Author: DemonicCharity
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D soon! Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason! Or for the fact the characters aren't mine . . .
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing them and twisting them for my own sick pleasures.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: This story used to be called 'Shifted', but it's totally different in light of the fifth book. Plus the old one sucked. I'll try to get a chappy out every week, but I can't promise anything. This ones early! Yay!
Chapter 3 : Lost and Found
"Mr. Potter?" The voice questioned, blue eyes glowing with concern.
"Y. . . . You." Was all Harry could get out before standing, grasping onto Poppy for support. "Alive?"
"Are you quite alright, Mr. Potter?"
"No," Harry said feebly. "No. I'm not alright. Not at all. What's going on? Why am I here? I must be dead. All of you are dead, so I must be dead too. B-But I didn't think you could feel if you were dead. And I certainly feel the after effects of the Cruciatus. . . ."
"He used the Cruciatus on you?! I thought you were truly joking when you said you took the stalgum potion. . . ." Severus asked with wide eyes. His demeanor than abruptly changed into the angry man Harry knew him as his first seven years at Hogwarts. "That's it, Albus! You've spared him long enough! I want him expelled! I want the brat thrown in Azkaban! I don't care who he is!" Severus shouted, his fists clenched. "He should have been thrown out a year ago!"
"Now, Severus," Albus Dumbledore said gently, trying to calm him down. "I'm sure there's an explanation-"
"Explanation?! The boy cast an Unforgivable on a student in *my* house! I *will* see punishment!" Snape was beginning to turn this ugly shade of red, than purple, than back to red again. If the situation had been different, Harry would have been on the floor laughing. . . . as long as that look wasn't directed at him, of course.
"Hold on one bloody second here!" Harry shouted. "Your house? What do you mean, your house? What the hell is going on? You're definatly not Griffindor's head of house! McGonagall is!"
All three adults looked at him like he was crazy. "You're not a Griffindor, Mr. Potter," Poppy said softly. "You're a Slytherin."
"WHAT?!" Harry jumped away from her and looked to Snape, then Albus. "You're really serious. This isn't some twisted joke, is it? I'm in. . .Slytherin?"
"Yes you are," Snape stated softly. "Commonly know as the Prince of Darkness, though Malfoy has really been giving you a run for your money this past year. I want that boy expelled for this, Albus. I don't care if he's still your favorite Griffindor. If he's going around casting Unforgivables on students it's obvious that he's a Dea-"
"That will be quite enough!" Albus said firmly, sending a sharp glare at the Potions Master.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked quickly. "Draco Malfoy? What do you mean he cast an Unforgivable? On me? Why would he do that? What do you mean I'm Slytherin's Prince of Darkness? That was Draco's job while we were at school! Why's he in Griffindor?" A thought dawned on him. If he was the Slytherin Prince of Darkness. . . .and Draco had received Voldemort's mark in his sixth year. . . . "Fuck no!" Harry practically ripped his sleeve off to see if the skull and snake tattoo was there.
It wasn't. Thank all the gods and goddesses in the skies above.
"Where's your Mark, Potter?" Snape asked suddenly, grabbing his wrist. "Did you do a concealing charm? How did you pull it off? *Where is the Mark?*" Albus even came over too look at his pale skin of his forearm.
"The Dark Mark?" Harry asked, gulping. "I . . . . I never got it! I'm Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived! What do you mean, 'where is it?' Are you daft, people?" Harry looked at their unbelieving faces. "*Boy*-*Who*-*Lived*. Why the hell would I have Voldemort's mark?"
"I was at your initiation, Harry!" Snape gasped, pulling up his other sleeve for good measure. "I was there! I saw him burn it onto you!"
Harry ripped his arms from the older man, glaring. "I was never at an initiation!" He pulled his bangs up and showed them the scar that had made him famous as a baby. "I'm the only one who can bring him down! You told me about the prophecy yourself, Albus. In my fifth year! After. . . .After Sirius. . . ." Harry choked on his words, snapping his mouth shut.
