Broken Wands and Worlds (Apra and RPM)

[Apra the Warrioress]

Voldemort was dead. That much Hermione was sure of.

And now she was with Ron Weasley. That much she was sure of, too.

What the bloody hell had she been thinking?

It wasn't that Ron was a bad bloke. Quite the contrary. He, her and Harry had been the best of friends for the last seven years. It was just that Ron was kind of, well goofy.

Ron meant well. And he did bring loyalty, determination, not to mention the support system of the Weasley family to the table. But Hermione needed someone who was more her equal. Someone like Harry. Not Harry, of course. He was too much like a brother to Hermione after all this time. But someone like him. Smart, capable, determined.

Truth be told, Hermione had no experience at all dating. Oh, sure, for the last few years, she had no problem getting dates to the dances and other social events. But she had never actually dated anyone. Had an actual boyfriend. She had been too busy fighting for her life against Voldemort and his allies. So in the last few weeks, when it was uncertain which way the war was going to go, eighteen year old Hermione had latched on to the closest thing she could find to a romantic relationship.

But now Voldemort was dead. And now Ron Weasley was her boyfriend.

So she stood on the bridge, smile plastered on her face, holding Ron's hand, and making sure no one could see the doubt she was feeling inside.

And then Hermione didn't have to worry about her doubt anymore. When Harry broke the wand in two and threw it into oblivion, it broke into more pieces. Five pieces in all. And nearby, five virgins who had been battling Voldemort disappeared. Including Hermione Granger.

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Somewhere, there is a beach. A warm, sunny beach where the birds cry out over the water, where the rainforest runs right up to a golden, pristine beach, where waterfalls and lakes can be seen through gaps in the foliage, and where two bamboo structures stood, one labeled MENS CHANGING ROOM, and the other WOMENS CHANGING ROOM. Underneath the sign for the women's changing room, someone had scrawled "Wardrobe changes available inside, free of charge."

Suddenly, five people appeared on that beach. Considering that they had just been through a life-altering battle, they looked fairly decent. Of course, the change of clothes might have helped.

Neville Longbottom's face still looked bloodied, but other than some stiffness, he felt much better than when he had appeared on the beach. Gone were his ripped sweater and slacks and other bloodied garb, not to mention his wand and the sword. He found himself instead wearing oversized surfer shorts and a green tank top that reached several inches past his waist. His feet were bare, but the sand felt soothing ln his feet and between his toe.

Neville wasn't the only wardrobe change though, and probably the least disconcerting.

Twenty-year old Angelina Johnson found herself also standing on the beach barefoot. But instead of something like Neville was wearing, she found herself wearing flimsy purple underwear, with a black, translucent wrap on top.

Harry's one time dance date, Padma Patil, ended up in a better position. She appeared on the beach wearing a knee length white terry cloth robe and nothing else, but at least it was closed and fully covered.

Now twenty-one year old Fleur Delacour also showed up on the beach barefoot, but she was only wearing a semi-translucent nightgown and skimpy panties underneath.

Hermione Granger probably suffered the worst of the lot. She appeared barefoot also, her long hair tied neatly in a ponytail behind her, wearing ragged cutoffs and a sleeveless white blouse. The blouse was transparent, however, and it was obvious that Hermione wasn't wearing a bra beneath her top.

There was wide eyed stares as the group remained motionless for a few seconds, and then Hermione spotted the dressing rooms. Crossing her arms over her chest, Hermione screamed, "Don't look, Neville!" as she and the other young women ran to the women's changing room, disappearing inside.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Neville was tired. The battle had been won at last, the horrible seventh year at Hogwarts was brought to a close. Throughout the year, he had been subject to tortures and violence like never before, from the Cruciatus Curse to any number of creative punishments his Death Eater Professors could come up with. It had left his body physically weakened to a state he, at one point, thought he would never recover from.

Thankfully, he had found the Room of Requirement once again, giving him a hideout from school, which also ended up helping the Order eventually overthrow the Tyranny that ruled his school. Neville managed to recover, with only a few scars scattered across his body. Throughout the battle, he had managed a few more scars, but the memories in his mind would stick with him until the end of days; Nagini's head sailing through the air, the sword of Godric Gryffindor in his grasp, chopping the head clean from the snake's body. Voldemort turning to ash, defeated by the wizard he had orphaned. And Bellatrix LeStrange, slain by the mother of Neville's first crush. Despite the significance of Voldemort's death, Bellatrix dying was by far his favourite moment of the night.

