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Topsyturvy	By : AquamarieneStardust Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 92984 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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I heard the door bell ring and the door open. There was excited squealing and then talking before the unmistakable yell of my Uncle.
“BOY! GET DOWN HERE!” I sighed and got off my bed and walked to the door and down the stairs not looking up once or caring about the three people that would be staying here for the summer.
“Show them to their rooms. Their son will be in your room, you can share with him or sleep in your OLD room,” my Aunt told me slightly kinder than her husband would have. I sighed and nodded and took a hold of two of the bags and turned to climb the stairs once more. At the top of the stairs, I saw my cousin come out of his room and he obviously didn’t see our guests behind me because he through a punch that I dodged, barely.
“Dudley, meet our guests.” I whispered harshly to him.
“Oh right sorry about that, pleasure to meet you all. I’m Dudley Dursley.”
“Nice to meet you young man.” A familiar deep voice said and I spun around to see Lucius bloody Malfoy and his wife, Draco following behind them slightly.
“Oh no,” I whispered glaring at the three who looked at my bruised, swollen, and bloody face wide eyed taken aback.
“Be nice Potter. They are above you, so wipe that look off your face and take them to their rooms, or I’ll tell Father.”
“Shove it, Diddy Duddy Kins, or I’ll make healthy food for dinner tonight.” Dudley glared but walked down the stairs. I turned to the closed door that was the entrance to my room and looked at the younger Malfoy. “I don’t fancy returning to the cupboard under the stairs that I used to sleep in, so you will have to make do with sharing with me, Malfoy. Besides, I don’t think I’d fit in there anymore anyway. Put your hand here, would you?” I pointed at a place on the door and he looked at me cautiously before placing his hand there, pulling it back with a slight yelp.
“What are you playing at?” He demanded and I rolled my eyes.
“Security measure, keeps people I don’t want in, out. The twins came and put that spell on it so that you can only enter if your blood is given, but I have to willingly let a person give their blood.” I pushed the door open and walked into the room that now had two beds in it. “You get the one closest to the door. Hedwig don’t attack him, or Aunt Petunia will have you stuffed.” I walked back out of the room and down the hall to the guest room.
“This is our room?” Mrs. Malfoy asked kindness in her calm voice. I nodded.
“I’ll be making dinner soon, anything in particular you would like? Oh and no magic in the house, my Aunt and Uncle hate it and Dumbledore put a spell on the house to keep anything but powerful, accidental magic from happening.”
“No dear and thank you for the advice.” She replied and I walked away and back to my room. I walked in and saw Malfoy looking around.
“This is a sty.” He commented in disgust. I rolled my eyes and waved my hand changing my room back to how it was all dark emerald, black, and silver. Dumbledore may have blocked regular magic but for some reason I could do non-verbal, wandless magic, and no one ever knew.
“Just in case my Aunt had followed. My relatives hate magic you see, if she had seen what the room looks like now as opposed to how it USED to look like I would have gotten another beating and I’ve already had four today.” I flopped down on my bed next to the window and sighed.
“They hate magic? But you’re a wizard, and my mother is your Aunt’s best friend.”
“Must not know your mum is a witch then otherwise Aunt Petunia would hate you and your parents, not as much as me, but still. Uncle Vernon and Dudley are the same.”
“And they raised you?!”
“It didn’t used to be like this, they were fine until I started showing signs of what I know now is magic.”
“Oh, and then they turned?”
“Yeah, and I resented them for it. They started beating me, took me out of this room and gave it to Diddy Duddykins and moved me to the cupboard under the stairs. I started having to do chores that normally I wouldn’t have done until I was thirteen or fourteen, like cooking, mowing the grass, gardening, cleaning with chemicals; I was only three when I started showing magic. They beat me all the time when I would use magic, they beat me when I messed something up; they beat me when I asked questions; Dudley turned me into his own personal punching bag. They would starve me for days or weeks at a time; I went almost three months with nothing to eat but a slice of bread every other day when I was ten. Just before I turned eleven, they let me out of my cupboard, and they were all always yelling at me. I resented them and I would use magic to punish them, the day that I sent Dudley to the hospital with every bone in his body broken was the day they started being afraid of me.”
“So did it stop?”
“No, it got worse, but so did their punishments. Then I started school and something about my attitude changed as soon as I touched my letter, I felt like there was nothing I could do and I was weak and afraid. And then there was Sirius.”