"What happened to Sirius, Mr. Potter? How do you even know of Sirius Black?" Albus asked, his blue eyes wide.
"He...He was my godfather. I-In fifth year, I tried to learn Occlumency from Professor Snape. . . . B-But he got mad at me and we never continued." He looked at Snape warily, then continued. "I kept having dreams and Voldemort figured out he could use them against me. He sent one of Sirius dying. . . . I . . . .I mean, we, went to save him-"
"Who's 'we', Harry?" Albus asked softly.
"Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna Lovegood, and myself. We all went to the Ministry to save him. But it was a trap. Sirius was never there, Voldemort just needed me to get the prophecy for him. Sirius came at the last minute and saved us. . . . B-But he fell. He was the last family I had, god damn it! And the Dursley's don't count for shit!"
"Don't be so distressed, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore smiled softly, patting his shoulder. "Sirius Black is quite alive." Harry looked up sharply. "Yes, that's right, Mr. Potter. He's alive, though I imagine he's not who you remembered him to be."
"B-But how?"
"I imagine it's because in the middle of last year, your fifth year," Dumbledore said, clarifying the year, "that the Boy-Who-Lived disappeared. Thus there would have been no dreams, and no trip to the ministry."
"Disappeared? Where'd I go?" Harry asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"What's the last thing you remember before you woke up in this Hospital Wing, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, catching on to the idea that Dumbledore had come up with, while Poppy stood, quiet and confused.
"I was inside Voldemort's circle of Death Eaters. He asked me to join him and I refused. I told him I didn't need him or his powers anymore, and he said that I would always remember him, but he would forget me. I . . . I don't understand."
"It's simple, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle again. "Very simple."
Severus Snape nodded. "Makes perfect sense why you thought everyone was dead. Why you don't have the Dark Mark and have the scar. . . ."
"I'm missing something here, people," Harry said irritably, crossing his arms and glowering.
"You, my boy, are in another dimension," Dumbledore said with a smile. "A dimension that seems to be opposite of your own. Here you took the place of your Draco Malfoy. You are a Slytherin, and . . . . Well, the Mark is gone, but you were a Death Eater. A spy of course-"
"I was a spy from the right off?" A nod from all three teachers. "Bloody Hell! Draco never told me that! But I suppose it was because he was too stubborn to," Harry sighed and shook his head. "What ever am I going to do with you, Drake Malfoy? What is there *to* do with you?" Harry hadn't realized he made the slip.
"Drake?" Dumbledore asked softly. "Are you two that close in your world?"
Harry blushed. That had been his private nick-name for the Slytherin, and no one had ever heard him say the name before, except for Draco of course. "I suppose we were," Harry said sadly. "That was until he disappeared a year ago."
"A year?" Poppy asked softly. "Are you sure?"
"What's the date?" Harry asked dejectedly, looking to the floor to block tears. No way was he crying over Malfoy. No way in hell. Not again. Not in front of all these people.
"November the 14th," Snape replied nonchalantly.
Harry choked. "Yes. A year. A year ago today. Exactly."
The three teachers exchanged a knowing glance. "Odd," Poppy was the first to speak. "Today was the exact date a year ago when Mr. Draco Malfoy woke up here in a similar condition as you, Mr. Potter."
"Excuse me?" Harry looked back up at the three. "What do you mean exactly?"
"I'd say we've found your friend, Mr. Potter." Snape said acidly. "The little brat's been causing all kinds of hell around here since he woke up last year. He started doing exceptionally well in all his classes, especially potions. He shunned Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. . . .Well, he practically shunned his entire house. Yet, his treatment of Slytherins was no better, infact, I think it became worse. Except his feud with you, Mr. Potter," he said quietly. "He seems to avoid you at any cost. . . . Hardly even looks at you in class, doesn't even speak when your partners. Odd indeed."
