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 Four: Slytherin Games
Harry peered out the window, his glasses pushed up his nose as he pressed his forehead against the cold surface. His breath fogged up the glass, but he didn't care. He could make out the faint reflection of his own green eyes against the grey-tinged grass below the tower.
That boy, Harry Potter he'd said his name was, had been plaguing his thoughts all night. Harry was not used to seeing people who looked like him, let alone had the same name as him, fall out of the ceiling and into his life. At first he'd been afraid that it was another trick of Voldemort's, but something about the boy made him feel... well, longing. A single look into those guileless emerald eyes had made him ignore his inbuilt sense of danger. While Harry was sure his own were sad and soulful after having lost his parents, suffering under his aunt and uncle and cousin and then the tragic loss of his doting Godfather, the boy's eyes had been free of grief and full of confidence. Harry didn't know what to think but he knew wanted what that boy had, he wanted to know what it was like to have a life that made someone's eyes so free of pain.
He shuffled slightly on the window seat, clutching his blanket closer to him as he pressed his cheek against the window.
And the boy wasn't the only mystery. The girl, with her silvery hair and pale skin, she could have been Draco's twin sister. She'd looked broken lying there in the boy's arms, like a puppet with its strings cut. But in the brief moment that the boy had looked up, Harry had seen something horrifyingly familiar. A faint silvery scar marred the perfect skin on her forehead, though it had been quickly covered by the fall of her long bangs when the boy had moved her.
Harry brushed his own scar unconsciously with his long fingers, the calloused fingertips moving over the slightly raised skin. It was worth thinking about.
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Draco stared listlessly at the canopy above his head. His eyes were dull and blank as he lay there. His left hand was curled around a crumpled letter.
You are expected to follow in my footsteps. Uphold the family name.
Only one line of elegant handwriting marked the page but it was enough. Draco knew what was expected of him. He knew the consequences of refusing. Even from Azkaban, his father could still reach him.
Life slowly seeped back into his eyes and he rolled over onto his side and stared at the letter hopelessly. What could he do? He didn't want to be some mad man's slave, let alone a murderer. A self-mocking sneer twisted his lips as he thought bitterly about his options. He could refuse his father and die. He could follow his father and then be condemned for his actions. It was a wonderful array of options.
He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Unbidden, the sensation of lips against his ear came to his mind. He shivered and curled up, his knees tucked up to his chest. He brought up a hand and started to stroke his ear absently. The memory of Harry's body pressed against his, his chin resting on his head, but most of all, the comfort he felt, was painfully vivid.
He had never been a particularly affectionate person; his parents had never felt the need to show affection for their only child, let alone each other. Then again, Draco knew his mother and father didn't hold much affection for each other. Theirs had been an arranged marriage and Draco was dreading the day when they told him who he was going to marry. Choosing his own bride had never been an option and it was something that Draco often mused upon. He sometimes imagined the kind of woman he would marry. She would have to beautiful, extremely wealthy and she would have to know her place. In other words, boring. Draco wanted someone who would meet him head on, someone who wouldn't be afraid to tell him he was wrong and someone who wasn't scared of him. That didn't leave many people.
Harry Potter isn't afraid of you.A voice murmured in his head. He frowned at the thought. He didn't need this. He thought he had gotten over that crush years ago. But you know you enjoyed being in his arms. He wouldn't let anyone hurt you. He wouldn't let Lucius hurt you. He could protect you.
"But who would protect me from him?" Draco said softly to himself. The voice was silent. Draco sighed and closed his eyes. That was the question, wasn't it? If it wasn't one person that hurt him, it was another.
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"J.P wake up." J.P. snorted in his sleep and rolled over towards the voice. He cracked open an eye and stared up at her. The bathrobe she was wearing was a deep emerald colour and looked like silk. Knowing Dee, it probably was. She was brushing out her long, wet hair.
"Merlin, what time is it?" He muttered and looked around. He squinted at the clock and then dropped his head with a sigh. "It's only seven, Dee. Why are you awake? Why aren't you in bed with me?
Dee made a small sound of amusement. "You're a randy nutter, J.P. I'm ready because Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned that we would be meeting our Housemates today. As such, I think it would be best to be awake and dressed before the professors come to pick us up." She didn't mention that she'd been awake all night trying to think of a way to get them home.
"And I need you to dry my hair." She continued. She sat down at the edge of the bed and turned her back on him. "So come on, dry it for me.
