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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Draco’s head snapped up. “Did you hear something?”

            Harry looked up from his book, frowning. “No. What did you hear?”

            Looking around, Draco didn’t see anything, but that didn’t really mean anything. “Do you
see Draconius?”

            “No...” Harry said slowly, but stood anyway, and looked around. “Malfoy, why’s there a
bed?”

            “What?”

            “It’s the Room of Requirement. It chooses to furnish itself with whatever you require. We
don’t need a bed, and it certainly wasn’t there when we came in earlier.”

            “Draconius, I knew it,” Draco hissed, clenching his fists. “We’re not going to give in to
your sadistic match making, you lousy imposter!”

            “Thank you, Merlin!” Another voice said, then, “Oops. Ow, Harry!”

            Upon hearing that familiar voice, Harry darted forward, and ripped back the curtains on
the four poster bed that had appeared unbidden in the room.

            While both boys had been secretly suspecting to see Draconius crouched behind the bed,
they were unprepared to see him dressed in a black cloak and regular emerald jumper, rubbing at
his upper arm and glaring at another Harry, who was very flushed, and glaring at him. Of course,
upon realizing that they had been spotted, both boys blanched, and backed away from the bed
very, very slowly.

            “Please don’t jump me,” the other Harry said warily, his hands creeping up to cover his
face a little.

            “Jump you?!”Harry repeated in disbelief, then turned to look at Draco. “You really need
to see this, Malfoy.”

            “Quit ordering me - sweet Merlin!” Draco gaped at the two of them in disbelief. “You’re
not Draconius!”

            “Well...” the other Draco frowned. “I’m a Draconius, but not the Draconius.” He looked
back and forth between them warily. “Neither of you is going to jump us if we stand up,
correct?”

            “Why would we jump you?!” Harry yelped, looking almost frantic. This was the
second time one of them had expressed the fear of being jumped by them - why in Merlin’s sake
would they do that?!

            “With what we’ve seen,” the other Harry muttered, then stood, running his fingers
through his hair. “Look, this is not...”

            He paused at their expressions. Harry and Draco had both frozen, mouths agape, eyes
wide. They had just seen the last thing they ever expected - when this other Harry had pushed his
hair back off his forehead, he had revealed his forehead. And on his forehead, as plain as you
please, was a scar that both of them had seen many times, but neither had expected to see on
that forehead.

            “What?”

            “You... you’re...” Draco was, for probably the first time in his life, at a complete lose for
words.

            “What?” the other Draco asked, looking warily at the alternate Harry’s face. “We didn’t
lose something on the trip over, did we?”

            “...scar...” Harry croaked.

            “Scar...?” the alternate Harry repeated slowly, then realization dawned in his eyes. “Oh,
yeah. Scar. What’s the big deal? You’ve got it too, don’t you?”

            Harry could only shake his head quickly.

            “Wait...” alternate Draco frowned, staring at him. “You don’t have the scar? You’re
not The Boy Who Lived?”

            “What?” Draco snorted. “Potter, the Boy Who Lived?! Give me a break! That’s even
more laughable than Longbottom, the Boy Who Lived!”

            “Neville is the Boy Who Lived?!” alternate Harry gasped, looking almost horrified.
“Neville Longbottom?!”

            “HA!” The other Draco roared with laughter, throwing his head back, clutching at his
stomach as he slowly sank to sit on the edge of the bed, still roaring with almost hysterical
laughter. “Oh Merlin...” he panted, still laughing, laughter tears appearing at the corners of his
eyes. “Now that is poetic justice... Neville Longbottom, Boy Who Lived?! Merlin...”

            Alternate Harry gaped at them. “Neville. You’re not kidding.”

            “No...” Harry said slowly. “Why would I joke about that?”

            “My God,” alternate Harry muttered, and sat down - hard - beside the alternate Draco,
who was still softly laughing, apparently not finished with his hilarious assessment of the
situation. “Oh Merlin.... Sirius.”

            “What about him?” Harry asked, confused.

            “Is... is he alive?”