Poppy took up the story. "He started coming here to sleep at night, and when I'd finally had enough of it and kicked him out, he took to sleeping in abandoned classrooms. It was horrible. He knew things about the future he shouldn't have-"
"Oh. That's because Draco's a Seer. I bet he did well in Divination."
Dumbledore shook his head. "That was one of the first things he did, Harry. He dropped out of the class and joined fifth year Arithmancy. He gave Miss Granger quite a headache, if I remember correctly."
"He was constantly skipping meals and was falling asleep in the library on a daily basis, pouring over history books, and theory books about alternate dimensions," Snape continued. "No one knew what had happened to their 'Golden Boy,'" Sanpe sneered. "Granger and Weasley were absolutely terrified, especially when they saw Malfoy's Dark Mark."
"I unfortunately had to place a memory charm on both of them and force the story out of young Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore sighed softly. "He wasn't happy about it at all."
"I bet he wasn't," Harry smiled, shaking his head. "Draco never liked to tell the truth to anyone. Not even me." Then his features darkened. "And besides. I'm glad Draco kicked Ron's friendship out the door. No more than that bastard deserves!"
All three pairs of eyes widened. It was Snape who spoke with narrowed eyes. "I thought that you were friends with young Mr. Weasley in your world-"
Harry laughed, but it was a brittle laugh. "Oh. I was. Believe me. I was. Then he went and betrayed me to Voldemort. It made things a little tense, you know what I mean?" He asked sarcastically. "Especially when the reason he turned was because he wanted to be famous like me. So he got this little idea in his pea sized brain that if he killed me, he'd be just as popular. 'The Boy-Who-Killed-The-Boy-Who-Lived.'"
Snape's mouth was hanging open. "Weasley? A Death Eater?"
Harry forced a small smile. "He turned in the beginning of December of my sixth year. This year. Tried to kill me, but Draco spoiled it without looking suspicious. His cover was blown in seventh year though. It was real nasty for Draco after that point."
"Until he met up with you again, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore supplied with a smile.
"I suppose so. We were able to keep each other in check, from doing stupid things we shouldn't do. It was. . . .so hard to keep going without him," Harry admitted softly. "B-But you said that he's here. . . ." The green eyed young man looked so hopeful as he looked into Albus Dumbledore's eyes. "Can I see him? Now? I'm feeling just fine! Please! I. . . .I've missed him."
"No need to be hasty," Poppy frowned. "Mr. Potter, how many times was the Cruciatus cast upon you?"
Harry didn't want to answer. He knew that the over protective MediWitch would try to keep him there another week, and all he wanted to do was get out and see Draco. "Erm. . . .It's no big deal, Poppy. Really. See, I'm a natural Healer, so I'm fine now."
"How many times, Mr. Potter? I know that. . . . that creature doesn't spare Severus any pain," she asked again, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Poppy!" Harry whined, "I can handle it, I'm a big boy, no matter how old my body may look!"
"Answer the bloody question, Potter," Snape growled, but looked apprehensive himself.
"Erm. . . . O-Only four times," Harry admitted quietly. "See. Not that big of a deal. I've had worse. Really. Can I go? Please? What time is it?"
"Four times, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked in almost a whisper. "In how long of a period?"
"Um . . . Maybe . . . Fifteen minutes or so?" He mumbled the last bit, his cheeks burning as he waited for someone to say something.
"Dear God!" Poppy shrieked. "In that short period of time he used that curse on your *four times*?!"
"I'm fine now," Harry repeated for the third time. "Come on, Poppy. I'm really nineteen. I can handle a simple Unforgivable. What time is it?"
"It's approximately time for the first lesson of the day," Dumbledore smiled cheerfully. "Severus, I believe that you have a class to teach, do you not? Poppy, if Mr. Potter says he fine, than I believe he is fine. He should head off to class-"
"Class?" Harry asked incredulously. "I have to go to class again? Why?"
"What other excuse do you have for staying at this school, Potter?" Snape glared. "You will have your first class with me, unless you'd rather stay here with Poppy today?"