"All right, all right." J.P. sighed and sat up. He slowly ran his hand down her hair from crown to tip. A soft reddish light sprung up around his hand and made her hair glow a soft pink. Within moments, Dee's hair was dry. J.P grimaced at the slight nausea that welled up in him but shook it off. "Ugh.
"Still feeling ill?
"Yeah.
"I think it depends on how much concentration we need to cast the spell. I did some scrying this morning and I felt a little ill, but nothing compared to when I summoned Faith.
"So you're saying that we'll only get sick if we cast big spells? The other spells will just make us a little queasy?
"Yes.
"Better than feeling like I need to throw up all the time." J.P replied as he leant forward to nuzzle her neck as she pulled her hair back to start braiding it.
"Oh no you don't." She stood up and turned back to face him as her fingers moved through her hair. "I'm not going to get caught in another compromising position with you.
"Aw, come on." J.P. said with a beguiling smile. Dee only snorted and rolled her eyes. "You're not very nice to your boyfriend." J.P pouted.
She gave him a familiar smirk. "I'm a Malfoy. I don't do nice." She replied. "Now you, get into that shower and make yourself decent." She pointed imperiously towards the bathroom and cocked an eyebrow expectantly.
"Fine, you slave driver.
Dee smirked. "I rather like the thought of you being my slave.
"Ah..." J.P gave her a look that was a mixture of amusement and worry before he threw the covers off and grumbled as he padded to the bathroom. "But what am I going to wear?
"DonÔt worry about that, I'll look after it." She pulled her hair over her shoulder as she finished off her braid and tied it off with her black velvet ribbon. J.P nodded and disappeared into the bathroom.
She wrinkled her nose as she looked at their uniforms. She had laid them over the top of the large chest at the end of their bed and wondered what to do with them. She picked up her ruined shirt and looked at it critically. Narrowing her eyes, she shook it out. It shimmered for a moment before it started to change shape and colour. It darkened into a slate grey, the front fusing together and the whole thing shortening so that it reached just under her bust. She shucked off her bathrobe and pulled the shirt over her head. It fit her snugly and she smiled in satisfaction. It cinched tight under her bust and the long sleeves were slightly wider at the end and the high collar was soft against her jaw line. She dismissed her skirt and picked up her robe and ran the material between her hands, murmuring to herself and watched as the silk turned into a coarser fabric and dulled in colour until it was black. She pulled on the black muggle jeans and buttoned them up as she nudged her shoes. They shivered and then grew bigger. The sensible school shoes morphed into a pair of black dragon skin boots that would go up to her knees. She slipped them on before looking at J.P's clothes.
"Now, what would look good on him?" She murmured to herself. She touched his shirt lightly and like her clothes, it shimmered and shifted. She held up a black sleeveless shirt that had deep red stitching around the edges. She nudged his grey trousers with her knee and they became baggier and darker, melting into a pair of black combat pants. His shoes were easy to transfigure into a pair of combat boots, and she smiled in satisfaction.
"Nice clothes, Dee.
She felt large arms wrap around her waist and warm lips nuzzle her ear. "Of course they are, I made them." She retorted.
"So what am I wearing?
"These. Put them on before the professors get here." She went into the bathroom to check her hair. She was startled when she heard a low whistle and blinked at her reflection in the mirror.
"You look simply ravishing, my dear." Dee tilted her head as it dawned on her. A talking mirror! How fascinating! She leant close and traced her finger over the cold surface. She felt a shiver of magic leap to meet her touch. A soft giggle from the mirror followed and she leant back.
"Well, that's interesting." She smiled.
"Not as interesting as you." The voice replied. "You look very familiar. Have I seen you before?
"I'm sure we've never met before.
"Well, I don't think I'll forget your face now. You're positively stunning." The soft voice positively purred from the mirror as Dee fluffed her bangs and tilted her head from side to side.
"Merci beaucoup[1]." She smiled and blew a kiss at the mirror and smirked when it let out a soft squeal. She gave herself one last glance before turning and walking out of the bathroom.
J.P had finished changing, and she looked him over critically. He had added a pair of dragon-hide arm guards, quite similar to those in the Quidditch uniform, which were plated with tarnished silver along the outer side.
"Very nice, Potter." She purred as she ran her hand down his chest. "All my lessons didn't go to waste.
J.P winked and adjusted his arm guards. "As if you didn't know that already.
"True." Dee agreed as she smoothed his shirt one last time before picking up her robe and swirling it around her shoulders. She had just finished closing the silver dragon clasp when a knock sounded at the door. She walked over to the small table by the door and peered into the shallow bowl of water that sat there. She saw the shaky images of Snape and McGonagall and nodded to herself.
