Yay, update.
11/23/07
"Today, class, we will be learning the Patefacio Sententia Charm. Can anyone, besides Ms. Granger, thank you, tell me what this spell does?" Professor Flitwick announced. He climbed up to his pile of textbooks and scrutinized the class. Not one hand went up. Not even Hermione's.
Except Harry's, of course. He'd always been different.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter?"
Harry coughed into his sleeve and said in an unsure voice, "The er- Patefacio Sententia Charm is a lot like Legilimency, some say. It sort of... enters the castee's mind and allows the caster to see and feel what the other is feeling, but only on the surface? It's not as strong as Legilimency, though, so only the most recent thoughts are found. It was used mostly in hospital work in the 1800's for serious accident victims."
"Correct, Harry!" Professor Flitwick beamed towards the boy, "10 points to Gryffindor!" He took out his wand and began the lecture, motion with it the specific ways to move the wand.
It wasn't long before it came for the class' turn to try the spell. They were asked to partner up and were sent on their merry way as Professor Flitwick scuttled around, pointing out errors and giving out tips and points.
"I'm ready," Harry said. His sleeves were rolled up and he had a deadly set look in his eyes. The potion was already wearing off, but he shook it off and took out the flask to take another sip. He felt calmer.
Hermione smiled confidently and waved her wand up twice, swished it to the right and jabbed at Harry's head, a light blue light going down the wand, into her arm and finally into her brain, calling out Patefacio Sententia. As soon as the light reached her mind's eye, though, she was pushed back by an immense force.
Harry was glowing slightly, and he was doubled over in pain. The classroom went into immediate panic as his body almost literally burst into a ball of light. Two figures stumbled out, looking absolutely bewildered as the entire Charms class stared in fright and wonder. What was happening?
The first of the two figures, obviously male, as the class could see, was lying on the floor, flat on his face, naked as the day Harry Potter was born. He blinked once, twice and then twitched as he realized he was nude.
"Fuck!" he muttered. "Anyone got a pair of pants? Extra pair of boxers? No? Damnit. Oi! Granger, person, whatever your name is, you mind handing me your robe?" He was scowling towards the entire class.
Apparently he didn't like the attention.
Hermione obliged, looking distraught. "Harry?"
"Not Harry. Jay." he practically ground out. He was grimacing at the Gryffindor emblem on the cloth, but then hugged it tighter around his thin body.
"Yes, yes- uh- Jay. What... happened to Mr. Potter?" Professor Flitwick asked, pointedly annoying the scowling girl in Harry's uniform that was sitting next to Jay. She looked very put out.
"How the fuck should I know? Some person in this class decided to give us a calming draught and then sent us a bout of Patefacio Sententia," Jay was now looking at the strange dark haired girl beside him. Flitwick looked panicked for a minute then nodded, then sent a startled Hufflepuff to alert Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey.
"What happened?" the girl hissed to Jay. Her verdant eyes darted around the room.
She looked like Harry, as did Jay, but not. There was a certain air of... Slytherin?- around them, and it bugged Hermione to no end.
"Well, I suppose I do know what happened. But I'll let your little minds figure that out yourselves, hmm?" Jay said in a matter-of-factly-, holier-than-thou way. He was more arrogant than Harry, for sure.
"I do think it is in Mr. Potter's best interest if-" Flitwick squeaked out, trying to get his point across. He had hopped down from his tall stack of textbooks and stood before the now robed stranger that looked very much like Harry Potter.
-x-x-x-x-x
At this point, Draco got a good look at the mysterious girl and boy. They were, blatantly, hotter than Potter had ever been. Neither wore glasses, and neither had a crows nest for hair. Instead, they had honest, emerald eyes and a sexy mop on each of their heads.
The boy was just as short as Potter was, only reaching to about his chin, as was the girl. His hair had a blue-ish tint to it in the light. His eyes were dark and solemn, similar to Potter's just after 4th year.
Draco looked to the girl closely.
The girl had hair that reached the her waist. It had a red-ish tint. Her eyes were much more brighter than Potter's. Much more innocent. Nothing at all like Potter's, he vaguely noted.
Both of their faces held the similar pout that he associated Potter. Their noses were the same, the mouths, the ears. Almost everything about them. Everything but their attitudes.
"I dunno about you, Draco, but I think that girl is staring at us," Draco heard Blaise mutter. He looked to the girl closely and nodded, noticing her eyes dart away nervously as she bit her full, lower lip
Did she know something? She probably did. Potter always did that when he knew something.
-x-x-x-x-x
"Mr. Potter's best interest!" Jay mimicked rudely. "It's always in our best interest, isn't it? And how does that end up? Some one dies." He held the girl closer to him and looked to her.
"Did we trade personalities, or something?" he asked her quietly. She shrugged her shoulders and mouthed a 'no'.
"Hmm... that's strange."
A grave, worn voice sounded from the open doorway. "Indeed, my boy. Indeed."
The two centers of attention sway their heads to see the Headmaster in all his starry purple robed glory, the confused and frightened Hufflepuff biting her nails nervously behind him.
"Bumbles! So nice to see you!" the girl sneered, finally finding a clear voice. She sounded as nasty as Jay, only tenfold.
Dumbledore only ignored her and turned to Flitwick. In a calm voice he said to the short man, "Filius, do you know what has happened here?"
"I'm not quite sure, Albus. This-" he struggled for the right words, "- impostor?- says that they know what happened, but they won't share." He gestured towards the boy.
"Ah- we shall remedy that, then, hmm?" Dumbledore mumbled, eying the two with a wary glance. "Mr...?"
"Evans." The boy ground out tersely. His grip tightened onto the girl next to him, and he looked almost to the point of seething. He gave the Headmaster a dirty look behind his back and fingered him with his free hand. Many of the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors gasped while the Slytherins snickered behind their hands.
"Mr. and Ms. Evans, please follow me?" It was a demand. He made a sweeping motion with his hand towards the door and gave the room a meaningful look.
"My last name isn't Evans. It's Potter." The girl said crossly. She grabbed Jay's hand and exited the classroom, Dumbledore soon following after saying a 'sorry' to the class.
They walked in an angry silence to Dumbledore's awaiting office.