With a flick of his wand he was in his old school uniforms, only he quickly changed the Griffindor tag to the one of Slytherin. "Ready to go, sir," Harry smiled, edging his way to the doors.
"Good. Where's your bag?" Snape asked, looking around.
"Erm. . . .I don't know," he shrugged. "Where it was before I ended up here?"
"Malfoy attacked you last Friday night after dinner, so I would imagine that's in your dorms," Poppy supplied softly, changing the bed sheets with a few waves of her wand.
Harry laughed nervously. "Oh, yea. Right. And. . . .where would my dorms be?"
"You're joking, right, Potter?" Snape asked, his eye brows raised.
"No, sir. The only time I ever saw the Slytherin dorms was in my second year when we used Polyjuice Potion to-" Harry let his sentence run into silence. "Well, let's just ignore that, shall we?"
"Where did you get the Polyjuice Potion?" Dumbledore asked, real interest in his voice.
"Erm. . . .Hermione brewed it. We took some to find out if Draco was the heir of Slytherin." Harry sighed sadly, memories of his second year coming back to him. They had been so close then, Hermione, Ron and himself. The only fights were about sneaking out after dark and homework. How simple life had been then. How utterly peaceful compared to now.
"Miss Granger brewed a Polyjuice potion in her *second* year?" Snape asked, his dark eyes wide with shock.
"Yea. She's a real wiz at things like that. She's just a bit over zealous when it comes to homework, not to mention that she's read Hogwarts: A History, like three hundred times. You really don't give her enough credit, sir."
Snape sputtered, "Obviously not," but he soon regained his composed and the constant sneer on his features, ushering Potter out of the room.
"Come back when you get a chance, Harry!" Poppy called as he was being shoved through the doors. "I want to speak to you about Healing! We might even be able to make time in your schedule for a private class! "
"Yes, Ma'am!" Harry returned over his shoulder, then followed Snape down to the dungeons to retrieve his school things, looking apprehensively at his new Head of House. "Sir," Harry asked pensively, chewing his lip a bit.
"Yes, Potter?" Snape replied absantly as he strode through the corridors with the raven haired boy trying desperately to catch up with him.
"Sir. . . You're not going to be a complete bastard to me now, are you?" Harry's eyes widened as he heard the older Professor laugh. It dawned on him that he had only heard Snape laugh one other time, and why Snape had laughed when Voldemort was killing him, Harry would never know. Maybe it was to have that final power over Voldemort. To defy the Dark Lord to his last breath.
"Potter, you're in my House now," Snape's sneer looked remarkably like a smile, making Harry worry a bit. "You now get to enjoy 'House Favoritism,' as the Griffindors call it. You have to keep in mind that you are now superior, because you are a pureblood. Wether I think that idea is shite or not, you have to act it, as do I," He sighed heavily and stopped, looking down at the boy. "That's what we do, Harry. We pretend we're complete bastards so no one can find and expose the weaknesses of the heart. You must remember that Slytherin is full of spies for the Dark Lord. Everyone is suspicious of each other and will have no problems writing not only to your father if you start acting out, but the Dark Lord himself."
Harry gaped. "Father? I . . . have a father here?"
"Don't be fooled, boy," Severus said sternly. "He won't be the father you have in mind. I don't know if Malfoy ever told you about his father, which I am assuming is so similar to yours in this world, but he's not a good man. Not even decent."
"B-But-"
"Listen to me, Harry," Severus placed a hand calmly on his shoulder. "You mustn't tell him of this. You can tell *no one* of you being from a world opposite of your own. Just as Draco kept his secrets you must keep yours. No one is to know that you are a healer, and no one can know that Draco is a Seer. *Especially* not your father. He's a Death Eater here, Harry. Down to the very core of his heart lies the evil and superiority that Voldemort put there so many years ago."
Harry took a shaky breath and nodded. "It's just . . .I don't even remember him. . . I have a mother too, right? Lily?"
"Yes," Severus rolled his eyes, "Vainest woman I ever laid eyes on. Perfect for James Potter in my opinion."
