Title: Flip Side
Author: CuriousDreamWeaver
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Summary: When two worlds collide, having two Draco Malfoys and two Harry Potters can only mean trouble. But the reason for barriers between worlds becomes painfully apparent when magic meets magic, and familial duty wars with desire. Slash HPDM, het.
Warnings: There will be slash, mostly from the HP/DM department, um, violence in later chapters, and maybe a few lime scenes (very mild though).
Pairings: HP/DM, RW/HG, JP/LE, LM/NM, SB/RL/SS
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. J. K. Rowling does and she's more the richer for it.
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Flip Side
Chapter Two: Not Quite The Same
"What in Merlin's name happened here?" Harry jumped at the booming voice of Professor Snape as he swooped into the hall, his gaunt face twisted with annoyance. Snape's eyes widened with incredulity when he saw Harry cradling Draco in his arms. "What are you doing to Mr. Malfoy?" He asked demanded.
"Get off me Potter!" Draco grunted as he shoved Harry off him, his face flushed in embarrassment as he suddenly remembered who he was and who was holding him.
"I repeat, what happened here?" Snape boomed again. He stepped further into the hallway and looked down at the two figures on the floor.
Harry swallowed and licked his lips nervously. "I'm not quite sure sir." He said weakly. He glanced back at the boy who looked like him but the boy had already dropped his head and was lightly slapping the girl's cheek in a vain effort to revive her. It was only then that Harry noticed the black robes they both wore. He squinted behind his glasses, was that the Hogwarts crest on the left sides of their chests?
Snape sent him a scathing look and approached the two on the ground cautiously. "Well, isn't that a surprise." He said sarcastically and Harry frowned in annoyance. Sure, he wasn't the brightest student in the world, but he wasn't an idiot either. "You, boy, what's your name?"
The boy bristled at the question and looked up slowly, his emerald green eyes unshielded by glass and they darted around nervously as they dropped from Snape's.
The scarred Harry's eyes darted towards the girl and he drew back slightly. Almost invisible against the ivory skin was a small scar on her forehead. A lightning bolt shaped scar that was quickly covered by her long bangs as the boy tightened his hold on her and pressed her face into his shoulder.
"What the Devil?!" Snape muttered as he looked between Harry and the other boy, his dark eyes looking as though they were about to jump out of his skull from shock.
"What's going on, Severus?" Professor McGonagall swept into view, curious students following after her, their heads craning to see what the commotion was about. McGonagall saw the two in the middle of the uneasy circle and her eyes widened with concern. "Good Heavens!" Her voice rose as she noticed the other Harry, the one without glasses, and her hand flew up to her throat as she stared. "What in the name of Merlin is going on?"
The boy looked away nervously and tightened his hold on his unconscious companion.
"That's what I was asking." Snape replied as he looked around the group with a critical eye looking for anything that would give them away. His watchful gaze came back to rest on the boy holding the girl.
"They fell out of the ceiling!" Ron blurted out and then turned red when everyone looked at him.
"They fell out of the ceiling," Snape repeated, his tone completely devoid of inflection. "They just fell out of the ceiling."
Ron flushed in embarrassment. Obviously, when it was put it like that, it did sound rather stupid. "Yes! There was this loud booming sound and then a circle of black appeared on the ceiling. They fell out of it." Ron finished hastily.
"I see." Snape scorned, though it was obvious that he did not as he looked down at the two suspiciously. "I asked your name, boy. Answer me!"
"He's still a git."
Snape made a small sputtering sound as he heard the mumbled words of the boy. "Excuse me?"
"Well, what happened here?" Dumbledore chose that moment to appear and he looked over the frame of his glasses at the circle, his gaze coming to a stop on the two still on the ground.
"Apparently they fell from the ceiling." Snape muttered as he kept a cautious eye on them, his face slowly turning red from frustration and anger. By all rights, there was another Harry Potter gracing them with his presence, something that was beyond his patience and understanding.
"Really, what an interesting way to travel." Dumbledore said in his usual good humour as he approached. "It seems that one of them requires medical attention. I do believe it would be best to take them to the infirmary."
"Could you, sir?" The boy asked out loud, his expression hopeful. "I can't wake her up."
"Of course dear boy, of course. You should always help those in need."
The boy smiled in relief and he got up easily, still holding the girl close to his chest, bridal style. "Thank you sir. I don't suppose your name would be Albus Dumbledore, would it?"
