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Inylan: lol, I'll never either XD anyway, thank ya! and yes, it was like my fingers were posessed when I wrote that chapter, they just wouldn't stop lol
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A/N: somehow I feel like this came out LAAAATE...anyway, for those of you waiting for an update on H2 then wait a few 24 hours more I almost got it...finally (sweatdrop)
Chapter Eight: Back and Forth
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"This is it?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at the school, "did Dumbledore want them to remember everything?"
"Yeah, this school's pretty similar to Hogwarts," commented Hermione as the followed the two adults into the building.
"Um…one question," Ron said, fingering his hair uneasily, "why the bloody hell do I have to have blond hair?"
"So you won't be recognized too quickly," Agredartha suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.
"I know that, but still, why blond?"
"It suits you," Deverick answered.
"Right…" he said with heavy sarcasm.
"Oh just be happy with what you have, besides, you don't look half bad with blond hair," Pansy said, fingering her own curly red hair distastefully.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing."
"Mother fu-"
"Oh hush Ron," Ginny interrupted, "do you want Harry back or not?" her brother nodded grudgingly, "then get your act together, god!"
"I still don't understand why I get blond," the teen muttered.
"That's enough," Agredartha said in a calm but commanding voice, "now, when we get in there you must stick to the names we gave you. We must not reveal everything to them all at once; just give them clues so they can get visions."
"We know," the three said in unison.
"Good," she turned and opened the doors.
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There was warmth.
As soon as the raven head drifted to consciousness he felt wonderful warmth that felt so much better than the covers.
Where were the covers anyway?
He frowned and felt around only to realize that he had been sleeping over them.
His movement caused the warmth he was sleeping with to move. It was a person. Instantly, he opened his eyes and found himself staring into a bundle of silky platinum blond hair. After further inspection he noticed that this persons skin was as pale as snow and that it was a boy.
"Malfoy!" he yelled out, springing away from the blond like he were some kind of nasty disease.
The stirring boy awoke at the sound of the name. He sat up quickly and spotted the raven head on the edge of the bed. "Potter!?" he shouted, paling more than he already was, "what are you doing in my bed!?"
"Oh shut the fuck up!" groaned a voice on the other side of the room, "bloody hang over," Ivan stood up, dangerously stumbling on his way to the bathroom.
"Who was that?" Draco asked before looking around at his surroundings, "where are we?"
"How should I know!?" Harry grimaced at the pain in his head, "what happened?"
"What do you last remember?" Draco too was beginning to feel the same effects in his head.
"We had a fight…a weird one, and I woke up in the hospital wing…god I can't think! I've got a freaking headache," he closed his eyes and gripped his throbbing head.
"It's all I can remember too," he let out a small whimper when the pain in his head turned like dulling needles, "a-and then-"
Their lips touched like feathers before deepening up to the point where their tongues shared a slow dance, tasting the alcohol in each others mouths.
Draco fingered his lips lightly in horror. That vision couldn't have been real, it couldn't have been his imagination either, he would NEVER think about that, NEVER.
"What?" Harry asked tensely, not liking the look on his rivals' eyes. The Slytherin ignored him and looked around the dorm again; everything was just like the vision, the beds, the walls, the bottles.
Draco frowned. Bottles?
He breathed into his hand, sniffed and made a face. "Ugh! Cheap liquor!"
"Excuse me?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"We've been drinking cheap liquor you dolt!" shouted Draco, causing his headache to get worse.
"Keep it down, oh god my head," Jack sat up from his bed, massaging his temples gently, "I am going to kill Ivan," he muttered darkly.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, reaching in his pocket for his wand only to find that it wasn't there. He checked his other pocket, it was empty too. "Where's my wand?" he felt around for the familiar piece of wood.
"Between your legs genius," Jack stood up and made his way to the bathroom, holding onto the edges of beds to support himself, "I'm gonna be sick!"
Ivan walked out of the bathroom drinking a cup of water. "I need a barrel of aspirin."
"What's aspirin?" Draco asked, frowning. Who were these people?
"You're joking right?" Ivan let out a chuckle, "poor Calvin's lost half his memory!"
"Calvin?"
"Ha! He can't even remember his own name!"
"My name is Draco Malfoy," the blond frowned even more, "who the hell are you?"
"Delusions too!" Ivan kept on laughing lightly, "You're gonna be one interesting sight in classes."
This guy was just asking to be hexed. Draco reached in his pocket but found himself empty handed like Harry. "What's going on?" he muttered to the raven head.
But Harry was staring at him oddly, like he was worried about him. "Er…Calvin? You ok?"
"I am not Calvin!" raged the blond. It was a stupid move, really. His headache felt like his head was splitting in two.
And then there came a strange sensation. His head was cooling off, like there was ice inside. Shuddering, Draco closed his eyes, relaxing as the pain ebbed away. His quick breathing slowed down and he was gone.
Opening his eyes again he noticed Brian staring at him weirdly. "What?" he blinked.
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Allen ran down the hall, schedule in one hand and bag on the other. He was late for Charms.
'I hope I don't get detention!' he thought worriedly, turning the corner. He really had no idea where he was going.
"Slow down boy."
