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Okay so onto the chapter...

Duncan woke up hissing as he felt a strange pressure on the back of his head. Turning around he sensed movement in the bed on his right, Harry's bed. He began hissing at Harry to wake up, but Harry just moaned in his sleep and began twisting. Duncan got off bed and opened the curtains of his brother's as he began tossing over and over. He watched through lidded eyes with the light of the lightning in the background as Harry thrashed and moaned some more. By now their classmates had woken up, they were saying something, but Duncan didn't hear them. His spitting grew an annoyed tone as the sounds got higher and louder; swelled and shrill, it continued.

Duncan became worried as he realized how vicious the night terror or whatever held Harry 'in its throes did not seem to let him go; instead, it just grew louder. A high whining sound grew in the air. Pressure steadily increased around them, and the air seemed to echo Harry's groans. Harry was groaning no longer, however. His pitiful sounds had grown into harsh panting mixed with silent shrieks, as his writhing grew worse. Duncan noticed how close his struggling was bringing him to the side of the bed and tried to catch him, just in time as Harry landed on the ground on his back with a muffled THUD.

All was silent for a moment and Harry seemed to calm, before his chest leapt upward as if it were pulled by puppet strings. He began screaming soft, blood-curdling screams. He screamed, and cried out as the pressure in the room increased into an unbearable level. Heir roommates surrounded them but backed away, shuddering at all of the magic leaking off Harry and flooding the room. The magic forced the lights to flicker back on and off, and a small wind rose inside the room. Outside, the storm grew, rising in tandem with the surge of magic. Rain beat against the walls as wind howled around, while lightning flashed its heavenly light and thunder played like the devils delight, scaring the mortals and outpouring fright. As the thunder boomed all around, Harry began to let out a horrible sound, a horrifying cry of piercing heights. He screamed, long, loud, and clear, until he just stopped.

A crash flew from where Harry lay, echoing the tempests thunder around them. The pressure in the room momentarily increased to bone-breaking amounts before flooding out. The room returned to normalcy as Harry lay panting on the floor.

Harry ached. Everywhere, every muscle, every bone, every cell, every fiber of his body just ached horribly. He felt like he had just run a marathon designed to kill everyone but those with the highest endurance, and then went and ran it again for fun. All of his muscles seemed stretched, torn, and mending already. He felt the adrenaline leave his system and the pain intensified. It hurt the most around his head and his chest. Every breath tested his strength, but he found the will to stay
conscious and keep breathing. Dean, Neville and Seamus all were asking him something, but he couldn't quite understand what they were saying. His eyes darted across the room until he found his brother looking at him with concerned eyes. When Duncan saw Harry awake, he said the first thing it occurred to him:

"Do something if you're conscious now. You should be, with all of the pain you were apparently in."

Harry began to lift his hand in response, but his muscles just trembled weakly in response. He coughed harshly, scraping at his dry throat. Harry attempted to move again and managed to get a twitch."Do you have any idea what the bloody hell that was just now? Any ideas would be greatly appreciated."

Duncan took no note of Harry's sarcasm but remained in thought for a minute as Harry attempted to push himself up, helped by the other boys. By the time Harry managed to do so, Duncan had apparently reached a conclusion. Harry weakly glared at him as he fought not to cry out.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" Ron said, looking at him wide-eyed.

"What did you do to yourself?" Neville gasped out.

"Why?" Harry asked uneasily, feeling a creepy sense of foreboding.

"Your eyes and grey, and…" Dean trailed off as Harry looked at himself. He already knew of the grey eyes, but when Duncan hurried him to look at a mirror he realized something was wrong. He gaped at his reflection. He now had dark brown hair and though it now laid flat against his skull it seemed to curl at the ends. His eyes were still his normal green but with a ring of amber surrounding the pupil, and his skin had resemblance to Duncan's scaly pattern, although not that orange.

"I'm still taller that you." Harry grinned at Duncan. Said boy gaped at him, scowled, then grinned.

"Seems like the…blood adoption…ritual or whatever completed itself." Harry shared his grin. If someone asked, they would tell the truth, they didn't know what had caused Harry's change in appearance. Things were looking up…

"What the hell happened?" they heard Seamus shout.

…or not.

"…For the last time, we don't know how it happened." Duncan ranted tiredly as they sat in Potions.

Neville watched worriedly when Harry went to put the Whoopie Cushion in Snape's seat. Then the two brothers waited patiently for their prank to be executed.

"Finally Professor Snape, we thought something had happened to you!" the voice of Pansy Parkinson shook them away from their thoughts.

"Apparently some moronic child thought it funny to barricade me in my classroom." The satanic man said lazily but Duncan was happy to detect some distain in his voice.

Harry and Duncan shared a small look while Ron sniggered before turning their attention back to Snape.

They had to wait for quite a long time, with him writing the instructions on the board, them gathering the supplies to do the Engorgio Potion and walking among them, favoring the Slytherin and ridiculing and sneering at the Gryffindors the entire time. Now that they weren't paying that much attention to the potion, Duncan and Neville realized this wasn't a good teacher at all, not only with Harry.

Snape had finally made it to his seat, he grabbed his chair and pulled it out a little more; everything seemed to move much slower for Harry and Duncan as they watched the potions professor move in front of his seat and made a move to sit down. Time almost froze as the two boys held their breath waiting for the inevitable.

PFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

Everything in the room froze at that moment. Nobody moved an inch as they slowly registered what had just happened. Snape's face had turned a bright red, Malfoy stared wide eyed at his teacher and all the other students simply gaped stupidly at him.

"Professor!" Parkinson scolded loudly. That seemed to break everyone out of their stupor as snickers slowly broke out around the room. Snickers turned to giggles which turned to loud gales of laughter which could even be heard on the seventh floor of the magnificent castle.

The laughter had only barely stopped though as one child would giggle from the memory and that caused a chain reaction to begin and before anyone knew it the entire student body could be heard giggling at the expense of their potions professor…distraction that Hermione gladly took advantage of as she went to gather their supplies for the Polyjuice.

Duncan wiped a tear away from his eye before he noticed Hermione plop down next to him.

"I cannot believe you just did that!" she whispered severely in his ear.

Duncan turned to her grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Oh don't go acting all piffy I saw you giggling as well." He teased.

Hermione blushed at his words. "Was not!"

"Were too." He retorted still grinning.

Hermione couldn't help it, no matter how hard she tried Duncan just knew how to make her smile. She shook her head and tried to concentrate in her potion.

Hey, I know this is short, but is to compensate for the long time. Review please!