“My Mother’s cousin?”
“Yes, he was my godfather, more like a father though really. He grounded me, made me WANT to be good. He and Uncle Remy are the only ones that knew who I really am, besides Hedwig anyway. And I’ve been slowly breaking the curses and spells put on me when I was a year old. The one I finally broke three days ago was a compulsion to hate all things related to Slytherin house, where I was supposed to be sorted had it not been for that spell.”
“You’re joking!?” I looked over at him and saw that he was sitting on the very edge of his bed a shocked look on his face.
“No, I’m not. I wanted to take your hand that day you know, every fiber of me screamed to take your hand.” I huffed a little.
“But the spell made you do the opposite. Why? Who would do that to a child? Take away all their free will?”
“Think would you Malfoy? Who wants me to be their PERFECT little weapon and would do anything for that to happen?” He looked at me thoughtful for a moment.
“It can’t be?! He’s supposed to be the leader of the light!”
“Yeah, well he’s darker than even Voldemort is. He wants to take over the world ‘For the greater good’. He wants to enslave the Muggles and keep them ignorant even though they are MUCH smarter than we are.”
“I refuse to believe that.”
“Come with me and I’ll show you.” He nodded and stood up and followed me down to the kitchen. “They keep food cold and fresh in this.” I took out a few things and went to the counter laying them out before turning on the oven and the flat top stove. “They cook food in and on this with no flame.” I went to the dishwasher and checked it to see if it was full or empty and if the dishes were clean or dirty. Seeing it was full of dirty dishes, and I close the door and start the cycle. “And wash dirty dishes in this.” I explained.
“Wow, so maybe they are a little smarter than us.”
“A little? Malfoy, this is just the kitchen, there is a whole WORLD of things out there. Like the microwave, it cooks food almost instantly, and a gun, no spell can defend against it that I know of and it kills just as easily as the killing curse.”
“My god. That’s terrible!”
“As far as medicines go, they don’t have to take vile tasting potions, a pill with some water will cur most things, there are some liquid ones too and even though some of them do taste vile you don’t have to take as large of a dose of it as you do of potion.” While I was telling him these things, I was preparing the items I would need for dinner. I decided on spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and cider. I looked up at Malfoy and saw he was looking around terrified.
“How do you stand living here if it’s so dangerous?”
“Because most Muggles are really rather kind, and my Aunt and Uncle are as well, except to their freak of a nephew. If they hit me one more time, though, I’ll be just like I was before school started first year. Dudley still has the marks from back then.” I said out loud, to no one in particular.
“What’s kept you from it? Your godfather is gone so there really is nothing holding you to the good boy everyone thinks you are.”
“I didn’t want to insult his memory by reverting to my old ways just after his death. It’s only been about a month. Break only started a week ago.”
“Very true,” he visibly relaxed and looked around a little more. I smiled as I watched him.
Why do I like him? This is the nicest he’s ever been to me. Though I think he might like me too, based on the way he always has to have all of my attention on him.
Malfoy’s attention turned back to me. He walked over to me and held out his hand.
“What do you say? Want to start over?” I smiled at him and took his hand fighting the blush that wanted to creep up when I took his hand, “Friends?”
“Definitely,” I told him and we both smiled wider.
“Would you like some help?”
“Can you cook?”
“I can make a potion.”
“Well it’s the same basic thing with instead of making a liquid soup or stew we are making a solid right now. I’ll help you though.”
“Deal. Hey Potter?”
“Hum?”
“Do you think that everyone at school will be shocked when we return as friends and not enemies?”
“Definitely.”
That night after dinner, which tuned out really well considering how close Draco came to burning the noodles and the sauce a few times, Draco and I were in my room lying on our respective beds when two identical owls came in the window. One went to Draco and one to me. I took the official looking letter and handed the bird a treat before it left. I broke the seal and took out the parchment and read it.
Dear Miss Potter,
I am writing to inform you that you are requested to attend a private reading of the will of Mr. Sirius Orion Black tomorrow morning at nine. Please inform no one but those that you trust about the meeting and come alone. Enclosed is a port key that will bring you to the proper place at the proper time. Do not be late.