"Sorry, but I'm late!" he yelled, "Can't talk can't chat, gotta run! Gotta run!"
"You're going the wrong way, Mr. Dimble."
"Oh!" he screeched to a stop and turned to face McGonagall, watching him with some amusement, "sorry."
"Where are you heading off to?" the headmistress asked.
"Charms."
"Ah, I see, follow me," she turned and walked down the hall quickly followed by the first year, "how have you been holding up so far?"
"What you mean?"
"Slytherin, how are you holding up there?"
"Oh," he let out a chuckle, "everyone's been asking me that, am I the first happy guy to go to Slytherin or something? They all seem to worry over me so much."
"Slytherin doesn't have the best reputation," McGonagall smiled, "dark wizards and witches always seem to come out of that house."
"They're forced to," shrugged the tall boy.
"Pardon?"
"I've talked to a few people in my house, they all seem nice, not only to me but to everyone."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "and these two guys, Crabbe and Goyle, they volunteered to help me with my homework and stuff, even teach me on some future schoolwork for next year."
"Crabbe and Goyle?" she raised an eyebrow, "are you sure?"
"Yep, why?"
"Er…they're not exactly the brightest students in the school," she said gently.
"Oh I know, they told me," he laughed, "don't tell anyone I said this, but they're faking it, they're really geniuses, they've been trying to get horrible grades so that they'll get left back, I don't think they like living outside."
Geniuses? Crabbe and Goyle? Could those really be used in a sentence together?
"I won't tell then."
"Thanks," he smiled, McGonagall couldn't help but smile back, "you know, I never knew I was a wizard, I didn't even show signs of it until…what was it? August?"
"Yes, I think so."
"What do you mean?"
"Er…it's complicated. I'll tell you later. Here's charms," she stopped in front of a door, sounds you things crashing could be heard from the inside as well as the muffled voice of Flitwick trying to help his students.
"Thank you!"
McGonagalls' eyes widened when the tall boy hugged him before going inside. She stared at the door vaguely. "Albus is in there…somewhere."
She walked away, face stern, hands behind her back, and pursed lips. Her favorite disguise. Memories filled her head about the letter she found sitting before the former headmaster.
Take care of him Minerva, he must not know until the time is right.
'That boy…he's much too young to know…just like Potter was in his first year,' she thought sadly.
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"Welcome back, everyone," Mr. Peterson said enthusiastically, smiling down at his class, "how was everyone's summer?"
"Boring!" someone yelled, "stop killing time, teach us French already!"
"Right then," the French teach sat on his desk and pulled out his attendance sheet, "Alice Aman?"
"Here!"
"Timothy Aaron?"
"Present sir!"
There was a pause, "er…nice to see you again too. Jason Brown?"
"He-"
The door burst open and in crawled Calvin and Brian, practically tripping over each other on their way to their seats.
"Oh Brian not again," the teacher shook his head while the class burst into fits of giggles at the clumsy duo.
"What?" the raven head looked at the young man confusedly.
"Hangover?" at this the students giggles turned louder.
"Oh, weird thing really, it's gone."
"Gone?" he raised an eyebrow, "so you did drink."
"Uh-well…erm…Ivan made me do it!"
"Where is he?"
"In bed."
"Jack too?"
"Yep."
"Alright then," sighed Mr. Peterson, he looked at the blond boy next to Brian, "who are you?"
"Calvin," the pale boy blushed when all eyes turned to him. He tried to ignore half the class looking at him with a little too much interest, "I just moved here."
"You share a dorm with Brian right?"
"Yes."
"Poor lad," the teacher shook his head while Calvin stayed as clueless as ever, must have been a side effect from the hangover, "well, take a seat, welcome to Alemeron."
"Home of the perverts!" yelled Jason.
"True," muttered the teacher, shrugging.
Calvin looked at the teacher with mixed surprise and confusion. "Can I go to the bathroom, please?" he asked slowly, frowning slightly at the strange teacher.
"Sure," he took out a small piece of paper and scribbled on it before giving it to the blond, "There's a bathroom down the hall," he pointed beyond the door. "Now," he stood up with a textbook, "since today's the first day back we'll start off small."
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"What's the first class?" Ron asked as the group walked down a hall.
"Uh…French two," answered Hermione, reading the schedule list.
"We don't actually have to pay attention in that class do we?"
"No Ron," the brunette said sarcastically, "we stay completely oblivious and get F's."
"Oh good," sighed the 'blond' "I hate languages, gets me all confused." Hermione suppressed the urge to hit himupside the head.
"She was being sarcastic," Pansy said, eyeing the paintings on the halls, it was weird to see them not move. Since she wasn't paying attention to where she was going she slammed into someone. "sor-"
"Watch where you're going!" yelled the person, looking at the Slytherin in disgust. She was a strange looking girl, purple hair, pale face, she wore her uniform in a way to show off her body more and her contact lenses (Pansy and the others thought they were real, except Hermione) were red swirls.
"You could have gotten out of the way, there's plenty of space in this hall for that," Pansy bit back.
"I can walk wherever I want-Calvin!" she waved at a person behind Pansy and pushed past her, nearly slamming her to the wall.