"Come in." She said politely and watched as the portrait swung open and allowed the two professors to enter.
"It's good to see that you're both ready." McGonagall said in an approving manner. "I think it's best that we lay down some ground rules first, however.
"Of course." Dee replied.
"First of all, there is to be no wandering around after curfew, which is nine O'clock, unless you have permission or a good reason. Secondly, there is to be no fighting in the halls or between classes, and especially during classes. You must sit at your House tables during every meal if you wish to attend them." She gave them pointed looks. J.P. looked a little unhappy about the last rule but didn't protest. Dee just nodded. "Is that clear?
"Yes professor. We have similar rules back at our school." Dee said.
"Very well. We'll introduce you to your Housemates now. Miss Malfoy, you will be going down to the Slytherin Dungeons with Professor Snape and Mr. Potter, you will come with me to Gryffindor Tower." They both nodded and followed out the portrait.
"See you later Dee." J.P said as he leant down to kiss her cheek.
She waved him away and nodded. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She drawled and smirked. J.P rolled his eyes and followed after McGonagall. Dee watched him for a moment before turning to face Snape.
"No public displays of affection, either." Snape said tightly.
Dee raised an eyebrow but didn't reply and followed after him. She looked around avidly, taking everything in; all the differences and all the similarities making her shake her head. The air had become a little cooler and she was glad that she enjoyed the cold. Even back in her world, she had stayed in the dungeons so it didn't really bother her. They walked down a set of stairs before they came to the end of a long hallway. There was a large set of shackles hanging on the wall.
Snape cleared his throat. "Purity of blood." He turned to see Dee's curious look and explained tersely. "It's the password to the common room. Remember it. I won't tell you again.
"Yes, sir." Dee replied. She watched as the stone in front of them shifted and then parted with a dull groan. She was met by a handful of people sitting in a large room decorated in a silver and green design. Large, plush sofas were spread around the room with smaller tables close to them. A huge fire roared away in the fireplace, above which sat a large portrait of a stern looking man with sharp eyes and a stern expression. It was Salazar Slytherin. Dee would know his face anywhere. His portrait sat in her sitting room back in Hogwarts.
When the walls parted completely, they stepped in and the people who were already in there looked at them in surprise. A few raised curious eyebrows and many talked quickly to each other whilst others scampered away and brought back more people. Dee's eyes moved over them all with the same arrogance that had earned her the nickname Ice Queen, aside from the obvious. She gave them a smirk and they started twittering again.
"Enough!" Snape snapped and they all quieted down. Dee could see the respect in their eyes when they looked at the Head of their House and filed it away. "As you all know by now, there was an incident yesterday." There was another bout of twittering and Snape scowled them into silence. "This girl here is one of the people who was involved. Her name is Draco Malfoy.
"Draco Malfoy?!
Dee's smirk widened as she thought about how comical they all looked with their wide eyes and gaping mouths. "Draco Narcissa Hypatia Lucretia Amelia Malfoy to be exact." She drawled.
"She has been sorted into Slytherin House." Snape didn't say anything about treating her nicely. It would have been useless. Slytherins were not known for their friendliness.
"She will be attending your classes starting on Monday." Before he could continue, there was a small popping sound and a house-elf appeared at his side.
"Professor Snape, sir." It said in a squeaky voice. "Headmaster Dumbledore would like to talk to you.
"Very well." The house elf nodded and disappeared with another pop. "I shall leave you to get acquainted." He turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Dee by herself against the wall.
There was an awkward silence that Dee refused to fill with nervous chatter and settled for giving them all assessing glances. Most of them were staring at her with a mixture of distrust and curiosity, but Dee expected that. She felt a twinge in her chest and looked towards a darkened corner of the room. A lone figure sat in the large wing chair and slowly rose. Silver met silver and there was a flash of surprise in both eyes. There was silence as the boy moved forward and stopped several feet away from her. Both of them narrowed their eyes as they assessed the other.
The boy was tall, probably 5'10", and slender. He looked like her father when he was younger, albeit a little more finely boned and delicate. He was wearing a pair of black dragon hide boots and black trousers with a button up black silk shirt. He looked like a fallen angel. Dee smirked; she had an inkling of who he was. The Headmaster and the Sorting Hat had mentioned another Draco Malfoy.
"Draco Malfoy, you said?" The boy drawled the question.