                Stonehammer
                Chief Goblin of Gringotts Bank
I looked up from the letter, shocked. How had they known I was really a girl cursed to look like my dead, squib, twin brother? And why didn’t he want me to tell anyone about the meeting?
“Mine is from Gringotts, about my Mother’s cousin’s will. I’m supposed to go to the will reading tomorrow at eleven.” Draco commented.
“Mine is the same but I’m going to a private reading at nine.” I told him. I knew I could trust him; trust him better than Ron and Hermione, who both wanted nothing more than to ride my coat tails to fame and fortune and glory.
“Well good luck at the meeting. I really hate going to these things, they are full of people who are angry that the departed didn’t leave them what they thought they should have. It’s really hard on the people closest to the person listening to all the greedy bastards. I’m sorry you’ll have to do it alone.” I shook my head.
“If it will be anything like you say it will, I’m glad I’m doing it alone.”
“BOY! GET DOWN HERE!” I sighed.
“I’ll see you in a while.” I got up and went down stairs to my Uncle, who was furious. “Yes, Uncle Vernon?”
“What is the meaning of the state of the garden?” he bellowed pointing out the window.
“It appears we have a rabbit problem Uncle.” I replied and he hit me, hard. He kept hitting me, all the Malfoys running into the room, my Aunt and cousin behind them. They all watched shocked as my Uncle beat me. And I snapped. There was a powerful burst of magic coming from my core as I forcefully broke another seal on my body making me look like Harry was SUPPOSED to. Taller, more muscular, shoulder length black waves and Avada green glowing eyes, my power increasing tenfold as well. I looked at my Uncle laying on the flood cowering in fear. “You have hit me for the last time. What you feared would happen, now has. The old Harry is back, and he’s staying, permanently this time. Now filth, it appears we have a rabbit problem. You and that whale of a son of yours are going to go out and deal with it. NOW!” The whole house shook with the amount of power that I was releasing. Both scrambled out the door and I looked at my Aunt, seeing a slightly terrified but relived look on her face.
“I’m glad you are alright dear, and they deserve anything you give them for how they treated you. I missed you dear. Are you hungry?”
“I want some of your violet pudding please? It’s one of my favorites.” She smiled and nodded.
“Ready in an hour?” I smiled and hugged her.
“Thank you. I’m going to go up and let Hedwig out to fly for a while.”
“Sounds good to me. Narcissa, Lucius, Draco you are welcome to have some as well.” They all smiled and nodded their thanks. Draco and I went back to my room and then let loose our laughter.
“You weren’t kidding, they are terrified of you. What’s up with your Aunt though?”
“She was always kind to me until my Uncle and cousin started beating me. Then every time she was kind to me, they would beat her too.”
“That’s horrible!”
“I know, but it’s what they do. My Aunt loved my mum very much and I know her being dead affects her, just like it does me. But to Aunt Tunny, I am all she has left of her sister. And I know she was desperately in love with someone else before my uncle, I just wish I knew who. If I could find out I would do all I could to get them back together you know.”
“I understand that but how? She’s married and has a child.”
“So? I’ve wanted those two dead for hurting her for a long while now.”
“You can’t just kill them Potter.”
“Why not? They hurt someone special to me.”
“You would be sent to Azkaban that’s why.” I sighed and though for a bit. Then I remembered something.
“Hey Malfoy?”
“Yeah?”
“Voldemort ordered that no one lay a hand on me. Right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. Don’t lie.”
“Alright fine, yes, I know, and yes, he did. Where are you going with this?”
“We are going to send him your memory of him hitting me, as well as your Mother and Father’s, and the instructions on how to find them and when.”
“You’re evil.”
“What’s your point?”
“I think I like it.” We smiled at each other and then went to find his parents and tell them our plan.
“That’s a wonderful idea. But we’ll have to be careful.” Mr. Malfoy mused, a thoughtful look on his face. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Just tell him you would do it yourself if you weren’t trying to keep a low profile and keep the neighbors from talking.” I said to them. All three looked at me, slightly shocked. I rolled my eyes again.   “What? I’ve always known you two were Deatheaters and that your son would be, if Voldemort ever came back.”
“Potter, you are too smart for your own good.” Draco said eyeing me. I just shrugged.
“I know about Professor Snape, too.” Now they were openly gaping at me in shock. “Oh, hush and write the letter please. We can transfigure Hedwig and she can deliver it to him.”