"Excuse me!?" the 'redhead' suggested angrily. Her face fell when she saw the person the girl was walking towards, "Draco?" she whispered.
"What are you doing out of class?" the girl said in a low suggesting manner.
"I'm going to thebathroom," Calvin said, oblivious to the girls' advancements.
"Mind if I join?"
"You aren't exactly a guy are you? Unless you have something hidden under your skirt," he looked slightly nauseous.
The girl laughed rather falsely, "you're such a challenge. That's why I like you," she brushed her hand on his chest and walked away, not knowing that her little movement made Calvin look even more nauseous.
Shaking his head, the blond continued walking but stopped at the frozen group. "I'm sorry, did she do something to you guys?"
"She's got a snooty tongue," muttered Pansy, crossing her arms, "who was she?"
"My friends' cousin, Mallory," shrugged the blond. He took a good look at the group, his face slowly turned vague, "you look familiar," he said to Ron.
"Really? I don't recall-er-ever, nope-ow!" he glared at Hermione, rubbing his side.
"Weasley!?" the blond looked at Ron bewildered, the group jumped, startled, "you're blond!?"
"Don't remind me-what did you say?" his eyes widened in shock.
"Where am I?" he looked around a bit worriedly, "Pansy? What the hell happened to you!?" he yelled, seeing his friend in curly red hair, "and, Weaslette and Granger," he looked at the two other girls, "what's going on?"
"Malfoy?" Ginny said uncertainly, "is that you?"
"Of course it's me! And here I thought it was your brother who was an idiot."
"We'd better get Deverick and Agredartha," Hermione said, grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him to walk down the hall.
"Let go of me!" he tore his arm away, "you have no right to touch me!" he straightened his shirt.
"Malfoy shut up and follow us, please," Ginny sighed, just when she was starting to like the new Malfoy, the original had to come stampeding back.
"Pansy where are we and why on earth are you in that?" he made a face, gesturing to his friends' uniform.
"I'll explain later," she pulled at the hem of her sleeve nervously.
"No I want to know what's going on, where am I? Why are you dressed like that? Will someone ple-"
Ginny pulled him by the shoulder to face her and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. The blond lightly touched his reddening cheek, "calm down you're really annoying when you get hysteric."
"Hysteric?" he looked at her confusedly, "what are you talking about?"
"You were yelling questions, I consider that hysteric."
"I didn't ask anything," he frowned, "what did I-ah!" he bent over slightly and put a hand on his head in pain.
He was saying something insulting, about someone who was his teacher. Before he could say anymore the girl with brushy brown hair that was standing nearby suddenly walked over to him and slapped him. Actually it felt more like a punch. He staggered.
"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul-you evil-"
Calvin's eyes widened as he touched the other cheek that wasn't slapped by Ginny.
"Calvin, was it?" Hermione recalled a bit sadly, looks like Malfoy was gone again.
The blond looked up at her and tried not to gasp. This girl looked exactly like the girl in his vision.
Except, he frowned, this one had black hair, and she had a bit of a tan. Plus there was the fact that she didn't have buckteeth.
"Yeah…" he took a few steps back.
"What did you see?" Ginny blurted out. Calvin looked at her in surprise.
"I-I…no, I just need to go to the bathroom," he tore off, running away from the strange group. Who were they?
"Way to go," Ron said dully to his sister.
"What?" she looked at them in confusion, "what did I do?"
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McGonagall sighed as she looked at the mirrors. Twice Draco was back to normal, but whenever something came to him in an impact he was back to being Calvin. Harry was no different.
Setting down the mirrorsand watched asa scrollappeared on her desk. It was strange the way these Lords and Ladies delivered urgent messages. Obviously they were well beyond their time with spells.
Untying the ribbon, she unrolled the parchment and read the letter.
Her lips quivered as her eyes darted from one word to another. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes from the strain.
In the beginning she wasn't really afraid about Lefryn, who could be afraid after a long deserved break from Voldemort? To her, this person was just a name, another mad man wanting to take over the world, an easy win against him.
But now it was becoming more real. This man was much more insane and dangerous than Voldemort. At least he wanted 'to make things right' whereas Lefryn is just wiping out the world.
The United States barely had any survivors, and South America was practically a burning hell. Lefryn was more than evil, heck he could give the devil himself a run for his money.
'Those two had better start remember,' she stared at the mirrors before her.
The door knocked and for a second McGonagall thought Lefryn was paying her visit.
"Headmaste-mistress!?"
Oh, it was just Blaise.
The Slytherin ran in before she even spoke. "You have to come to the Hospital Wing, something's wrong with Allen."
Without hesitation the headmistress swiftly walked out of her office and followed the boy to the infirmary. "What happened?"
"I don't know, I was talking to Allen on our way to classes, then he got a headache and nearly fainted, he kept saying he was getting a bunch of visions or something."
"Visions?" she looked at Blaise bewildered.
Allen couldn't have been chosen…could he?
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Eh…14 pages T.T oh well lol, I got possessed again when I typed O.O I dunno what's making me write this stuff, but I hope it'll be enough to get to the good stuff XD anyway, leave a review please :) au revoir!