"Indeed it is." The Headmaster gave him a thoughtful look as he stroked his beard. "And what is your name?"
"It's Harry, sir. Harry Potter."
"Very interesting indeed. Can you tell me what is going on here?"
Harry, the non-spectacled one swallowed. "I'm not quite sure sir, but once Dee wakes up, I'm sure she'll be able to tell you."
"I see, curious. Come, we'd best be on our way, the quicker we get to the infirmary, the faster we shall have our answers!" He turned back to the other students and made shooing gestures. "I'm sure you all have classes to attend. Please, we will inform you of anything as soon as we become aware of it." He eyed the Gryffindor Trio with laughing eyes and nodded to them. "You as well Harry."
"Uh, of course sir." Harry, lightning bolt scar and all, picked up his books and gave Dumbledore a brief nod before looking back at his double. Emerald met emerald and he saw the same fascination that plagued him mirrored in those unshielded depths. He didn't even feel Hermione and Ron pulling at him until they'd turned the corner.
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Dee almost sobbed at the headache that assaulted her as soon as she regained consciousness. It was as if someone was trying to pry her skull open with crowbar. She slowly raised a hand to her forehead and grimaced when the slight movement managed to make the pounding worse. Through clenched teeth, she muttered the one of the few healing spells she could actually do and sighed in relief when her headache died down to a dull throb. She slowly relaxed her muscles and sank into the soft mattress underneath her.
She moved slightly and realised that she was lying on a bed, the scratchy sheets under her hands made her frown slightly. Someone had taken off her robe and shoes leaving her in only her Hogwarts uniform.
She could hear voices to her left, the subdued tones puzzling her. They were familiar voices but when she reached out with her magic, their magical signatures were different, similar but still significantly different from what she knew. She lay still, reaching out tentatively around her and testing the layers of magic. She paused, confused, as she encountered something completely unfamiliar to her. There were no layers of different elemental magic; there was just a single layer of magic, distorted and constantly rippling. She drew back into herself, afraid of what else she would find. She felt lost and she didn't like it. She wanted to be wrong, but everything told her that she wasn't. This was not a good thing.
Her eyes flickered open and darted around. The familiar sterile ceiling and walls came into view but it didn't feel familiar. There was something seriously wrong with all this. She had no idea where she was and a cold feeling coiled in her stomach. She couldn't remember when she had ever felt like this before but she knew she had. She was terrified.
A wave of panic swept through her and her breathing started to accelerate. She knew a panic attack was coming on but there was nothing she could do about it. She felt the layers of magic start to jump around her and let out a gasp as she started to choke. Her eyes were wide as she desperately tried to suck in air. She hadn't had a panic attack since she was a child. She heard a buzzer go off somewhere near her head as her back arched off the bed as she tried to fill her lungs.
"Dee!" She turned slightly to see her lover running over to her and almost started to cry. Oh god, this was not supposed to happen.
"She's hyperventilating." A calm voice said and she whipped her head around to see someone's back as they turned towards a shelf. "Here, this should help."
Hands slid under her shoulders to prop her into a sitting position and she clutched desperately at them. Her eyes were wide with distress as she continued to try and take in air. It was as if everything had stopped, as if everything was going in slow motion. Her hands caught onto the thick fabric of someone's robes and she turned to look at them. It was her uncle. But it wasn't. She shoved herself away in horror but the hands tightened around her shoulders and she struggled. She saw another familiar face, Madame Pomfrey, turn towards her but the magical signature was off. When she started to approach her with a vial of pale blue liquid in her hand, Dee couldn't even scream but lashed out wildly and sent the vial flying into the air. She heard the woman's startled cry and the shattering of glass but shadows had started to tinge her vision as her lack of air became a serious issue and she choked back a sob. This was not how she wanted to die!
"Get away from her! You're making it worse!" She felt the man who looked like her uncle roughly jerked away from her and familiar arms wrapped around her tightly. She felt herself being pulled into his lap as a hand settled on her head. She could hear her blood rushing through her veins and the wild beating of her heart as the hand on her head gently began to stroke her cheek. "Calm down, love, just calm down. You have to breathe, okay? Just breathe and it'll be okay." She felt the warm rush of his breath against her cheek and clung tightly to him. She could hear the edge of panic in his voice and tried to calm down for his sake. But the unfamiliarity of her surroundings wasn't helping and she started to choke again, her gasps sharp and high.
