Characters © J.K. Rowling.
Morph concept © Walt Disney Pictures.
Plot © Sami-Lee 2004.
Harry stared at the book for at least 3 solid minutes before someone knocked on the door and Ginny entered, informing them all that lunch was ready. Harry instinctively shoved the small book into his back pocket and promptly forgot about it. As they made their way up to the dining room, Ginny fell back to walk with Harry and Draco, who were trailing behind the others.
"I just want you to know that I support you guys 110 percent. Even though I agree that it's a huge loss on us girls part." She said, smiling widely at them, Harry put his arm around her shoulder as they turned a corner and squeezed her to him in thanks. Draco smiled. "How's the training, anyway? Fred said that you were going to learn Avada Kedavra." She squealed, half in excitement and half in fear. "He said it's not fair that you guys get extra training and we don't, but I told him why, I told him it's because we're not going to be fighting, he said he was gonna fight anyway…" Harry looked over at Draco momentarily before turning back to Ginny.
"Moody's not teaching the unforgivables. But he did give us a book with a lot of other spells that are used in fighting. Some of them are rather easy, like the kind of things you would use in a wizards duel, but some sound just as bad as the unforgiveables, I suppose the unforgiveables are unforgivable because you can't reverse them, all the ones in this book have a cure if they're treated quickly enough." Harry said, pulling the book out and holding it up so that Ginny could see it. "They're really only defensive spells, spells you would use to protect yourself or someone else, right Draco?" He turned to Draco expecting his agreement, but Draco was staring at the floor and didn't turn to look at Harry.
"I know Avada Kedavra." He said monotonically. Harry and Ginny both turned to look at him, but he didn't look back, he just kept staring at the floor. Ginny and Harry turned back to each other before Harry looked at Draco again.
"Well, that's understandable, given your father." Harry said, placing his hand on Draco's shoulder. He smiled weakly and finally looked up at Harry for a moment, but he still didn't feel consoled.
"Is it, though? Is it understandable for a 17 year old to be able to kill someone without doing anything more than lifting a wand? Is it acceptable? I don't think so. Not now, not ever. If I use it, I can help our side, but the members will think I'm trouble, if I don't, we may be highly outnumbered." Draco stated miserably stuffing his hands in his pockets. It was obvious that this was an internal conflict he had been battling with himself for a while. Harry suddenly had a wonderful idea.
"Oh, Draco, don't you see? It's perfect! It's… we have to tell Moody right away!" Harry exclaimed, grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him into the room where Moody and the others had taken their seats and started helping themselves to Mrs Weasley's potato salad. Fred and George looked up expectantly as Harry came bursting into the room dragging Draco behind, followed by a rather flustered looking Ginny. "Draco knows everything!" Harry yelled, causing Tonks and Bill to jump.
"Everything about what, Potter?" Moody asked gruffly, but stopping what he was doing to look at Harry none the less. Harry didn't answer right away; instead he took a deep breath, sat down next to Ron and left Draco staring at him in utter shock, his hands still in his pockets.
"Everything about the Death Eaters, who they are, what they can do, their spells, their skills, their abilities, all of it! He's trained in all of it!" Harry threw his arms up, glad to have gotten that out. Draco stood behind Harry, hands in pockets, his face contorted into an expression of sheer apprehension.
"Harry… I… You… They… So what!? I'm not going to be a double agent! I'm not going to be a death eater for you, I wont, ever!" He yelled at Harry, who stared back at him in shock.
"Draco, no… I… You can teach us. Teach us their tricks, we can outsmart them, I would never send you to be a death eater, Dumbledore would never…" Harry didn't know what else to say, how could Draco think that he would knowingly put him in harms way? He suddenly felt very angry, but let it go when he looked up to see Draco looking at him and smiling crookedly. "I'd never do anything to hurt you." He said slowly. "And I'd never make you do anything that might cause you to get hurt."
"I know, Harry, I'm sorry, it's just that… Well, truthfully, Voldemort scares the living shit out of me." Both boys laughed at Draco's use of muggle cursing. "Come on, let's have some lunch then." Everyone in the room turned back to their food and tried to pretend like nothing had just happened. Everyone, except Moody.
"Malfoy."
"Yes, Mr. Moody?" Draco said, looking up from the plate, which he was shovelling food onto.
"Just how much do you know?" He looked at him with both eyes, normal and swivelling. "Just how much do you know about the dark arts?"