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D soon! Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason! Or for the fact the characters aren't mine . . .
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing them and twisting them for my own sick pleasures.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: This story used to be called 'Shifted', but it's totally different in light of the fifth book. Plus the old one sucked. I'll try to get a chappy out every week, but I can't promise anything. This ones early! Yay!
Chapter 3 : Lost and Found
"Mr. Potter?" The voice questioned, blue eyes glowing with concern.
"Y. . . . You." Was all Harry could get out before standing, grasping onto Poppy for support. "Alive?"
"Are you quite alright, Mr. Potter?"
"No," Harry said feebly. "No. I'm not alright. Not at all. What's going on? Why am I here? I must be dead. All of you are dead, so I must be dead too. B-But I didn't think you could feel if you were dead. And I certainly feel the after effects of the Cruciatus. . . ."
"He used the Cruciatus on you?! I thought you were truly joking when you said you took the stalgum potion. . . ." Severus asked with wide eyes. His demeanor than abruptly changed into the angry man Harry knew him as his first seven years at Hogwarts. "That's it, Albus! You've spared him long enough! I want him expelled! I want the brat thrown in Azkaban! I don't care who he is!" Severus shouted, his fists clenched. "He should have been thrown out a year ago!"
"Now, Severus," Albus Dumbledore said gently, trying to calm him down. "I'm sure there's an explanation-"
"Explanation?! The boy cast an Unforgivable on a student in *my* house! I *will* see punishment!" Snape was beginning to turn this ugly shade of red, than purple, than back to red again. If the situation had been different, Harry would have been on the floor laughing. . . . as long as that look wasn't directed at him, of course.
"Hold on one bloody second here!" Harry shouted. "Your house? What do you mean, your house? What the hell is going on? You're definatly not Griffindor's head of house! McGonagall is!"
All three adults looked at him like he was crazy. "You're not a Griffindor, Mr. Potter," Poppy said softly. "You're a Slytherin."
"WHAT?!" Harry jumped away from her and looked to Snape, then Albus. "You're really serious. This isn't some twisted joke, is it? I'm in. . .Slytherin?"
"Yes you are," Snape stated softly. "Commonly know as the Prince of Darkness, though Malfoy has really been giving you a run for your money this past year. I want that boy expelled for this, Albus. I don't care if he's still your favorite Griffindor. If he's going around casting Unforgivables on students it's obvious that he's a Dea-"
"That will be quite enough!" Albus said firmly, sending a sharp glare at the Potions Master.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked quickly. "Draco Malfoy? What do you mean he cast an Unforgivable? On me? Why would he do that? What do you mean I'm Slytherin's Prince of Darkness? That was Draco's job while we were at school! Why's he in Griffindor?" A thought dawned on him. If he was the Slytherin Prince of Darkness. . . .and Draco had received Voldemort's mark in his sixth year. . . . "Fuck no!" Harry practically ripped his sleeve off to see if the skull and snake tattoo was there.
It wasn't. Thank all the gods and goddesses in the skies above.
"Where's your Mark, Potter?" Snape asked suddenly, grabbing his wrist. "Did you do a concealing charm? How did you pull it off? *Where is the Mark?*" Albus even came over too look at his pale skin of his forearm.
"The Dark Mark?" Harry asked, gulping. "I . . . . I never got it! I'm Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived! What do you mean, 'where is it?' Are you daft, people?" Harry looked at their unbelieving faces. "*Boy*-*Who*-*Lived*. Why the hell would I have Voldemort's mark?"
"I was at your initiation, Harry!" Snape gasped, pulling up his other sleeve for good measure. "I was there! I saw him burn it onto you!"
Harry ripped his arms from the older man, glaring. "I was never at an initiation!" He pulled his bangs up and showed them the scar that had made him famous as a baby. "I'm the only one who can bring him down! You told me about the prophecy yourself, Albus. In my fifth year! After. . . .After Sirius. . . ." Harry choked on his words, snapping his mouth shut.