“Bossy. You remind me of a girl sometimes.” Malfoy stated.
“Maybe I am a girl.”
“I’ve seen you in the locker room after you’ve showered, you are defiantly NOT a girl.” I smirked at him.
“Why Malfoy, I’m shocked! I didn’t know you batted for the pink team!” I teased and he blushed.
“I am not gay Potter!”
“Boys,” Mrs. Malfoy reprimanded a small smile on her face.
“Potter, when will your Uncle leave the house?” Mr. Malfoy asked.
“Normally he leaves for work at about 6:30, and returns at around 7 every night. He is the head of Grunnings Drill Company.”
“And your cousin?”
“Leaves between nine and ten every day to go hang out with his friends and terrorize younger children, when he returns is anyone’s guess.”
“Pudding is on,” my Aunt called from the kitchen and we all got up and walked in there to get some of the delicious treat.
“Thank you Aunt Tunny.”
“You are very welcome dear. Vernon and Dudley are still in the garden trying to get rid of the rabbits.” I laughed.
“Those fat lards will never manage it. You have to be fast to catch a rabbit.” She smiled and stroked my hair.
“Yes, well, they deserve it, and so much more for how they treated you.”
“I don’t care how they treated me, what I care about is how they treated you. My magic heals me well enough, but you don’t have any that I know of.”
“Harry, our guests…”
“Are just like me.”
“OH! I had no idea!” She turned and looked at her best friend who nodded. “Well, I’m glad. I never really hated magic, I just hated that it took my sister away from me. But it did bring me my nephew, and he is such a sweet boy. I just wish I could have had your sister, too Harry. Aphrodite looked just like your mother but had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I was confused though when you started showing magic; your mother, Lily, told me that you had no magic and that your baby twin sister had inherited it all.”
“You had a sister?” Draco asked his parents were shocked as well.
“Yes, there were two of us, and the weaker child died that night. I do miss my twin greatly though. We loved each other very much and could read each other’s minds. We shared a mind, really.”
“We never heard that there was a second child, only the one.” Lucius stated. “This changes a lot.”
“More than you could possibly ever know.” I stated quietly eating the sweet violet pudding, a smile on my face as I enjoyed my sweet treat and watched the fat lards in the garden struggling to dive on the rabbits. Once we were done eating our snack, there wasn’t any left for the other two who had to do the dishes as soon as they came in. Aunt Tunny went to her solarium to read a book and finally relax, while the rest of us went to the den to finish the letter.
“Alright, it is finished. How will we get the memories if we can’t do magic?” Lucius asked looking to his wife.
“I can do it, though I’ve never extracted a memory before.” I told him. “You will have to tell me how it’s done.”
“Alright then, it is quite simple. You place your want tip to the temple and the person or yourself thinks of the memory they want to give up, then you slowly pull away and the memory sticks to the tip of the wand and you deposit it in a crystal vial and stopper it or directly into a pensive.” I nodded to the blond aristocrat and he pulled out three vials from his pocket.
“Do you have another? I could put in one of mine that show Dudley hitting me and you can put in the letter that you collected it while I slept. Otherwise it will just be my stupid Uncle that he goes after.”
“Marvelous idea, Draco you told me the boy was a dunderhead.” His father glared at him and Draco to a step back.
“I thought he was, obviously he wants people to think he’s dumber than a kappa.” Draco looked at me and I nodded. “See? I was right.”
“If people didn’t think I was stupid, they would never underestimate me and part of why I’m so good at dueling, is that everyone, but apparently Malfoy here, underestimates me.” I looked at Draco who had proud look on his face. “I personally think he just had it in his mind to kill me because I’m so amazing.” The look vanished and he glared before we both burst out laughing. The two adults sighed and shook their heads.
“The memories Mr. Potter, if you please?” I nodded and started with Lucius. I walked to him and reached out to place my index finger to his temple. “What are you doing? I said wand.”
“Wands don’t work, but with how much power I have my finger will.” He nodded and I placed my finger to his temple and waited a moment before I pulled back slowly. There was a cold silver tendril of memory attached to my finger that came loose after a moment of pulling. I placed it in the vile and it was stoppered and placed very carefully in the velvet lined and padded box that my uncle usually kept all of his cufflinks and tie tacks in. Now, those were in my room waiting to be sold as all of them were made of gold or silver with a gemstone of some sort on them. I moved to Narcissa and did the same thing. Then Draco, as I reached out to touch his temple our eyes locked and his gaze never left mine. As I touched him gently I saw his ears turn a slight pink in a very faint blush.