"Here, give her this." One of Harry's hands disappeared and she whimpered at the loss. Her head was tilted back and something was pressed against her lips. "Come on baby, just drink this and you'll feel better. It's okay, I've got you." She jerked her head back in alarm and Harry saw the distress in her wide grey eyes. He tipped the potion back into his own mouth and pressed his lips against hers. He forced her lips open and the slightly sweet liquid spilled into her mouth. He gently stroked her throat and she gave a reflexive swallow.
It was as if the clamp around her chest had snapped off. Her head lolled back as she dragged in one lungful of air after another. The relief was so close to ecstasy that her eyes rolled back and she slumped down against Harry's chest.
"There, see? Breathing's always a good thing, isn't it?"
She heard the tremor in his voice and gave him a weak glare from under her bangs. "Not funny." She croaked out as he stroked her cheek. They stayed like that for several minutes, the sound of bustling a distant thing. Her fingers curled tightly into his shirt as she anchored herself to the only familiar thing around her. The minutes ticked by quietly as she listened to the familiar sound of his heart and immersed herself in his scent.
"I was so scared." Harry whispered in her ear quietly. He nuzzled her cheek as he bent down to her. "When you wouldn't wake up, I thought that maybe something had happened to you. You were so pale and cold." He squeezed her hand. "I was afraid." He murmured as he kissed her cheek and then the corner of her mouth. "I wanted to shake you and make you stop scaring me. I set a whole lot of beds on fire." He chuckled weakly.
"Yes, he made quite a scene."
Dee's head whipped around and a spell was on the tip of her tongue but Harry clapped a hand over her mouth and she was too startled to will it.
"It's okay, Dee. He won't hurt you." Harry rubbed her back soothingly as he pulled her back up against his chest. She glared at the cheerful looking man suspiciously and watched as he moved closer to the bed. He stopped several feet away and lowered himself into a padded chair near the wall. He met her glare calmly and gave her a small smile.
"My dear, you gave us all quite a fright." He tilted his head forward slightly and looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "And your arrival here was most interesting."
"Arrival?" Dee asked warily.
"Yeah, remember when Macnair threw something at you?"
Dee remembered a flash of something black landing in her hand followed by agony. She nodded slowly. "I remember that."
"I told them what I remembered but I'm not too good with that sort of thing." Harry shrugged.
"First, I'd like to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Secondly, I believe introductions are in order. I am Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of this school. That is Professor McGonagall to your left and Professor Snape at the end of your bed." She moved her eyes away from Dumbledore and looked towards the people he was gesturing to. Sure enough, there was an older, kindly looking woman and a stern, cold looking man standing close to the bed. Dee focused on the man that looked like her uncle, though his gaunt face and lank hair was much different from what she was used to seeing. Her sharp eyes bore into his and she saw the surprise flicker in the dark orbs before a shutter came down over them and she couldn't discern anything else.
Her eyes narrowed slightly and everything in her vision changed. Multicoloured ribbons of light filled her vision. The floor was no longer white; it was black with flecks of dark blues and greens. Ribbons streamed around the three professors, small explosions of light flickering around them. Most noticeable was the small stain of black on Professor Snape's aura. It was enmeshed in the dark blues and greys around him. Professor McGonagall was surrounded by deep greens and yellow while an almost blinding sapphire blue surrounded the Headmaster. She searched carefully for any sign of danger but found none. She blinked rapidly and everything went back to normal.
"And what is your name?" Dumbledore queried.
Dee mulled over the two options that she could think of. Her first option would be to lie to these people and try and find a way home with Harry without their help though she doubted she would get very far as the layers of magic were just too unfamiliar to her which would mean difficulties later on. Or, she could cooperate with them and let them help, which would mean that they would be more likely to find a way home. She preferred the second option. And it probably wouldn't hurt to be polite.
"My name is Draco Narcissa Hypatia Lucretia Amelia Malfoy, sir." She replied smoothly as she straightened in Harry's lap. She gave them a polite nod. "Pleased to meet you."
"Malfoy?" Snape asked incredulously.
"Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Dee asked quietly with a narrowing of her eyes. Snape scowled and gave her a faint sneer that she returned whole-heartedly.
A cough from the Headmaster turned her back to him. "Now, now Severus. There's no reason to be so disbelieving. After all, from what young Harry has told us, it seems they're from another reality. It's only logical that there are corresponding people in their universe."
