A/N: Yay me!! Three reviews!! Lol, thanks Karen, Julie and Delie!! I hope you're still with me. It may take me longer to post now because I have another fic that I'm working on. It's really confusing cause I'm not doing it in any order so yeah. ::grins::
Dragon's Disguise
"Sleep well?"
"You look like crap, Al," commented Harry.
"Course," grumbled Al. "I was up all night making those blasted deer." He took a long gulp of his coffee. "Eat quick. You have lots to do today." Harry and Draco obligingly stomached the cold oatmeal.
"Did you get any sleep?"
"No. But I came up with backgrounds, middle names and disguises for you two."
"Finished!" announced Harry, dumping his bowl and spoon in the sink and downing his orange juice.
"Good, come with me." Al abandoned his coffee and led Harry back to the bedroom. Draco took another bite of oatmeal, then dumped it in the garbage and carefully dropped his dishes onto Harry's.
He started back to the bedroom, but Al stood in his way. "Presenting, Erik James Montgomery." Draco goggled as an unfamiliar face appeared beside Al's shoulder. Erik was shorter than Harry. His light brown fringe hung in his vivid blue eyes.
"I feel so weird," complained Erik in a voice completely different from Harry's.
"You'll get used to it." Al turned to Draco. "Your turn." Draco, a sick feeling forming in his stomach, hesitantly followed him into the bedroom. "Close your eyes," he instructed after closing the door. Draco did.
Al muttered something the Draco couldn't hear but he began to feel weird. His fingers were shortening and he was getting shorter. It was as if someone had stuck their hands in his body and was rearranging things at will. "Open your eyes." The sensation was gone and Draco looked down at stubby, nail-bitten fingers, before looking up at Al. Al was holding a mirror. "Well?" Draco looked in the mirror. He ran his hand through short, spiky back hair, chocolate brown eyes staring back at him.
"Well?" Al insisted. Draco stuttered.
"Wow."
"You have to go by Drake Stefan Tanith now." Drake nodded and followed Al out to the kitchen where Erik goggled as he was sure he had done as well. "Pull off your robes." The boys did, revealing school uniforms. Al told them to take off the ties and sweaters, leaving them with grey pants and white button up shirts.
"Now, hold onto my arms." They did and Al apparated, taking them with him.
Drake could hear a girl's shriek even before he opened his eyes. When he did, he found himself in a small kitchen/ dining room. A girl a couple years younger than himself sat at the table, staring at them. Al walked over to her and engulfed her in a hug.
"Uncle Al!"
"Morning kid."
"Who're they?" she asked, eyeing Drake and Erik suspiciously.
"Didn't your mom tell you?" she shook her head.
"Tell me what?"
"Where is she?"
"Her room."
"Thanks." Al passed by the boys and headed down a short hall. Drake turned his attention back to the girl, who was still eyeing them.
"Mya," she said suddenly.
"What?"
"My names Mya." The boys heard footsteps and turned to find a boy who looked exactly like the girl, inching along the wall, also eyeing them.
"That's Andrew."
"Are you two-" Erik started.
"Are we what?" Mya demanded.
"Twins?" Mya, a disgusted look on her face, stared at him as if he was crazy.
"You have got to be kidding me." Drake looked bewildered.
"Sorry. I'm Erik."
"Drake."
"Like off the Amanda Show!" piped up the boy.
"Gosh, Andrew you're an idiot." Mya stood up and dumped her bowl into the sink and pushed her sandy colored hair behind her ears. The door behind her swung open and another girl walked in.
"You'd think by now the garage would be warmed- hello." She noticed the boys. Al rounded the corner then, a middle-aged woman in tow.
"Corrie!"
"Uncle Al!" the girl hopped over a pair of shoes lying on the hardwood floor and hugged her uncle.
"Read any good books lately?" the girl laughed.
"Morning, Mom." She said as Andrew was also engulfed in his uncle's arms. The boys felt extremely out of place.
"Ann," started Al, "This is Erik Montgomery," he said, pointing to Harry, "and Drake Tanith. They're the guys who are staying with you."
"Duh!" Andrew laughed at his own joke while everyone else stared at him.
"Erik, Drake. This is Ann Sommers and her kids, Mya, Andrew and Corrie. Corrie is you're age, you'll be going to school with her." Corrie nodded at them. "Dave is at the store, right?" Ann nodded. He turned to the boys. "Dave, their father, owns a grocery store in town."
"Do they talk?" asked Andrew. Al grinned.
"Endlessly." The boys blushed.
"Corrie." She looked over at her mother. "Pull on your shoes, we're going to take them shopping. She nodded and hopped back over the shoes to the back door. Andrew and Mya followed her ready to come along, but Ann stopped them. "No, you two are staying here." They both whined but Ann wouldn't budge. Corrie and Ann kissed Al good bye and Erik and Drake followed them out the front door.