Draco swallowed the food he'd just shoved into his mouth and almost choked on it. Once he'd managed to swallow most of it, he looked at Moody. "Howmukch?" He swallowed what was left in his mouth. "Well, all three unforgiveables, three dozen or so potions and poisons, what was the name of that book, right, Potions for any Dark Occasion." He shoved some more potato salad into his mouth and, barely chewing it, swallowed it quickly. "A fair few jinxes and hexes, some wandless magic, namely making things move about without using my wand, wasn't really very good at that…"
"Well, we all know young Harry here's pretty good at that." Said Mr Weasley, seemingly coming out of nowhere, Harry had forgotten that most everyone else had come down for lunch as well. He looked at Mr Weasley for a moment, then at Moody.
"But wandless magic isn't Dark Arts, is it?" He queried, remembering all the times he'd blown things up, broken things, slammed windows, set pythons free… He felt very uneasy all of a sudden, if he'd been doing Dark Arts all that time then maybe he really was –
"No, Potter. Not all wandless magic is dark." Moody said, "In fact, it's neither, wandless magic is simply a mark of an extremely powerful wizard." He turned to Draco. "I'm actually surprised you couldn't do it."
Draco looked defiantly at Moody. "Well, I didn't get much practice at it, really." He said, standing to leave. "Are we going to get back to our training, then?" He asked, slightly mockingly, and headed out the door and back toward the room they'd been training all morning.
When Harry and the others entered, followed by Moody, they found Draco sitting on a warn chair that was in the corner of the room, juggling three items around in the air without touching them. Harry stopped, followed by Ron and Hermione who simultaneously walked into him causing the three of them to fall to the ground, Blaise who almost tripped over the top of them and Moody bringing up the rear, knocking Blaise just enough so that he fell down on top of Harry, Ron and Hermione.
As the four of them tried to get up, Harry and Blaise locked eyes for a mere moment, and Harry felt a jolt in his stomach. Blaise smiled slightly, a little half smile, and Harry remembered how much he loved the way Blaise's lips curled up to one side when he smiled like that. He sighed as he pushed himself into a kneeling position and, dusting himself off and standing up as he turned to face Draco as the others were now doing. He was smirking, the old familiar smirk he used to wear when he was taunting Harry at school. Again, Harry felt the familiar jolt in his stomach.
The jolt turned into an almost sick feeling, for Harry suddenly realised that he was standing in a room, surrounded not only by his best friends, but his lover, his ex lover and the two loves of his life. He slapped his forehead. How was he going to get over Blaise in three days? It felt so right with Blaise, but it felt right with Draco too. That's when he remembered, he and Blaise were soul mates almost as much as he and Draco were, was it possible that he had two soul mates? But then, the prophecy did say… "Harry Potter and his Twin."
Everyone else in the room turned to look at Harry. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. He shook his head. "Sorry, I was, uhh, thinking about the prophecy, nothing important though, just thinking." He sighed, realising that they'd been wrong all along. After all, as with most prophecies, it wasn't literal, Harry had no other siblings, but as with most prophecies, all the lines didn't need to correlate. The last line could be completely on it's own. He did need Draco to be with him while he was fighting, Draco's theory at least was right, but he needed Blaise as well. He shook the idea from his thoughts but stored it safely, he couldn't forget, he'd have to talk to Hermione later, it made so much more sense. Well, he thought it did anyway, he'd have to talk to Hermione first, and probably Dumbledore as well.
As Harry came back to the present and the scene unfolding in front of him, he realised that Moody had taken a seat on another old chair toward the back of the room and Draco was placing the three items back on the desk beside him, where he'd obviously found them. "Ok, so maybe I wasn't so bad at the whole wandless magic thing." He started, then looked at Harry. "But he's better."
"No I'm not." Harry stated blankly, he had no idea how Draco had gotten the idea he was better, he'd never done any wandless magic in his life. Well, not on purpose anyway. "I can't control all those things that happen, they just happened when I was scared, or… or angry… or something." He stammered, watching Draco as he stood and walked over the where Harry was standing, he circled him twice and then stopped before him.
"Fear and anger are strong emotions, Harry, as are love and hatred – you can produce a corporeal Patronus, right? Same deal, Harry. You focus the energy of things that make you scared, or angry and you learn to funnel it, you learn to control it and use it as magic, without needing to use a wand. You have a lot more power than me – once you learn to channel it, you'll be able to do much more than my little display there." He motioned back to the desk where he'd been sitting. Moody came over and stood behind Draco, placing his large hand on Draco's shoulder. He looked at Harry.
"He's right, Harry. You're extremely powerful, well you can be, with the right training, I'd bet you'd be able to perform defensive and offensive spells without using a wand." He said, bemusedly. "Yes, I think you could do very well with the right training."