"You can't believe that story." Snape sneered. "It's preposterous! Alternate universes indeed."
"What makes you think that your world is the only one?" Dee asked with a frown. "Are you so naïve that you believe that the reality that you live in is the only possible one?" She bit back other comments about the man's ignorance. She felt Harry squeeze her waist lightly but ignored it.
"Excuse me?" Snape sputtered as he took a step forward.
"That's enough Severus." Dumbledore said quietly, though the command was evident in his voice. Snape stepped back, a black look on his face as he glared at the small girl.
"Miss Malfoy, I'm sure you are just as confused as us to what happened, but perhaps you could tell us what occurred before you arrived here?" Dumbledore asked kindly when she turned back to face him.
"What has Harry told you?"
"He mentioned that one of your classmates, Macnair, threw an object at you." He prompted.
"Ah. That. Yes, I remember. Before Harry and I found ourselves here," she paused and gestured towards their surroundings with a small grimace, "we were in the middle of a fight with a boy in our year named McNair. He called our friend Mione a mudblood and refused to apologise to her. I must have intimidated him somehow because he attacked me and it degenerated from there. At the end of the fight he threw something at me." She paused and clenched her fist, shivering slightly at the phantom echoes of pain. "I caught it out of reflex and it hurt. It hurt a lot. I don't know anything else aside from that." A thought suddenly occurred to her and she hummed softly to herself. She touched her scar thoughtfully, a gesture that caught the watchful eye of Dumbledore as he watched her thoughtfully.
"I agree with you, though, sir. I can honestly tell you that while everything looks the same, it doesn't feel the same." Dee replied. "Where we're from, we know of a Hogwarts as well, though it is not a school for wizards and witchcraft. I have never heard of these words before."
"Never heard of wizards and witches?" Snape said in disbelief.
"No. We have no such... people where we come from."
"So you don't know any magic?"
"Of course I do. I'm not a Muggle!" Dee replied, insulted. Harry chuckled behind her and she gave him a discrete elbow to the ribs.
"Then what do you call magic users in your world?" Dumbledore asked.
"Ah. Those of use who can wield magic are called Mages. We control the elements and the relating properties." She said with an air of pride.
"Very interesting," the bearded wizard murmured to himself as he stroked his beard. "I don't suppose you could show us your magic? I can only imagine it is far different from ours."
Dee frowned slightly and made a vague gesture. "I'll try."
"Why try?" Snape questioned harshly as he looked at her, suspicion still in his eyes.
"Because, sir," she almost sneered at him. He was quite unlike her uncle, yet so alike, and though she could see traces of pain that had caused him to be like he was, she didn't like the sarcastic and patronising attitude that came from a voice that she held dear directed towards her. "Your layers of magic are quite different from the layers in my world. In my world, there are several layers of magic that lie on top of each other. These layers are constantly rippling as each mage makes use of the layer they are attuned to. However, your world only has one layer, which is constantly being distorted in every direction as though too many people are pulling at it at any one time. I'm not sure if my magic will work in the face of that." She shrugged.
"But are you willing to try anyway?" Dumbledore asked gently.
Dee gave him a smirk that was very familiar and nodded. "Of course. A Malfoy never backs down from a challenge." She raised her left hand and snapped her fingers, the loud sound echoing around them. "Glacialis preasul1!" She called in a confident voice. She watched as the layer of magic around her twitched before leaping to her command. Momentarily, everything seemed to go black around her. The entire area seemed to become dead. Immediately a wave of nausea washed over her and she fought the urge to gag. But just as quickly as it happened, the area turned a brilliant lightning blue. Everyone in the room felt an undeniable pull as a silvery blue swirl appeared in front of her above the bed. The adults all let out sharp gasps as something inside them clenched, as though something vastly important to them had been ripped away. It grew until a perfectly sculptured female made purely out of ice floated above them. She was taller than Dee herself, who only stood at 5'4", and was closer to Harry's 6'2" at 6 foot. Long ribbons of ice laced around her slender frame to maintain her modesty. She turned and floated down, wrapping her cold arms around Dee's neck, scowling at Harry when he frowned at her.
"You called, Mistress?" Her voice was a whisper and it sent shivers down their spines but Dee gave her a smile and touched her cheek briefly. Faith seemed to see the worry in Dee's swirling grey eyes because she pulled her closer and made a soft soothing sound.
