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Harry Potter and the Serving of Justice	By : MikiNDaxxi Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 16660 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Veil as the Mirror Universe (WEEEEEEEEEE OPPOSITE LAND!!!!!)

The fellowship trooped one-by-one through the veil, each with their very own special splash. As it turned, out the veil had decided that floating mysteriously above the Black Lake, for no reason but to simply show off that it could, was a spectacular idea. They fell, some more gracefully than others, into the coldness of the lake.

As they tread the black waters and took in their surroundings, they identified the shores of the Hogwarts grounds and made for it, taking advantage of the Bubblehead charms. Well, they all swam for shore save the Weasleys who spied their long-time enemies, the merpeople of the lake. It was rumble time.

Noticing that the Weasleys were headed in the opposite direction, Harry inquired after them.

“Guys, where are you going?” he called.

“We’ll catch up,” said George elusively, pausing to face Harry. “We’ve got some stuff to take care of.”

Harry gave him a penetrating (hee hee) look, and George succumbed.

“Alright, alright,” mumbled George. “We’re going to fight the merpeople. We’ve got a turf war going on in our universe, and I see no reason why we should let it go simply because these merpeople don’t know about it. Ignorance is no excuse.”

Harry blinked at him, trying to understand.

“So…” Harry started, “You’re fighting a turf war with aquatic-dwelling creatures over territory you can never inhabit?”

“Yep,” George confirmed. “That sums it up pretty succinctly. Battles have been fought over far more inane things. I’ve personally killed for a Klondike bar.”

Harry couldn’t respond for a moment. He simply dog paddled silently as he tried to absorb this.

“Right,” he said finally. “Cheers then!”

“See you!” chorused the Weasleys and paddled away.

“We’ll catch up with you later!” called Hermione from shore as she rang out her mass of wet hair. She grinned malevolently and suddenly flipped her hair, smacking Neville stingingly across the face.

“Ow!”

Harry gave one final incredulous glance at the figures of the Weasleys disappearing in the distance and followed the rest of the fellowship to shore, where Draco was complaining about how the Bubblehead charm had mussed his hair.

They had just cast a drying spell when they noticed wisps of smoke trailing out from behind a tree in the distance. Intrigued, they went to investigate.

As they drew closer, they saw a dark shrouded figure in the center of a beautiful field of daisies. It was a man, his dark and strangely familiar greasy hair adorned by at least five daisy chains. He puffed intermittently on a rather suspicious looking cigarette.

The group crept forward ignoring the pleas of, “No. No. This cannot be happening,” from Snape as he trailed at the back of the group in hopeful disbelief.

They trooped up to the figure which appeared to be almost an exact replica of the potions professor…with, of course, the exception of the flowers in his hair.

The Other Snape, shielded his eyes from the sun and peered at them with a look of spacey, begrudging curiosity.

“Intendant Hermione?” he inquired. “Is that you? Your clothing is so,” He took another drag from the cigarette, “strange.” He eyed her ordinary robes.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow. Intendant Hermione? This sounded interesting. She would have to play this carefully.

“Actually,” blurted out Neville, “we’re from a different dimension entirely.”

Hermione shot him a death glare.

“Judging by your presence,” continued Neville not noticing Hermione’s stare, “it just might be a parallel universe, since we have another Snape too!” He smiled stupidly.

“Cool,” snarled Other Snape, “dude,” he concluded as a bitter afterthought. “Well, welcome to our universe.” His upper lip curled. “Since you are here, would you care to join me in making daisy chains?”

It was strange. Those words which in any other circumstance would have sounded so sweet were uttered in a voice that sounded anything but. Instead, the voice sounded resentful of the question pouring so unwillingly out of his mouth. The voice was a dead match for Their Snape but gave the impression that, although he knew how ridiculous he sounded, he couldn’t help but to continue spewing hippie bullshit. Every Snape-particle of his being obviously loathed and fought what was happening.

“Making daisy chains is fun,” he twitched with a demented smile.

His smile gave the impression that some external power was forcing it to grin. Like his voice, this grin was more maniacal than welcoming and said quite clearly, ‘I’m going to kill you if you take me up on this offer of daisy chain making.’

“No,” said Hermione as Their Snape sobbed quietly in the background, “I think we’re good.”

“But!” protested Neville.

“Shut up, Neville,” recommended Draco.

Other Snape peered around the group at Their Snape’s hunched form. He got up, daisies falling from his hair and strolled over to the man who was trying so desperately to pretend that this was not happening.

“Wow,” said Other Snape in surprise. “It’s Other Me. Won’t you join me, my brother who finds himself in another universe completely dissimilar from the mirror universe as seen in Star Trek the Original Series and Deep Space Nine?”

The sky darkened but remained otherwise unthreatening. The group looked to the sky.

“Why doesn’t this Star Trek-esque universe send the multiverse into crossover overload?” inquired Harry.

“Obviously,” explained Lupin urgently, “Because we don’t talk about it. We DON’T TALK ABOUT IT. Plus, it already existed on the other side of the veil,” he concluded with shifty eyes. “In fact,” he continued, “let’s agree here and now that if we see something that could potentially be a crossover element, we won’t mention it. Try to avoid them. Although,” he shuddered, “evidence would seem to show that it shall be a long and perilous journey in which the authors of this fan fiction seek to destroy us in a crossover minefield of doom.”

“Curse those girls,” snarled Hermione.

“What girls?” asked Harry curiously.

“Oh Harry,” sighed Hermione, “just go back to pawing Draco. That’s really what you’re best at.”

Their Snape stomped bitterly on the daisy chains which had fallen to the ground while Other Snape watched him sadly.

“I suppose I should take you to meet the Intendant,” Other Snape said, taking one final drag from the cigarette and dropping it on the ground.

“I have a feeling she would be tickled,” his lips fought to form the next word, “pink…to see you.”

“Very well,” agreed Hermione. “I want to meet this…Intendant Hermione anyway. Lead the way, Other Snape.”
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