Title: Doujinshi

Summery: Draco has been misplaced into a world without magic, and where a certain author by the name of J.K. Rowling has the attention of millions. After reading six of her books, Draco tries to get back to his own world to fix what he sees as wrong. However, he has to get back to his own world first...

Disclaimer: ...no. Don't think so. I wish, but no.

SPOILERS: Everything including HBP.

A/N:

SIX

He trudged through the passage, his sneakered feet not making a sound as he stepped. He stopped, pulling out a little gun and his packet of ever-present light pellets.

The hair on the back of his neck rose as the mist in front of him started to solidify, an almost silent chuckling emanating within. It took until the other was fully formed before the sound turned cheerful and nonmenacing.

"Hello. My name is Ted."

The little redhead eyed the brunet warily. "My name is Ge-"

Ted just grinned. "I know who you are. I'm assuming that you wandered down this corridor to learn how to put souls back together, correct?"

The redhead nodded, once again warily. "Can you teach me?"

Ted's smile, though still genuine, had turned immeasurably sad. "Think about who the other me's are for a second."

The other boy's eyes widened in sudden comprehension. "Oh."

Ted nodded. "Oh," he murmured back.

---

"So let me get this straight--I am somehow Hermione Granger."

Draco rubbed his forehead in a feeble attempt to keep off the impending headache, the sound of snoring from Tori not helping in the slightest. "You are the Granger from this world."

He watched with detached amusement as Timothy's arms tightened around Sarah's waist. "Then where's Weasley?" he spat.

Draco could sense Sirius shift beside him. "I think he's sitting beside Sarah." Amusement dripped from his tone.

Draco barely suppressed the smile that wanted to form as he watched Timothy whirl around to find the one he wanted to kill. A quick look at Aylene showed him the same amused smile that he tried to suppress, and an even quicker look to Sarah proved that she had gotten the hint, even if her slightly thick boyfriend hadn't.

Teeth bared, Timothy actually picked up Sarah to make sure he hadn't missed finding another redheaded male.

From her new perch upon his lap, she sighed and crossed her arms. "Dear, I think he meant you."

Timothy froze. "Oh..."

Aylene leaned forward, the silky strands of her hair glittering in the light of the lamp by the couch. "It only makes sense, after all. Auburn isn't so far from red. And Warner to Weasley at least sounds close." Her eyes darted to Draco's for a second to receive confirmation. "Not as close as Mallory to Malfoy, or Porter to Potter though."

A quick glance to Draco told her that he had figured that much as well. From the look on Sarah's face, it looked like her thoughts had been right on the heels of Aylene's.

Aylene felt a pang of loneliness flicker though her at the thought of Jeremy. His mother had drug him to the airport this morning. He had said something about his sister coming to live with them.

Sirius chuckled, breaking her out of those thoughts. "It looks like a pair of Slytherins manged to make friends with a set of bloody Gryffindors."

That statement caused everyone but Timothy to chuckle.

Timothy's mouth hung open, having finally caught up to the conversation.

---

Sarah sat alone that night in her apartment, the glow from the screen of her computer providing the sole light for her room. Her thin fingers sped over the keys, attempting to find any information on the Hikari that the 'net could give her.

So far, she had gotten the lyrics for a song, but she was determined.

Several of the pages that she brought up bore an odd symbol near the bottom of the screen. If she connected the space that was left to close off the shape, she thought it might look like a wing.

She let her cursor hover over one of the images for a second, surprised to see that it was a hyper link. She hesitated before she clicked it.

---

Sirius was camped out on the couch-turned-bed when Sarah came back into the Mallory apartment.

She had only done a double take at seeing the bed in the middle of the room and continued on her way to Draco's room.

"Drake," she whispered. "It think I found what you wanted..."

Draco looked up from his spot on his bed, a book set on his lap. Nodding, he got up and motioned her into the room while he went and got Aylene.

A few minutes and a silence charm later, all three sat in the room, the printed pages from the internet spread out on the tan feather-down comforter. A rabbit hopped in with a lilac sheen to its coat and nibbled at the bed until Aylene picked it up to placate it.

Facing them, Sarah sighed before going into Granger-mode.