"What happened to Sirius, Mr. Potter? How do you even know of Sirius Black?" Albus asked, his blue eyes wide.
"He...He was my godfather. I-In fifth year, I tried to learn Occlumency from Professor Snape. . . . B-But he got mad at me and we never continued." He looked at Snape warily, then continued. "I kept having dreams and Voldemort figured out he could use them against me. He sent one of Sirius dying. . . . I . . . .I mean, we, went to save him-"
"Who's 'we', Harry?" Albus asked softly.
"Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna Lovegood, and myself. We all went to the Ministry to save him. But it was a trap. Sirius was never there, Voldemort just needed me to get the prophecy for him. Sirius came at the last minute and saved us. . . . B-But he fell. He was the last family I had, god damn it! And the Dursley's don't count for shit!"
"Don't be so distressed, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore smiled softly, patting his shoulder. "Sirius Black is quite alive." Harry looked up sharply. "Yes, that's right, Mr. Potter. He's alive, though I imagine he's not who you remembered him to be."
"B-But how?"
"I imagine it's because in the middle of last year, your fifth year," Dumbledore said, clarifying the year, "that the Boy-Who-Lived disappeared. Thus there would have been no dreams, and no trip to the ministry."
"Disappeared? Where'd I go?" Harry asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"What's the last thing you remember before you woke up in this Hospital Wing, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, catching on to the idea that Dumbledore had come up with, while Poppy stood, quiet and confused.
"I was inside Voldemort's circle of Death Eaters. He asked me to join him and I refused. I told him I didn't need him or his powers anymore, and he said that I would always remember him, but he would forget me. I . . . I don't understand."
"It's simple, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle again. "Very simple."
Severus Snape nodded. "Makes perfect sense why you thought everyone was dead. Why you don't have the Dark Mark and have the scar. . . ."
"I'm missing something here, people," Harry said irritably, crossing his arms and glowering.
"You, my boy, are in another dimension," Dumbledore said with a smile. "A dimension that seems to be opposite of your own. Here you took the place of your Draco Malfoy. You are a Slytherin, and . . . . Well, the Mark is gone, but you were a Death Eater. A spy of course-"
"I was a spy from the right off?" A nod from all three teachers. "Bloody Hell! Draco never told me that! But I suppose it was because he was too stubborn to," Harry sighed and shook his head. "What ever am I going to do with you, Drake Malfoy? What is there *to* do with you?" Harry hadn't realized he made the slip.
"Drake?" Dumbledore asked softly. "Are you two that close in your world?"
Harry blushed. That had been his private nick-name for the Slytherin, and no one had ever heard him say the name before, except for Draco of course. "I suppose we were," Harry said sadly. "That was until he disappeared a year ago."
"A year?" Poppy asked softly. "Are you sure?"
"What's the date?" Harry asked dejectedly, looking to the floor to block tears. No way was he crying over Malfoy. No way in hell. Not again. Not in front of all these people.
"November the 14th," Snape replied nonchalantly.
Harry choked. "Yes. A year. A year ago today. Exactly."
The three teachers exchanged a knowing glance. "Odd," Poppy was the first to speak. "Today was the exact date a year ago when Mr. Draco Malfoy woke up here in a similar condition as you, Mr. Potter."
"Excuse me?" Harry looked back up at the three. "What do you mean exactly?"
"I'd say we've found your friend, Mr. Potter." Snape said acidly. "The little brat's been causing all kinds of hell around here since he woke up last year. He started doing exceptionally well in all his classes, especially potions. He shunned Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. . . .Well, he practically shunned his entire house. Yet, his treatment of Slytherins was no better, infact, I think it became worse. Except his feud with you, Mr. Potter," he said quietly. "He seems to avoid you at any cost. . . . Hardly even looks at you in class, doesn't even speak when your partners. Odd indeed."
Poppy took up the story. "He started coming here to sleep at night, and when I'd finally had enough of it and kicked him out, he took to sleeping in abandoned classrooms. It was horrible. He knew things about the future he shouldn't have-"
"Oh. That's because Draco's a Seer. I bet he did well in Divination."
