With a sly wink to Hermione, who was looking more confused by Harry's reaction than the existence of Dumbledore, living and breathing. She watched with amusement, as he cast a quick glamour over Harry.
Harry was oblivious to the spell, as his reflection changed in the bathroom mirror.
Harry's wild hair replaced by a flowing, leonine mane of curls. She felt a twinge of jealousy, as she followed her friend out of the toilets. Despite enjoying the joke, she hoped it faded before they reached the dungeon... and Professor Snape. She rather suspected the Potions Master didn't like Harry, even more than Gryffindors in general. He'd do something nasty, make the glamour a reality, or just make fun of him.
But, the speed of the glamour was impressive, as she tried to recall the details. She smiled absently, and nodded when Harry looked back to her.
For Harry it was a more confusing than amusing experience. The dizzying effect of experiencing that compressed time, and the re-writing of History. He was just glad Dumbledore was restored, and didn't want to press his luck too much. He ignored also the amused smile on Hermione's face, and the smirks from the other students he passed. As the boy who lived, he was used to being stared at. He knew that for everyone else Dumbledore had never died, and Voldemort was now completely dead. He shared Hermione's smile, even as his brain teased him with worries about the remaining Death-eaters, and other dark thoughts.
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