So here he was, sitting back on the steps, holding back tears as he looked on at the idle form of one of the Weasley twins - he was embarrassed that even now, he could not tell the twins apart. And his former professor, Remus Lupin. And even Lavender, who seemed to be nursing a bite on her neck. It was all too much for him. And then, a light filled his vision, and he disappeared.

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"Oof." he groaned, collapsing into the sand. Wait... Sand? There wasn't sand at Hogwarts? Is that... the ocean?

Neville looked up, finding himself on some sort of beach. What magic was this? The ocean nearby, and beside him? Hermione, Padma, Angelina, and Fleur? What on Earth was going on? He felt his mouth go dry as he looked on, not realising he was staring. It was only when Hermione shouted not to look, that he finally looked away, embarrassed by what he had seen.

As the witches ran off, Neville tenderly rose to his feet. His right wrist was in pain, sprained, hopefully. But looking around, he had no clue where he was.

His hand moved to his back pocket, finding his wand. "Lumos." He said softly, but no response. "Expelliarmus. Accio. For fuck sake." He swore, finding the wand useless. He hadn't felt this helpless since Hermione had petrified him in their first year. What was going on?

 

[Apra the Warrioress]

"Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?" Fleur exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that the other women in the changing hut were English, not French.

Fortunately, among Hermione's many talents was an understanding of French.

"I...I think...I don't know," she said with a shake of her hand. One moment, she was worried about how to tell Ron she really didn't want to be his girlfriend, the next, she was standing on a strange beach.

Where Neville Longbottom, for all practical purposes, saw me topless, she thought to herself, looking down at the transparent top she was wearing. Suddenly, a thought came to her, and she began patting herself down. "My wand is missing," she said. "Does anyone else have their wand?"

None of the other young women had their wands either.

"Maybe Neville has his wand," Angelina suggested.

"I'll go ask him. I'm probably the most presentable," Padma offered, tightening her robe around herself. Padma said this while looking pointedly at Hermione's nipples. Hermione blushed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Stepping out of the changing room, Padma shouted to Neville. "Neville, do you have your wand?"

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Neville looked up as he heard Padma's voice, asking if he had his wand. His hand rose, displaying the thin cherry wood wand. "I... I have my wand. But I can't cast anything." He exclaimed. To demonstrate his point, he aimed into the air and yelled "Expelliarmus." Not even a puff of smoke came from it though. For all intents and purposes, this wand was just a stick.

"It doesn't look like magic works here... wherever here is." Neville told the girl. Looking down at his own clothing, it was odd that he had appeared in the perfect clothing for this area, whereas all the girls needed to get changed. He didn't mind the view that they had briefly given them. But to his embarrassment, thinking back at Hermione and even Fleur, he could feel his arousal grow, an erection forming in his shorts. Not ideal, considering the shorts did very little to hide his growing bulge.

 

[Apra the Warrioress]

If Padma had noticed the evidence of Neville's "excitement," she didn't act like it. Instead, she nodded and said, "Better get comfortable, Neville. We may be in here for awhile." She paused before adding, "You might want to look around, but don't stray too far away. No idea what sort of surprises might be in store on this island." With that, Padma ducked back inside the women's changing hut to relay the information she had garnered to the other women.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Neville nodded, putting his wand away and beginning to explore. The sand, and the weather, was hot. It was thankfully not to an unpleasant extreme, just comfortable enough while quickly working up a bit of a sweat. Neville admittedly had never been to a beach before. His grandmother was not fond of muggle-only areas, places she labelled as such because there was no magical component to it, and nothing to keep the muggles away. She was not the type to hate muggles, of course, but she believed some separation with the magical was always good. So this was his first time feeling sand beneath his feet, and experiencing the ocean so vividly.

The nature on the island was breathtaking too, trees as far as the eye could see, and he thought he could hear a waterfall nearby. Opting not to go too far without the others, Neville turned back, hoping the girls wouldn't be too much longer.

 

[Apra the Warrioress]

"Good news is that Neville has his wand," Padma advised. "Bad news is that it doesn't work."

Hermione considered that for a moment. It could mean that wands and magic and such didn't work here, Or perhaps whatever translocated them to wherever they were had done something to the environment where magic didn't temporarily work.