So I was right, he does like me. He will probably deny it vehemently until I convince him otherwise, but better not confuse him. I’ll start seducing him after I get my real body back. I pulled my finger away his memory firmly attached and placed in the waiting vial. Then I did the same thing to myself thinking back to three days ago when Dudley beat the living piss out of me, after chasing me down with his friends and cornering me. Two of them held me, while Dudley hit me and the others just stood there and laughed. I pulled my finger away and the memory was gone, I knew what he had done but I couldn’t remember how, or when or why. I REALLY need to get a Pensive for myself. I placed the memory in the final vial and it was stopped and placed with the rest.
“Alright, now what?” Draco asked.
“Now, I call Hedwig, she changes and I send her to deliver the package after your Father finishes tying it up.”
“Oh, ok then.” I closed my eyes for a second and concentrated before opening them again.
“Hedwig? Hed can you hear me?”
“Yes, my dear. What can I do for you?”
“I need you to deliver something. It will be very dangerous, are you up for the challenge?”
“Aren’t I always? Where are you sending me and why?”
“I am sending a package to Voldemort to dispose of two of my problems and to protect my Aunt.”
“FINALLY! I’ll transform and flash to you now.”
“Thanks Hed.” A moment later there was a bright flash of light and the white and black spotted phoenix was in the room and she landed on my shoulder. “Hey Hed, how was your hunt?”
“Very good, thank you.”
“That’s your owl?!” Draco was looking at her shocked as were his parents, I just nodded.
“She looks like an owl to keep people from trying to force her to bond to them, as the most powerful of her kind she has been forced into bonds before, and I am her true master so she turned into an owl to wait for me. Now that I look like this, she can show her true self as well to help make the statement that we aren’t anyone’s playthings any longer.”
“He could be a little faster couldn’t he? You know he is yours don’t you? You are his mistress, as you will be for a few others.”
“Hed, I don’t know what you are talking about. We will talk about it when you get back. Don’t flash directly into where he’s at he’ll start firing curses, and I don’t want you hurt. Just find someone and convince them to let you into his room, and make sure he gets it.” Hedwig trilled and took the package that I handed her and flashed out, after cuffing me affectionately on the head. I looked at the clock and saw that it was ten o’clock. “Well, time for me to go to sleep. I have to be up early in the morning, and with any luck my two problems will be dealt with by dinner time and I can start trying to find Aunt Tunny’s REAL true love. Good night.” I walked to the solarium and kissed my Aunt good night.
“Goodnight my dear, have a wonderful night.”
“I’ll try to, I have to go to Siri’s will reading tomorrow morning, and Draco is going in the later morning, I think his mom might be too, she was his cousin.”
“Alright, dear. Harry darling, would you mind brushing out my hair before you go to bed?” I smiled and summoned her special brush from her room and took down her hair. I started to brush her long hair gently and she relaxed.
“Aunt Tunny?”
“Yes dear?”
“Do you love uncle Vernon?”
“No. I haven’t for a long time, Dudley isn’t even mine. He’s Vernon’s from his first marriage, his mother died in child birth. I married Vernon when Dudley was four months old; you came a little over a year later.”
“Do you remember the man you loved before him?”
“You mean, do I remember the man I still am in love with? Harry dear, I never stopped loving ‘Rus. We were going to get married but something happened, there was an accident and he died I think, he certainly never came back for me.”
“What was his full name?”
“Severus, Severus Snape.” The brush fell out of my hand and clattered to the floor I was so shocked. Aunt Tunny looked up at me worried. “Are you alright dear?” I shook my head slightly to clear it.
“Yeah, just tired is all. I think I’ll go to bed now.” I retrieved the brush and sent it back to where it belonged, kissed Aunt Tunny once more and then went to my room where I changed into sleep pants and went to sleep without a shirt.
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AN: Ok so tell me what you think of it.

For those of you that like Slave, I'm stuck on it and when I get stuck I start a new one until I can work on the old one again and a lot of the time the new one is better than the old one...

The idea for this came to me in a dream and I had to put it down on paper, and so far I love it. I hope you all do too.
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