"That I did. May I take a wild stab in the dark and ask if you happen to be named Draco Malfoy as well?" Dee drawled back.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy." He tipped his head slightly in a mocking bow.
"Enchante[2]." Dee smirked and returned his mocking bow with one of her own.
"Isn't Draco a boy's name?" Dee looked at the girl who had spoken. If she wasn't mistaken, it was Pansy Parkinson, though this one wore a lot of makeup.
"And what might your name be?" Dee asked. She noticed the other students sitting down where they could. Probably waiting for a show, Dee thought in amusement.
"Pansy Parkinson. Why is your name Draco if you're a girl? I would have thought that a girl would have gotten a girl's name," Pansy asked snidely. She glared at the silvery blonde. She had the same angelic beauty as Draco and if she had the same sort of charm that Draco had, she would be able to topple her from the top of the Slytherin females without batting an eye.
Dee didn't even pause in her reply. "I happen to think Draco is a fine name and goes very well with my last name. Dragon of Bad Faith is exceptionally regal, wouldn't you say? Though I do prefer being called Dee. It's a lot more feminine. But I must say, it's better than being named Rose or some other flower." The sideways glance and smile she gave Pansy was calculated in its sweetness. "Not making any fun of your own name of course. Pansies are very lovely flowers.
The girl gaped at Dee in embarrassment as she felt her face going red. She spluttered unintelligibly for a moment before drawing her wand. "How dare you!
"Oh, I think it's perfectly reasonable. You insulted me. Can't you take any insulting yourself?" Dee replied calmly as she looked at the other girl's wand lazily. She watched with interest, as the magical layer seemed to bend around her as she swung it up and pointed it straight at her face.
"I wouldn't insult me, if I were you." Pansy hissed.
Dee watched as Draco stepped back slightly to watch with an expression of interest. "And why's that?
"I know a lot of painful curses and hexes.
"Really? What makes you think I don't know any myself?" Dee drawled.
"You haven't even drawn your wand." Pansy snorted.
"Why should I bother?" Dee asked lazily as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Petrificus totalus!" Pansy snapped as she flicked her wand. She smirked and when Dee didn't move. Obviously, the girl was as dumb as she was pretty.
"That wasn't nice." Dee murmured as she tilted her head to the side and gave the spell a slight nudge as it brushed by her. It bounced off the wall behind her and Pansy squealed as she ducked it. It hit a sofa and crackled out harmlessly.
"You should watch where you point that wand of yours. It's dangerous." She smirked.
"Stupefy!" Pansy snarled.
Dee's left hand snapped up to her face in a fencer's salute. "Protego!" A shimmering sphere sprung to life around her as everyone close to her jerked in surprise at the tugging sensation her casting caused. Pansy's spell skittered off her shield and Dee slowly lowered her hand. A slender, crystal like wand was held in her hand. It shimmered in the light and she twirled it at her side as she smiled at the other girl. In truth, the wand in Dee's hand was made of ice but she figured that no one would be able to tell the difference. She just hoped she wouldn't be feeling too nauseous after this.
"Parkinson, I suggest you stop now. I don't particularly want to duel with you, but I will retaliate if you attack me again." Though her voice was light, there was a hint of warning. Inwardly, Dee could feel her heart swelling with anticipation. There was almost nothing she enjoyed as much as dueling or competing. It was like a drug to her; the adrenaline was incredible.
Pansy's face went red at her words and completely disregarded her warning. She waved her wand aggressively. "Furnunculus!
Dee crouched down and let the spell whistle over her head. She flicked her makeshift wand as she stepped to the side. "Torpeo[3].
Pansy hadn't expected any lateral movement and was too surprised to cast a shielding spell fast enough. Pansy hissed as her arm suddenly went numb. She felt as though someone had frozen her from shoulder to fingertip. She had managed to block the spell with her left arm. She flicked her wand again. "Expelliarmus!
Dee saw the ribbons of light speeding towards her and managed to twist to the side. She felt the rush of magic that both heralded and followed its path as it moved by her. "Glacialis madidus[4].
Pansy slipped on the wet ice that had spread out under her feet and fell hard on her backside. She turned bright red at the snickers she heard from her Housemates and screamed an anti-gravity mist spell. Pansy was frustrated to see Dee calmly step away from it.
"Redo[5]." The mist seemed to swallow itself before it shot back at Pansy.