Dumbledore shook his head. "That was one of the first things he did, Harry. He dropped out of the class and joined fifth year Arithmancy. He gave Miss Granger quite a headache, if I remember correctly."
"He was constantly skipping meals and was falling asleep in the library on a daily basis, pouring over history books, and theory books about alternate dimensions," Snape continued. "No one knew what had happened to their 'Golden Boy,'" Sanpe sneered. "Granger and Weasley were absolutely terrified, especially when they saw Malfoy's Dark Mark."
"I unfortunately had to place a memory charm on both of them and force the story out of young Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore sighed softly. "He wasn't happy about it at all."
"I bet he wasn't," Harry smiled, shaking his head. "Draco never liked to tell the truth to anyone. Not even me." Then his features darkened. "And besides. I'm glad Draco kicked Ron's friendship out the door. No more than that bastard deserves!"
All three pairs of eyes widened. It was Snape who spoke with narrowed eyes. "I thought that you were friends with young Mr. Weasley in your world-"
Harry laughed, but it was a brittle laugh. "Oh. I was. Believe me. I was. Then he went and betrayed me to Voldemort. It made things a little tense, you know what I mean?" He asked sarcastically. "Especially when the reason he turned was because he wanted to be famous like me. So he got this little idea in his pea sized brain that if he killed me, he'd be just as popular. 'The Boy-Who-Killed-The-Boy-Who-Lived.'"
Snape's mouth was hanging open. "Weasley? A Death Eater?"
Harry forced a small smile. "He turned in the beginning of December of my sixth year. This year. Tried to kill me, but Draco spoiled it without looking suspicious. His cover was blown in seventh year though. It was real nasty for Draco after that point."
"Until he met up with you again, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore supplied with a smile.
"I suppose so. We were able to keep each other in check, from doing stupid things we shouldn't do. It was. . . .so hard to keep going without him," Harry admitted softly. "B-But you said that he's here. . . ." The green eyed young man looked so hopeful as he looked into Albus Dumbledore's eyes. "Can I see him? Now? I'm feeling just fine! Please! I. . . .I've missed him."
"No need to be hasty," Poppy frowned. "Mr. Potter, how many times was the Cruciatus cast upon you?"
Harry didn't want to answer. He knew that the over protective MediWitch would try to keep him there another week, and all he wanted to do was get out and see Draco. "Erm. . . .It's no big deal, Poppy. Really. See, I'm a natural Healer, so I'm fine now."
"How many times, Mr. Potter? I know that. . . . that creature doesn't spare Severus any pain," she asked again, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Poppy!" Harry whined, "I can handle it, I'm a big boy, no matter how old my body may look!"
"Answer the bloody question, Potter," Snape growled, but looked apprehensive himself.
"Erm. . . . O-Only four times," Harry admitted quietly. "See. Not that big of a deal. I've had worse. Really. Can I go? Please? What time is it?"
"Four times, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked in almost a whisper. "In how long of a period?"
"Um . . . Maybe . . . Fifteen minutes or so?" He mumbled the last bit, his cheeks burning as he waited for someone to say something.
"Dear God!" Poppy shrieked. "In that short period of time he used that curse on your *four times*?!"
"I'm fine now," Harry repeated for the third time. "Come on, Poppy. I'm really nineteen. I can handle a simple Unforgivable. What time is it?"
"It's approximately time for the first lesson of the day," Dumbledore smiled cheerfully. "Severus, I believe that you have a class to teach, do you not? Poppy, if Mr. Potter says he fine, than I believe he is fine. He should head off to class-"
"Class?" Harry asked incredulously. "I have to go to class again? Why?"
"What other excuse do you have for staying at this school, Potter?" Snape glared. "You will have your first class with me, unless you'd rather stay here with Poppy today?"