Dee smiled weakly at her. "I'm okay Faith, just a little disoriented. I was just showing the professors what I could do. You are very pretty as always, Faith." The ice maiden made a high sound of delight at the compliment as she twirled, her ribbons swirling.
"Thank you, Mistress!" She cried.
"You're welcome. I'll speak to you later." Faith sighed and caressed her cheek, glaring at Harry before disappearing in a swirl similar to that in which she came.
"I hate it when she does that." Harry muttered and Dee's lips twitched slightly in amusement despite the completely unexpected queasy sensation that summoning Faith had caused. She ruthlessly pushed the sensation away and gave J.P a small smile.
"You know your own Aurelia is just as possessive."
"Yes, but at least she likes you too." Harry sulked.
"A very impressive show, Miss Malfoy!" Dumbledore said with a hint of wonder in his voice.
"Did you feel it? That pull?" McGonagall asked as she gingerly rubbed at her wand arm.
"I guess using elemental magic puts more of a strain on the layer of magic here than it does back home." Dee paused. "What did you feel?"
"Like something had been forcibly pulled out of me." McGonagall murmured. "I felt empty inside."
"I see." Dee's expression became troubled. "I noticed it too, when I cast my spell. It seemed as though the layer around me dipped in response. I think that because there's only one layer, it is far more responsive than the other layers that exist where I'm from."
"So you control ice?" Snape asked, his caution overridden by curiosity at the power she displayed and the control she had used.
"I am a Water Mage." Dee corrected. She didn't feel comfortable enough to expand her answer and gave them steely stares as the silence stretched.
"I see. And what kind of magic do you wield Harry?"
"Oh. Fire." Harry replied. "Do you want me to show you?"
"I thought you already set some beds on fire." Dee rolled her eyes fondly as she noted the excited tone in her boyfriend's voice. He always did enjoy showing off.
Harry flushed with embarrassment and gave her a sheepish smile. "Oh yeah."
"Try not to make anything important explode, love. Perhaps you should try a Fire Dancer, Aurelia is usually easy enough to control."
"Good idea." Harry held out his hands in front of him, palms down and at shoulder height. "Ignis preasul2!" His loud command was followed by a moment of silence as everyone felt a pull again and produced a swirling mass of flame that slowly unfolded itself to show a female made of fire, her long robes of flame dancing around her ankles as huge fiery wings unfurled from her back. She was shorter that Faith, closer to Dee's height, but far more untamed. She smirked at the three professors who gaped up at her.
"Hello Harry. My, you look ravishing as always Dee." The fire woman leant down and kissed the girl's cheek and Harry scowled, batting her away with eyes dark with jealousy.
"Aurelia!" He exclaimed in warning and the girl snorted as she tossed back her burning hair.
"Fine, ruin my fun. What is it that you wanted?" She asked almost impatiently and Dee smirked.
"Harry just wanted to show you off Aurelia."
"Well, why wouldn't he? I am rather beautiful, aren't I?" She said, preening.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're rather full of yourself, that's what."
"I am just a reflection of your personality Harry. Don't blame me."
Harry flushed at Aurelia's words and muttered under his breath. Aurelia stuck her tongue out at him as she vanished in a burst of fire.
"I feel a little queasy." Harry muttered. Dee frowned slightly. If Harry was experiencing something similar, then it was probably a side effect of drawing from the unfamiliar layer of magic.
"Oh, here." Madame Pomfrey handed him a vial of potion that Harry took gratefully.
"Thanks."
"Very impressive." Dumbledore said with a shake of his head. He went silent for a moment looked at Dee thoughtfully and she squirmed under his gaze uncomfortably. He seemed to be just like the Dumbledore with whom she was familiar.
"What kind of magic do you use here, if it's not elemental?" Dee asked curiously.
"We use wand magic." Dumbledore drew out his wand. "It allows us to cast spells."
"Can anyone use a wand?"
"Not just anyone. You have to have magic in your blood."
"Oh, so you have Muggles here too?"
"Yes, there are non-magical humans."
"I see. How exactly do you cast a spell with a wand?"
"Let me give you a small demonstration." He flicked his wand. "Accio pillow." Dumbledore caught the pillow that flew from the bed next to Dee's.
"Accio?" Dee tilted her head. "I'm sorry, could you do that again?"
"Of course, my dear Accio pillow."