Harry stared at Moody. "But what would the training involve? We don't have enough time, we don't – "
"Yes. We do. I'll continue training you in these spells for this afternoon," Moody said, holding up the book. "And then, starting tomorrow, you and Malfoy will be trained in using your wandless magic, while these three will be trained up in some more defensive magic." He motioned at Hermione, Ron and Blaise. Harry nodded and took out his book as moody took out his wand and walked to the back of the room, bringing back a large, brown box.
"What's with the box?" Ron asked rudely, getting a look from Moody. He shrank back and didn't ask again while Moody flipped through the book and stopped on one of the last pages.
"Intentio Pro Pectus Pectoris" Moody said, and the others all turned to the page that Moody was reading from. Harry looked up suddenly. It was the spell that had caught his eye before lunch and he'd forgotten about. He flipped to the page and then looked back up at Moody. "Well, you seem to be desperate to learn this one, Harry, why don't you come up here and give it a try first?" He motioned to the box that was now shifting around on the desk in great jolts. How had Moody known he wanted to learn it? Had he been that obvious? He shook his head to clear his thoughts and marched over to the box.
Upon opening the box, Harry saw several small creatures that could only be described as little pink or blue clouds. One of them floated up until it was level with Harry's face and then, before Harry could open his mouth and ask what it was, a tiny version of himself was floating in the air before him. He was probably only as tall as Harry's hand, which Harry guessed to be about 7 inches. His mouth fell open in surprise and the miniature Harry's mouth did the same. "What the…?" He breathed, still watching the tiny being flutter down to the desk and start walking around, running it's tiny fingers throughs it's mini hair, just as Harry did.
"What the…?" The mini Harry said in a very high-pitched version of Harry's voice. Hermione giggled.
"Oh, Moody, they're so cute. They're Morphlings, aren't they?" She giggled again and reached out to the Morphling, which climbed up onto her hand and promptly turned into a mini Hermione.
"That's right, they're Morphlings. We're going to use them to practice these spells on, just in case, so none of you get hurt. Don't worry, Ms. Granger, just because they're small doesn't mean that the spells will impact them anymore than they would a full grown man." Hermione sighed with relief as Moody took one of the Morphlings and placed it on the table on front of him, he then took a picture out of his pocket and showed it to the tiny creature who promptly turned into a mini death eater. Draco visibly shivered.
Moody took his wand and muttered the incantation, a yellow jet of light shot out of his wand and hit the tiny death eater square on the chest, it convulsed for a few moments and then fell, lifeless. Moody picked it up. "This is what will happen to your victim when hit with this spell. They will stay like this, dead, unless revived with the correct potion injection within 24 hours." He pulled out a mini syringe and jabbed it into the tiny death eaters arm, he sprung back up and raised his tiny hands, which were balled into fists, and jumped around like a mini boxer as if daring Moody to fight him. The Morphling that Hermione was holding flew off into the desk draw to hide. Moody laughed, a sound which Harry had never heard before.
"Now, in order for this spell to work, you need to be able to project hatred as you say the incantation and aim. This will strengthen the spell, otherwise it will only petrify your victim. Think you can do that?" Hermione looked slightly worried. "The hatred doesn't need to be for the person you're aiming at, hatred for anyone or anything should fuel the spell." She nodded slightly and the boys all mumbled their agreement. "Ok then, Harry, give it a shot."
Harry stepped forward and looked at the tiny death eater now marching along the table humming. He pulled his wand out of his robes. "Intentio Pro Pectus Pectoris" he whispered, remembering from his third year the screaming that was his mother's voice as she was murdered. The little figure fell, convulsed and then lay still.
"Very good, Harry. Now, off you go, oh don't worry you'll be fine, Weasley. That's it, very good Granger. Zabini, a little more hatred might do it. Careful where you aim Malfoy! For the heart, you daft boy." Malfoy mumbled an apology as he burnt the desk.
They spent the rest of the afternoon practicing the majority of the spells from the book – the vanishing defence spells, the blocking spells, shield spells and speed spells – until Moody told them they were doing extremely well and let them go for dinner, he called Draco and Harry to stay back with him as he herded the Morphlings back into their box. "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to take the other three down the garden to learn some dodging and speed spells, I'm sure you two will pick them up fine if the others show you tomorrow, but with wolves backing you up, I don't think you'll need them.