With a flick of his wand he was in his old school uniforms, only he quickly changed the Griffindor tag to the one of Slytherin. "Ready to go, sir," Harry smiled, edging his way to the doors.
"Good. Where's your bag?" Snape asked, looking around.
"Erm. . . .I don't know," he shrugged. "Where it was before I ended up here?"
"Malfoy attacked you last Friday night after dinner, so I would imagine that's in your dorms," Poppy supplied softly, changing the bed sheets with a few waves of her wand.
Harry laughed nervously. "Oh, yea. Right. And. . . .where would my dorms be?"
"You're joking, right, Potter?" Snape asked, his eye brows raised.
"No, sir. The only time I ever saw the Slytherin dorms was in my second year when we used Polyjuice Potion to-" Harry let his sentence run into silence. "Well, let's just ignore that, shall we?"
"Where did you get the Polyjuice Potion?" Dumbledore asked, real interest in his voice.
"Erm. . . .Hermione brewed it. We took some to find out if Draco was the heir of Slytherin." Harry sighed sadly, memories of his second year coming back to him. They had been so close then, Hermione, Ron and himself. The only fights were about sneaking out after dark and homework. How simple life had been then. How utterly peaceful compared to now.
"Miss Granger brewed a Polyjuice potion in her *second* year?" Snape asked, his dark eyes wide with shock.
"Yea. She's a real wiz at things like that. She's just a bit over zealous when it comes to homework, not to mention that she's read Hogwarts: A History, like three hundred times. You really don't give her enough credit, sir."
Snape sputtered, "Obviously not," but he soon regained his composed and the constant sneer on his features, ushering Potter out of the room.
"Come back when you get a chance, Harry!" Poppy called as he was being shoved through the doors. "I want to speak to you about Healing! We might even be able to make time in your schedule for a private class! "
"Yes, Ma'am!" Harry returned over his shoulder, then followed Snape down to the dungeons to retrieve his school things, looking apprehensively at his new Head of House. "Sir," Harry asked pensively, chewing his lip a bit.
"Yes, Potter?" Snape replied absantly as he strode through the corridors with the raven haired boy trying desperately to catch up with him.
"Sir. . . You're not going to be a complete bastard to me now, are you?" Harry's eyes widened as he heard the older Professor laugh. It dawned on him that he had only heard Snape laugh one other time, and why Snape had laughed when Voldemort was killing him, Harry would never know. Maybe it was to have that final power over Voldemort. To defy the Dark Lord to his last breath.
"Potter, you're in my House now," Snape's sneer looked remarkably like a smile, making Harry worry a bit. "You now get to enjoy 'House Favoritism,' as the Griffindors call it. You have to keep in mind that you are now superior, because you are a pureblood. Wether I think that idea is shite or not, you have to act it, as do I," He sighed heavily and stopped, looking down at the boy. "That's what we do, Harry. We pretend we're complete bastards so no one can find and expose the weaknesses of the heart. You must remember that Slytherin is full of spies for the Dark Lord. Everyone is suspicious of each other and will have no problems writing not only to your father if you start acting out, but the Dark Lord himself."
Harry gaped. "Father? I . . . have a father here?"
"Don't be fooled, boy," Severus said sternly. "He won't be the father you have in mind. I don't know if Malfoy ever told you about his father, which I am assuming is so similar to yours in this world, but he's not a good man. Not even decent."
"B-But-"
"Listen to me, Harry," Severus placed a hand calmly on his shoulder. "You mustn't tell him of this. You can tell *no one* of you being from a world opposite of your own. Just as Draco kept his secrets you must keep yours. No one is to know that you are a healer, and no one can know that Draco is a Seer. *Especially* not your father. He's a Death Eater here, Harry. Down to the very core of his heart lies the evil and superiority that Voldemort put there so many years ago."
Harry took a shaky breath and nodded. "It's just . . .I don't even remember him. . . I have a mother too, right? Lily?"
"Yes," Severus rolled his eyes, "Vainest woman I ever laid eyes on. Perfect for James Potter in my opinion."