The first of my AI-assisted Harry Potter fanfic set in an alternate timeline where Harry dies in 1981 and Hermione and Draco are sorted into Ravenclaw. It’s not perfect but the audacity of such an undertaking requires me to take small steps, just to see how it feels. If you like, you can listen to the song “In Two” by Nine Inch Nails while reading it.

“Your grandfather’s journals mentioned dimensional folding through pain thresholds,” she whispered urgently, her teeth grazing his collarbone as the hand that bore Abraxas Malfoy’s cursed signet ring gripped her by the hair. The air crackled with quantum potential as she bit into Draco’s shoulder, her moan fracturing into harmonic overtones that warped the Room of Requirement’s walls. The Faraday cage—a fusion of copper wiring and Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder – pulsed with iridescent equations from Hermione’s levitating grimoire, their shimmering fractals rewriting spacetime as Muggle electromagnetic theory collided with quantum arithmancy. “Sensory superposition means we’re both here and…” Her words dissolved into a gasp as Draco’s wand traced a Klein-Gordon equation along her thigh, the tip glowing crimson with stolen horcrux energy.

“… And entangled in the Department of Mysteries’ archives,” Draco finished, his breath hitching when her grimoire flipped open mid-air. “You realize we’re violating six principles of magical thermodynamics.” His laugh dissolved into a gasp as he covered her mouth with his and the grimoire floated in a cloud of electric blue plasma, pages flashing with equations that made the Room of Requirement’s geometry weep.  Equations from Einstein’s Apparition theorems swirled around them, transmuting sweat into liquid starlight that pooled in the hollow of Hermione’s collarbones. The copper wires of her Faraday cage hummed at 440 Hz – A4, the tuning fork frequency masking their cries from Ministry surveillance spells.  Draco arched against her, wand hand trembling as he counter-rotated a protean charm along her spine.

“Einstein’s Apparition wasn’t about transportation,” Hermione whispered desperately into his ear. “It’s sensory superposition—oh God, there— “she closed her eyes and moaned, surrendering.  “– the reason your Dark Mark never burned.” Their joined magic warped the mattress into a Klein bottle configuration, every gasp echoing through folded spacetime. Their entangled screams tore through the wave function, birthing a wormhole, fusing with the runaway horcrux energy—a supernova of classified data erupting from their bodies to scorch the Minister’s lies from history.

“Granger… Hermione… if we phase just one Planck length—”

“—we’ll see what happened to Harry.” Her nails drew blood-magic sigils on his back, the pattern mirroring Neville’s venomous aconite grafts in the hidden greenhouse. As their magical cores synchronized at 13 Hz—the frequency of Voldemort’s horcrux network—the world dissolved into pure information.

She strained against him, fingernails clawing the Dirac matrices she’d inked on his back. “The Planck length – now, Draco – now! “Their joined magic ripped through spacetime’s fabric, revealing fleeting glimpses of Godric’s Hollow – a black-haired toddler’s laughter, Lily Potter’s protective charm blooming like supernova.

Time fractured into intervals and gasps as Draco’s thrusts synchronized with the resonance frequency of the Faraday cage—each collision of flesh hurling Schrödinger fractals that bloomed across their sweat-slicked skin. The air thickened with ionized desire, her fingernails carving non-Euclidean geometries into his shoulders while his teeth bit down on the paradox of her name—Granger-Malfoy-Mine—until blood and magic fused and triggered quantum entanglement, her spine like a bow drawn tight as his fingers dug into the supple curve of her hips. She gasped as his magic surged through her bloodstream like electricity, every thrust sparking equations from her grimoire that burned living tattoos onto their skin.  The Room of Requirement’s walls warped into a Moebius strip of raw sensation, every nerve ending firing in hex code as their climax ripped through Voldemort’s surveillance spells like Godric Gryffindor’s sword through basilisk flesh.

When collapse came, it left Draco’s silver hair streaked with temporal paradoxes and Hermione’s skin glittering with Hawking radiation. “You realize,” he panted against her quantum-entangled pulse point, “this makes us walking annihilation events?”

When coherence returned, they lay twinned in a puddle of liquid starlight and gravitational anomalies. Draco pressed his lips to Hermione’s scar, feeling the pulsing energy of the forbidden horcrux—a stark reminder of the war they had just reenacted across time and space.

She kissed him deeply, triumphantly tasting their forbidden knowledge. “Then we’ll swallow every last Death Eater whole.”

Later, tangled in ionized sheets, Draco stared at his hand passing through solid matter. “You’ve made me your most dangerous experiment.”

Hermione’s smile held event-horizon darkness. “We’ve weaponized the observer effect. Tomorrow, we collapse the Minister’s wave function.”