"Anyway, tomorrow morning you will be meeting with a good friend of mine, don't worry, she's only young and still has most of her body parts intact, actually, I think she has all of them. Anyway, she's an Auror over at the ministry and I've asked her to come down and do me a favour by training you up, she's agreed and will meet you downstairs at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Her name is Blainey North." The two boys stared at him as he turned and left the room. Harry sat down on the old chair in the corner.
"Don't worry Harry, we'll be fine, you've faced Voldemort before." Draco pulled up the other chair and sat beside him.
"I know, but I keep getting the feeling this won't be the same, it won't be as easy. Not that all the other times were easy." He sighed. "Even though I faced him once he had regained his body and power, I still think this is going to be harder. Why has he been hiding all this time? Why hasn't he attacked several times over by now, he's been hiding something, he's been up to something and whatever it is, this time I don't feel like hanging around to find out." Harry crossed his arms moodily over his chest. Draco laughed. "What? I'm being serious." He snapped.
"I know." Draco said, trying not to laugh. "It's just… well… " He reached down next to Harry and pulled out the little Harry-Morph which had emerged from his hiding spot in the desk drawer. It sat, perched on the edge of Draco's hand, arms crossed across it's chest, sulking. "He looks just like you." Draco started laughing again and Harry smiled as the little Morphling gave a rather mumbled, high-pitched version of Harry's speech. Harry took him from Draco's hand and put him up on his shoulder.
"I think I'll call you Mørph." Harry stated simply, tickling the little cloud like creature perched on his shoulder. He glowed for a moment before nuzzling Harry's cheek. Harry smiled. "Hermione was right, you are rather cute, aren't you?" Morph mumbled a little 'mmhmm' before floating over to Harry's other shoulder as the two boys left the room and headed up to dinner.
Harry took a seat next to Ron and helped himself to a pile of mashed potatoes. "I see you've made a friend, Mr. Potter." Moody said, noticing the Morphling on his shoulder.
"Oh, right, we found him in the desk drawer after you left, brought him back up for you." Harry said, looking at the Morphling. He ducked inside Harry's shirt collar as if hiding from Moody. When Harry tried to grab him he moved about just enough to be out of Harry's grasp. "Well, if I can catch him…" Harry said, still trying to get Mørph as he zipped around the back of Harry's head, avoiding his hands.
"No, no, Harry. It looks like he wants to stay with you. You can keep him." Moody smiled as the little Morphling glided back up to Harry's cheek and seemingly hugged it. Everyone at the table watching laughed. "Give him a name then, Harry."
"I, uhh, kind of already did. I called him Mørph." Harry said, smiling and letting Mørph hover around his collar again. He turned into a Mini death eater as the other Morphling had and staggered around on Harry's shoulder before promptly falling down. Everyone laughed again and the mini death eater stood up and took a bow. Harry patted his tiny head lightly and he turned back into his own little cloud-like form and settled in Harry's collar.
As they finished desert and started making their way up to bed, Harry told Draco to go on without hi and waited for everyone to leave before he went over to Hermione, who was helping Mrs Weasley with the washing up and told her he needed to talk. She nodded and Mrs Weasley said she could go. The walked out of the kitchen and made their way to what had now come to be called the training room, Mørph floating along behind them.
"What's up, Harry?" She sat down on the edge of the desk and Mørph copied her, she giggled.
"Well, I was thinking about the prophecy before, you remember? Anyways, that line 'Harry Potter and his Twin', it got me to thinking… What if there were two of me against Voldemort." He looked at Hermione, but judging from the look on her face she hadn't caught on.
"What do you mean two of you Harry? That's impossible."
"But is it?" He asked, looking at her face searching her eyes. When she still didn't have a clue what he was talking about he sighed. "Hermione, what if, just before the fighting gets to an end, just before someone won, I went back in time, then there would be two of me to fight Voldemort. Me… and my twin. I would still have Draco to support me, only with his love backing me up do I have a chance at winning, and the other me – we'll, he would have Blaise. I know it sounds stupid but – "
"Harry, I'm not sure. You remember what I told you in third year, wizards who mess with time – "
"Yes, I know, they go crazy, but if we all knew I was going to do it, then we wouldn't go crazy right? Only the death eaters and Voldemort would be confused, which would help us."
"Yes, but I don't think that's what the prophecy means, Harry. I just don't see how you'd find the time to go back, if something went wrong, if Voldemort killed you right before you turned it – "
"I know. I haven't thought it all the way through yet, but I think we should tell the others, I know that we'd have a better chance if I did that. I know it."
Though he could tell she didn't agree whole-heartedly, Hermione nodded and followed Harry out of the room, picking up Mørph off the table as she went.