Or...and Hermione didn't mean to be unkind with her thoughts, just practical...it could be reflective of Neville's capabilities. If someone more capable was wielding a wand, they might be able to make it work. Like Ron, Neville wasn't a bad bloke, just...

Hermione interrupted herself to remind herself that Neville had actually stepped up by wielding the sword of Gryffindor and killing Nagina.

Hermione was in serious danger of getting lost in her internal debate when her thoughts were interrupted by Fleur asking, "I thought there would be new clothes we could change into."

As soon as Fleur said that, a slot appeared in the wall, with a sign above it saying "Deposit all clothes here to receive new wardrobe."

"Oh, bloody hell will I strip down to nothing to see what pops out," Angelina declared.

"Well, we can't hide here all day," Padma rebutted.

"Before we do any of that," Hermione interjected, "Would you ask Neville what kind of wand he has, Padma?"

Padma gave a little smirk before again tightening her robe and going outside.

"Neville, you about?" she shouted. "Hermione wants to know what type of wand you have."

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Neville glanced up as Padma called out again, confused at the question. Why was that important? "Uh... Cherry wood with a unicorn hair core. I... I don't remember the length. Maybe nine inches?" He suggested. He approached the changing area, where Padma stood, ensuring he stood on the opposite side of the door to where she held it open, so he did not accidentally peek inside. "Here... just be careful with it." He said cautiously, handing his wand over to Padma. He figured they could attempt to use it, if Neville was somehow cursed with a lack of magic presently. Just as his confidence with magic was at an all-time high, he was turned into a squib. Merlin, it was as if fate had it out for him! "How long until you guys are decent? We need to figure out some sort of plan?"

 

[Apra the Warrioress]

"Yes, well, we have to sort some things out, Neville," Padma replied, taking the wand with one hand. Neville's comment about getting decent reminded Padma that, under that thick terry cloth robe she was wearing (which fortunately revealed nothing more than her ankles and bare feet), she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Blushing, she clutched the lapel of her robe together with her free hand. "You're going to have to be patient while we do."

And stay away from the entrance," she added., ducking back into the changing hut. As if to emphasize Padma's point, a barely visible bubble suddenly appeared around the entrance of the hut. The bubble expanded just enough to push Neville backwards a dozen steps or so before disappearing with a barely audible 'pop.'

Inside the hut, Padma found the other three women discussing what to do about their wardrobes.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be anything to do but stirp and chuck our clothes, if we want something better to wear," Hermione concluded.

the other young women reluctantly agreed, and with varying degrees of embarrassment, the four removed their clothing and put them in the designated slot. During the removal of their clothing, the women kept their eyes averted from the others.

Well, mostly averted. All four women noted something different about their own bodies, but only Fleur seemed to have the courage to broach the subject.

"I do not wish to be crass, but..." Fleur paused, then continued hesitantly "I am not in the habit of removing all my hair...down there."

The other young women also admitted (beet red) that they had never shaved "down there," though they were all as smooth as silk now between their legs.

The women placed all their clothes in the designated slot. A sign above the slot appeared that read "Processing." The embarrassed women fidgeted impatiently as they waited.

Outside, above the changing hut, a giant, cartoonish "thought bubble" appeared that read, "Processing. Do not approach. This means you Neville."

 

[RoleplayMaster]

"Of course, of course. Take your time." Neville said, understanding that they were in a worse position than himself, as they had appeared on this island wearing practically underwear. Sighing, he sat down beside the hut, and a moment later, he felt like he was moving...

Looking down, he noticed how he was somehow being pushed along the ground, and panic began to settle in. He almost screamed for help, until the bubble suddenly popped out of existence. Panting, the man stood, seeing the trail his ass had made along the ground, and the thought bubble that had now appeared above the hut. "What on earth... Are you guys using magic?" He called the last part out. With the cartoony nature of the thought bubble, he could not see that as some muggle structure.

 

[Apra the Warrioress]

"Well, yes, but not of our doing," Hermione called out from inside the structure. "Just give us a few more minutes, Neville."

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Neville nodded, forgetting for a moment that they couldn't see him. "No worries. Take your time." He said again, looking out across the horizon. There was no sign of any other land, nor boats or broomsticks. He hoped that someone knew what had happened and was working at this very moment to get them home.