Dee narrowed her eyes quickly and her vision changed in a heartbeat. The entire layer of magic jerked and dipped around the Headmaster's wand as he said the words. She watched as the ribbons of light jumped and pulled at the pillow on the bed. The pillow was wrapped tightly in the light and flew towards the Headmaster. Well, that was certainly interesting to watch. It was almost exactly like how the layers of magic reacted to how she cast a spell without a wand.
"That's very interesting. We have a spell called Accio as well. I think the main difference is how we cast our spells." Dee murmured. "Thank you for showing me."
"No problem at all." Dumbledore paused. "But back to the matter at hand, do you have any idea why McNair would want to cause you harm?"
"Not really, no." Dee fibbed. It wasn't exactly a lie. She didn't trust these people enough to tell them everything.
"I see. You have no idea at all?" Dumbledore pressed gently. When she shook her head he leant back into his seat. She wasn't telling him everything, and in her position, he wouldn't have either. However, it would be prudent to keep an eye on the pair until they opened up to him. He clapped his hands and stood up with a smile. "Well, I think that it may be safe to say that you two will be staying here for a while. I think we had better find accommodation for the pair of you, shall we?"
"I guess so." Dee replied cautiously. She turned slightly and saw Harry giving her an encouraging smile and couldn't help but smile back at him.
"There's also the matter of having two Harry Potters and two Draco Malfoys attending the school at the same time," Dumbledore said as he watched them. "It would have been easier if other students hadn't seen you but as the majority of Sixth and Seventh Years have already seen you, it's too late to make up an exchange student story. We'll have to tell them the truth... about your names anyway."
"But if there are two Harry Potters, what will we be called?" Harry asked. "Dee doesn't like being called Draco so she's all right, but I like being called Harry."
"Why don't we call you Harry James?" Dumbledore suggested and then chuckled as Harry wrinkled his nose.
"Ugh, no thanks."
"Just call him J.P." Dee suggested as she slipped her feet back into her shoes and swirled her robe back onto her shoulders. Harry gave her a slightly disgruntled look and she shrugged. "I think it sounds cute."
"Ah, that's a reasonable suggestion." Dumbledore said with a smile. "It's decided, we'll call you J.P. What do you think of that, J.P?"
The newly dubbed J.P muttered to himself. "All right I guess."
"Don't sulk love, it doesn't suit you." Dee admonished as she turned to him.
"You sulk." he pointed out.
"Ah, but I'm good at it. I look like a mourning angel. You just look like a mountain troll." J.P sputtered as she turned back around, her lips turned up in a mischievous smile and J.P. brightened to see her relax. "Come along J.P, let's go."
"Hmm... Now, where to put you?" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Would you rather stay in the dormitories with the other students or have your own lodgings?"
"Personally, I'm not too comfortable sharing space with people I don't know." Dee replied.
"Ditto. Could we have our own place?" J.P asked.
"I'm sure that could be arranged. We also have the matter of which House you two belong to."
"House?" Harry asked curiously. "What House?"
"You don't have Houses in your Hogwarts?"
Dee shook her head, "No, there haven't been Houses in Hogwarts since the 1700s. They were Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, weren't they?"
"That's correct. But why aren't there Houses?"
"Ah, well, in the 1700s, there was a House War. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff weren't involved but the Slytherins and Gryffindors almost destroyed the dormitories."
"What happened?"
"Slytherin flooded and shadow stalked the Gryffindor Tower whilst the Gryffindors fire stormed and earth quaked the Slytherin Dungeons. No one was actually killed as such, though there were a lot of rather unpleasant injuries. Sufficed to say, the Headmaster was not pleased. They dissolved the Houses to get rid of the House rivalry. It worked I guess."
"I see," Dumbledore murmured into his beard. "Well, we have never had House rivalry that out of control so we still have houses. We need to put you into one until we figure out a way to send you back. It would be best if you had a House to call your own. That way, you won't be alone." He regarded the two thoughtfully. From what he could tell from the two youths, their appearance would definitely bring some excitement to the school.
"That seems reasonable." Dee replied.
"Does that mean we still have to go to class?" J.P. asked with a sigh. Snape snorted and McGonagall hide a smile behind a polite cough.
"Well, that's settled. Let's go to my office and sort you then." Dumbledore said with a smile.
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1 Ice dancer
2 Fire dancer
It's really obvious that I've changed quite a bit of this chapter. I wasn't entirely happy with what I had before and this will make it easier to tie up with the later chapters. Also, it helps with the characterisation problems with Dee and J.P.
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