best friend, however her words stopped him instantly.
“I’m glad you have someone, my boy.” Her voice had been oh so frail. “I feared you would isolate yourself, but I’m so happy to see that you aren’t.”
She had looked so happy that he hadn’t wanted to burst her bubble. Those smiles were so rare now and he just couldn’t be the cause to make her stop. So he just nodded and smiled at her.
“Thank you, mom.” He had taken her hand and had squeezed once. His mom squeezed back.
They stayed like that, in silence, for a while. Sokka knew he was getting himself in a difficult situation, but he really didn’t know what to do to get out of it without making her feel bad. He didn’t want her to think that he was isolating himself, even though he knew that he hadn’t been really attending game night consistently since she got hospitalized. He knew what he was doing, but she didn’t need to know. She didn’t need to feel bad for him.
“Are you happy?” she asked suddenly.
Sokka had very pointedly not dedicated that thought a lot of time. He didn’t either this time. He smiled with what he hoped was a smitten look and nodded. “Yeah,” he muttered, knowing his mom would need a vocalization. His voice was rough, maybe because he was lying to his dying mom or maybe because he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“That’s good,” she muttered, nodding to herself. “You need to bring him to meet us soon,” she had continued, tiredly.
“You have known Zuko for years.”
She hummed. “Yes, but not as your boyfriend.”
And then Katara had walked into the room. And that had been that.
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first atla fic! I won’t be posting the complete chapters here every time I post them on ao3, but I will be posting the links :) This is a sad fic, just so you know. But also fun, there’s fake dating and everything that it entails. Hope you like it.