"Hogwarts Turned Upside Down"

Description: Harry's 7th year at Hogwarts and everything seems to get turned upside-down. The United State's Salem Academy comes for a visit and things start to heat up! Non-canon! Slash and lemons.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! I make no profit from writing this story other than the pleasure of writing this story.

AN: I promise this chapter's longer than the last one. Thank you to those who reviewed, I appreciate the awesome comments! It's people like you to inspire me to keep writing so I will.

It seemed that the graduating class of Salem Institute were the only ones currently studying at Hogwarts. The students were well versed in almost all of the subjects that the Hogwarts students were studying and kept up well with the entire class. However, the Americans were more artistic than anyone could have predicted. Instead of having free periods, Salem's witches and wizards were in some sort of recreational class like art or music. While a select few from Hogwarts were in the choir or the band, all of the kids from across the water either sang or played an instrument, or both. They also studied art history and could be often found outside or in a hallway painting, sculpting, or sketching.

Harry never really thought of the other schools besides Hogwarts as he never really had the time. But seeing the new students made him wonder about all of the other schools that were around the world. How many were there? Did they learn the same subjects? Did they know about Hogwarts?

He also discovered that the American students preferred muggle sports rather than the ones most common among the wizarding world. While they were impressed by the dexterity of Quidditch, more often than not the Salem students could be seen with a soccer ball or American football or a Frisbee. During Quidditch practice, Harry could spot a row or two of people below just jogging, sprinting, or running drills with a ball or two.

It came as no surprise that the American girls were obsessed with talking to and getting to know the boys from Hogwarts. A few of them would talk about how "sexy" their accents were and, quite frankly, the British males were eating up the attention. It was refreshing to have new faces around the castle.

During mid-October Harry soon discovered that not all things were as they seemed with their visiting school mates.

Taking his late night walk the Boy Who Lived let his feet lead him to the Astronomy tower. Upon closer inspection he heard voices carrying through the stairwell. They were muffled but with stealth that surprised himself he made his way out onto the open tower and hid himself in a dark corner. Despite his Invisibility Cloak, Harry learned that just because he couldn't be seen didn't mean he couldn't be heard. It seemed as though a small group of girls were gathered around a prone figure that seemed to have taken up the fetal position.

"God, you're such a loser. Why did you even bother coming here? You should've just stayed home- oh wait…you don't have a home, do you?"

Harry felt a stab of sympathy pierce his gut before it gave way to a boiling anger. His history with his relatives made him realize that it was only Hogwarts that he could call his true home. He was about to interrupt the circle of offenders when the Astronomy tower door burst open with a loud "BANG!"

"How'd I know your fat ass would be up here beatin' on my girl, Brittany? Don't you have something better to do than jump a girl seven to one, like, I don't know, eat a suckling pig?"

"You'd better take that back, Jackie!" The Brittany girl turned her attention to the girl standing at the door.

While they were distracted, Harry made his way over to the prone girl and lightly pressed a hand to her mouth to keep her silent. The young lady jumped but refrained from making a sound. She felt her heart jump out of her throat when she heard a slight whisper.

"Are you hurt?"

She shook her head.

"Stay here. I'll wait until they all leave."

The girl didn't reply but returned her focus to her savior.

"-and so help me, if you even think about touching her again, you'll wish I'd just knock you out. Now leave before I really start to get pissed!"

Brittany, apparently, felt threatened enough that she and her friends made a quick exit through the doors. When she felt the coast was clear, Jackie hurried over to the injured student and immediately fell to her knees, embracing the prone figure.

"I was so worried when you didn't show up." Jackie whispered.

Harry's eyebrows lifted slightly. "I guess she's a good friend of hers."

"I'm sorry. I was finishing up my monologue up here when she cornered me."

Jackie pulled away and frowned. "You know better than to be alone this time of night. Especially, when Brit gets into one of her moods."

A sigh. "I know but it's so…peaceful up here."

"I don't care! You had me worried sick!" Jackie then proceeded to kiss her friend. Deeply.

"Okay…so more than friends at this point." Harry felt himself…moved. He could tell just by looking at the two girls that it was more than just mild experimentation or close friendship that they felt. Oddly, he wasn't disgusted or turned on. He felt…proud. That was when he cleared his throat.

The two girls froze before breaking apart. Jackie had her wand out in a flash but her partner stilled her hand.

"It's okay, Jack. He's a friend."

Jackie looked skeptical but lowered her wand. "Who are you?"

Harry walked out of the shadows he was in and dropped his cloak. "My name's-"

"Harry-freakin'-Potter!"

Jackie raised an eyebrow at her lover who then looked slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, a little carried away."

Harry felt himself blush slightly but was thankful there was no moon out that night. "I get that a lot."

The one who was attacked just minutes before held out her hand. "I'm Kristin Philippi and this is my girlfriend, Jacqueline Estrada. You can call me Kris!"

Harry shook the hand offered firmly before turning to Jackie. "That was some display there."

Jackie frowned and crossed her arms. "Brittany's a bitch. She's always picking on Kristin for something or another. It doesn't help that she's out of the closet. I grew up in a rough neighborhood so girls like that don't impress me much."