"It seems that Morumaru wasn't just talking in a figurative sense when they compared the Hikari to the Order of the Phoenix. The group, from what I can gather seems to be little and does their best to fight the Oni. Like the Phoenix, it seems to be a tightly knit group, perhaps even more. From the description that you gave me of the little boy, I think he was one." She pushed her reading glasses up on her nose. "However, I couldn't find anything that would tell me how to join."

Draco passed his hand over his face. "No wonder his eyes looked so dead..."

A pained look fluttered over Aylene's face. After a few moments, she spoke. "Then what are we going to do? We just can't fall blindly into a trap. Is there any 'initiation'? It sounds like the little boy had training of some sort... but what kind? What weapon did he use?"

"It was some sort of gun." They looked up and gasped as Sirius rested against the door.

"Sirius... you're..."

"...younger..." Draco finished.

---

Jeremy hummed nervously as his mother sat ridge beside him, waiting for Elizabeth's plane to land. Even since he could remember, it seemed as if his parents had been split. In reality, he had been nine when his parents had split; now he was twenty five, his sister seventeen. He hadn't seen either his sister nor his father since then.

Over the past seven years, his mother had commented now and again on how he wasn't seeming to age. He didn't care to comment that neither did Aylene or her 'brother'. His mother didn't like them.

At all.

Thought they came from the wrong side of the river, actually.

He took another glance at his mother, once again noticing the stiff position in which she sat in and the pallor of her face.

He calmly quit his humming and slid his hand into his pocket, feeling the slick skin of the brown and cream snake that resided in his pocket. His mother knew about his little pet and didn't like to comment on it.

It was the snake talking to him that convinced him that something a little odd was going on.

He dimly wondered if his sister was a Parselmouth as well.

He blinked as his mothers form stiffened to new heights. "Her flight has come in."

They both stood and walked over to where the passengers strolled out. They watched impatiently as all the passengers paired up with the others around them.

All except for a little brunette with hazel eyes, close to around the age of eleven, wide eyes dashing about in fear.

----

She took to her blue tipped wings after giving the window a slight rap to the window in front of her to attract the attention of her fellow familiar. The other one nodded from his perch on his mistress' lap, knowing with sad eyes that she had to go and report to the other set to tell them how things were progressing.

All in all, she was a bit sad that her master was in this mess with this world, but she had read the sixth book as well and couldn't feel remorse over making this decision to take up Morumaru on the power of inter-dimensional travel.

Her wings snapped open as she caught the air currents that took her to Hikari headquarters, directly to where Morumaru sat, still bound together with their ever-present tape on their middle hands.

She let her shape shift into her human form, brushing her pair hair over her shoulder before she bowed and blushed a bit when she had to repeat the gesture again.

Morumaru giggled. "Not used to a human form are you Frost?"

She glared, putting her hands on her thin hips. "What business do you have making my master join the Hikari?"

Morumaru sighed and a weary expression fluttered over both of their faces. "He needs to learn how to fight. Once was able to come in contact with Seventh at one point, right before the bond was severed by a Shadow's Creature. Fourth is doing his best to guard all inter-dimensional passageways, but Third is also running around." They shook their heads. "Between the two, we're not sure who would win. We taught him our brand of magic... but that is a grantee of nothing since it is also the kind that Third uses."

Frost seemed to deflate a bit at that.

"Also, we are unsure what the long term effects of the Shadow's Creatures claws will have on Draco. Already, we thing that the poison has been accepted into his body, but what could the repercussions be?"

Frost seemed to think for a second before her face snapped up to the duet in front of her. "His eyes... they're being affected... I can sense it burn behind my eyes..."

TBC

Oy. Tired. And sick. Be happy. I feel crappy right now. I think the chappy came out weird, but once again, there's a lot of info in it.

Kinda feels like I have several different chapters in there. Oh well. Time for bed. 'Night.

Heh. Grammar is a little odd when talking about Morumaru, as I've found out while writing this chapter. They are 'one person' and they're not. What I'm trying to do, is if I've referred to them as Morumaru in the sentence first, I'm going to write them as one person. If I write 'them' or 'they', it becomes plural. Oy. I didn't think of this problem before hand. sigh

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