With a startled Finite incantantem, Pansy dispelled her mist but not before falling backwards in her haste to avoid her own spell. Pansy leapt to her feet and snapped a modified chaining spell. She smiled smugly when Dee tried to move but was dragged back against the wall when heavy metal chains shot out and wrapped around her tightly. "Not so confident now, are you?
"It could be worse." Dee replied and then smirked in a decidedly feral manner. "Frago[6]." Long spikes of ice began to form around her, slipping between the circles of chains and expanding. There was a dull groaning sound as the chains fought to stay together but they finally fell away with a loud snap. Dee dusted off her clothes nonchalantly.
Pansy gaped at her before she started firing curse after curse at her in fury.
Dee shook her head as her opponent's movements became more erratic and violent, dodging easily and casting a few numbing spells every now and then. "So much wasted motion[7]." She murmured. The other girl was quickly tiring herself out with all her frenetic movement.
"What was that?" Pansy snapped, panting. She was getting tired and Dee hadn't even broken a sweat yet. She pointed at the hem of Dee's robes and cast another spell. "Incendio!
"I think that you move too much, you waste too much energy." Dee replied as she calmly put out the tiny spark that had lit up the hem of her robe. She wasn't too worried about it. After sparring with J.P and his pyromancy, that little spell was nothing. She tilted her head as she contemplated her opponent. It would be best to finish it now, before the girl collapsed.
Pansy shrieked in frustration and embarrassment as the other girl pointed out her problem. She waved her wand again and arrows shot out of the end of it.
Dee hadn't expected a physical attack and stepped back in surprise. She only managed to twist away from the first and second arrow, but the third and fourth drew blood. She shrugged off her heavy robe and sneered at Pansy. An angry red slash decorated her left shoulder, a trail of blood making its way down her arm until it dripped off her long fingers and onto the floor. Dee brought her hand up to her face and snarled when it came away sticky with blood. The last arrow had sliced across her cheek and had left a long but shallow cut along her cheekbone.
She glared at Pansy through slit silver eyes. "I hate pain." Dee hissed. She tossed her wand to her other hand and raised it slowly so that it pointed at Pansy's face. "I really, really hate pain.
The soft, dangerous tone in her voice caused Pansy to panic and she cast the first spell she thought of. "CRUCIO!" She hadn't meant to cast it, but her fear and desire to see the other girl go down had been too much She barely registered the horrified gasps of the other students and Draco's disapproving glare.
Dee's eyes widened in surprise as the sheer hatred behind the spell hit her full force. She barely managed to duck as the spell screamed over her head. She rolled forward, wincing at the pain it caused her shoulder, and to her feet, grabbing Pansy's arm, leaving bloody fingerprints on her skin, and forcing it to the side as she stepped close to the taller girl and pressed the tip of her ice wand to the base of her throat.
"I have a feeling that was not a very nice spell, Parkinson." Dee said as she narrowed her eyes. "In fact, I have a feeling that that's not the sort of spell you should be firing off at all." She pressed the tip of her wand against her skin and saw a glimmer of fear in Pansy's eyes.
The other girl shivered as the area immediately around the two of them dropped several degrees. Her eyes widened as her breaths came out in small puffs of mist and her eyes darted down to Dee's fearfully.
"A fight should be clean and elegant, Parkinson, without waste[8]." Dee plucked the other girl's wand from her limp fingers and stepped back. "Don't ever go into a fight without knowing your opponent. That's just asking to die." She gave her a toothy smile. "Let me show you what I could have done to you." She pointed her own wand at a nearby sofa. "Ignis glacialis[9]!" Pansy gasped as something tugged at her. For a moment, she felt empty, devoid of magic and she almost sobbed at the feeling of loss. But the feeling was gone in an instant.
A blaze of lightning blue engulfed the sofa. There were some startled shrieks as everyone cowered back from the brilliant flames that solidified almost instantaneously to encase the sofa. It glimmered in the firelight and one of the braver students touched it tentatively with her wand. It hit it with a faint chink and when nothing adverse happened, she touched it with her hand. She turned around with a look of complete amazement on her face.
"It's ice." Everyone turned back to look at Dee, but she had already left, her robe also gone. Pansy's wand lay at her feet.
Only one person had noticed the silver girl's exit and followed quietly in the midst of Pansy's resulting temper tantrum.
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[1] Thank you
[2] Pleased to meet you.
[3] lit: numb
[4] Wet ice
[5] lit: to give back
[6] lit: break
[7] and [8] If you can guess where these lines comes from, I'll give you a special prize!
[9] Ice fire
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