Kristin laid a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder and smiled slightly. "I ignore her but sometimes she just doesn't care. I'm sorry to cut this short but I'm extremely tired and I'm pretty sure this one," she jerked her head towards Jackie, "wants to make sure I'm not too hurt."

"I'll beat her as many times as she's put a mark on you." Jackie frowned but followed the hand that tugged on her.

Kristin turned to Harry. "Can we sit with you at breakfast tomorrow? We'd like to get to know you better."

Harry nodded and watched the two girls leave with a smile. Sighing, he moved to get his invisibility cloak when the Astronomy Tower door opened yet again.

"Ah, Potter, disregarding the rules again?" A silky, mocking voice called out.

Harry froze and grit his teeth together, knowing better than to talk back to his professor.

Professor Severus Snape, lanky hair and sallow skin lurked closer to him, his posture domineering and ready for whatever the boy had to throw at him. "I know you feel yourself above the rules that the rest of the student population abides by but may I remind you that curfew was an hour ago."

Harry's jaw worked, slowly, restraining the urge to argue. He promised himself he would try his best to avoid getting detentions as much as possible for the year. Unfortunately, no good deed goes unpunished.

"Nothing to say in your defense? No? Then that will be sixty points from Gryffindor and a detention with me tomorrow night after dinner. Now get back to your dormitory before I decide to take even more points."

Harry quickly gathered his things before heading to bed.

The next morning he felt tired and reluctant to go to his classes. The end of the day would mean detention with Snape. However, remembering his promise to the girls from last night, he dragged himself out of bed and readied himself for breakfast. Harry was surprised to find the girls sitting and waiting at the Gryffindor table. Kristin noticed him first and waved, "Morning Harry!"

Now that it was much brighter out, Harry took a good look at the two females before him. They were both a bit on the short side, no taller than five foot two, both with lightly tanned skin. Kris had dyed, golden blonde hair that brushed against her shoulders with dark eyebrows, and dark brown, almost black eyes. She had an athletic build with large breasts and a trim waist. Her counterpart, Jackie, had long almost black hair that reached just below her shoulder blades and dark brown eyes. She was slim but curvy and definitely hid her strength beneath her delicate features. The two, as opposite as they looked, seemed to just…fit.

"Good morning, girls. Sleep well?"

Kris snorted. "The both of us were snoring. She'll deny it though."

Jackie decided to look ignorant. "You look awful. No sleep?"

"Not really. I don't sleep much." Harry forced himself not to wince.

"Ah, nightmares."

He frowned at Kris until she replied, "You have bags under your eyes bigger than the ones I leave the mall with. You also have a scar on your left hand that says 'I will not tell lies'. Plus with all the stories we hear about you? Nightmares are a given."

"She used to have them herself."

"Jackie!"

"It's not like he's gonna tell anyone, relax. If he does then I'll just take care of it like I always do."

"No Obliviating anyone Jacqueline!"

Harry's eyebrows rose into his hair. Jackie just shrugged.

"You don't wanna know."

Ron and Hermione joined them soon after, introducing themselves. Jackie immediately bonded with Ron and Kris with Hermione while Harry breathed a sigh of relief, glad everyone would get along. Shortly after the five of them finished breakfast, they all went their separate ways for classes.

Unfortunately for Harry, he still had a detention with Snape. His classes drifted by slowly in a blur and as much as he wanted to skive his time with the Potions Professor, he reluctantly made his way down to the dungeons. He rapped on the door three times with his knuckles before entering when granted permission.

"Potter, you will be scrubbing cauldrons tonight. Hopefully the repetition will drill it into your thick skull that you're not above the rules. Though, I won't hold my breath." Snape said nastily and lead him to a storeroom full of dirty cauldrons.

Harry grumbled to himself before getting started.

It was an hour later when the professor walked back into the storeroom and assessed the state of his utensils. "Pitiful, Potter. The summer away must have made you into a lazy sop."

Harry had had enough. "You know better than I do that I'm not where near as spoiled as you think I am! You've seen my memories!"

"And you invaded mine," Snape hissed, "with no remorse and without care of the fact that those were private. You're just like your fath-"

"MY NAME IS NOT JAMES POTTER!"

Snape startled slightly and made to continue when Harry interrupted him.

"No! No, I am not my father. I may look like him but I am not him! Do I seek people out just so I can pull pranks on them? Do I search for Draco Malfoy and hex him upside down for everyone to see? Do I lead someone into a false sense of security before letting loose a dangerous creature to do Merlin knows what to them? No, I do not! Yes, I have a tendency to ignore the rules and yes, I do have an issue with staying out of danger. But don't think for a moment that I do thinks without a proper reason, whether it's for my benefit or for someone elses."

By the time Harry finished he was panting with anger. He was sure that Snape was going to give him detention until he graduated but what came next shocked him.

"You're finished, Potter. Go before I change my mind."

Harry hesitated but quickly snatched up his bag and robe that he discarded earlier and feld to his

AN: Yaaaaaaay! A little but longer than last time. I'm pretty sure I have tendonitis at the moment. Guess that means I need to get used to writing more. I will be updating soon. please

Cecilia