            Harry drew in a sharp breath. “What?! Of course he’s - what are you talking about?!”

            The alternate Harry’s eyes closed, and for a moment, he said nothing, just breathing
heavily, gnawing on his lip. “Pettigrew didn’t betray him? Didn’t betray your parents?”

            “Professor Pettigrew?” Draco asked, looking confused. “Why would he betray his fellow
Gryffindors?”

            “Professor - ?” the alternate Draco gasped, stopping laughing abruptly. “The rat is a
professor?!”

            “You know about...?!” Harry gasped, looking back and forth between the two horror-struck alternate selves. “What are you talking about, betrayed?!”

            Alternate Harry let out a slow, shaky breath. “He didn’t betray my parents here... he’s not
a Deatheater here... Sirius didn’t go to prison here... oh... oh.... you have no idea, no idea how
lucky you are.”

            “What...?” Harry started, but his alternate self held up a hand to stop his comments, his
eyes glittering with unshed tears.

            “Trust me. You have no idea.”

            Draco glared at the pair of them, his alternate self who had been nearly wetting himself
with laughter, and this other Harry looking absolutely broad sided. “So if you aren’t Draconius,
and neither of you are connected to Draconius, what are you doing here?”

            “Trying to find out what exactly it is Draconius wants,” alternate Draco answered, sitting
up, wiping at his eyes, so that moments later, you would never know that he nearly lost control
laughing a few moments before. “We duplicated the potion Draconius uses, only improved upon.
At least, we thought it was improved upon... we haven’t had a lot of luck with finding him or
why he’s doing this, thus far.”

            “We have found several other places where Draconius is though,” alternate Harry said
softly, still looking thoughtful at the thought that Sirius was alive, though Harry found that
thought disturbing. He didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have Sirius. Sirius had raised him
after all, what with his parents in St. Mungo’s.

            “Wait... several other places?” Draco blinked at the two of them. “If it weren’t for the fact
that we’ve been seeing Draconius for several months, I probably would have hexed you on sight,
thinking you were trying to copy us. But now you’re starting to make me wonder if maybe I
shouldn’t have done that right off the start, in any case. What by Merlin are you talking about?”

            Alternate Draco sighed. “This will take awhile to explain. Sit.”

            They sat.

            Alternate Harry stared at his folded hands for a moment, then looked up, pinning Harry
and Draco with his emerald eyes. His mother’s eyes. “Where we’re from... I am the Boy Who
Lived. I defeated Voldemort as an infant, and have been forced to face him almost every year
I’ve been in school since. This year... it’s our seventh year, and within the first few days of the
year, Draconius began appearing, trying to affect us in some way, but we had no idea how, or
why. So when he revealed a few details that allowed us to copy the potion he had created so as to
allow him to bounce between dimensions... we copied it. We wanted to be able to find out what
and why he was doing.”

            “Thus far,” the other Draco took up the tale at this point. “We haven’t been able to figure
out what Draconius’ purposes are yet. We have discovered how he’s doing this, and we have
managed to figure out why there are so many different worlds anyway. It’s all off of decisions.”

            “Decisions?” Harry repeated, confused.

            “There’s a prophesy, did you know that?” the other Harry asked, drawing their attention
back to himself. “About who can defeat Voldemort.”

            “So, in your world... it was you?” Harry asked, shocked, frankly.

            “No... there were two people that could defeat him, according to the prophesy. In our
world, Voldemort chose to believe that I was the one to fulfil that prophesy. In your world... it
looks like he chose to believe it was Neville. And that’s where the difference lies.”

            There was a long moment of silence, then the other Draco, from where he sat next to the
alternate Harry, spoke up. “I didn’t know there was a prophesy about you, too.”

            The other Harry snorted lightly. “Yeah. I just found out in fifth year, Dumbledore’s been
trying to keep it all hush-hush. I shouldn’t have told you all, technically, but...” he shook his
head. “This is just so bizarre.”

            “So you don’t know what Draconius wants?” Draco spoke up, crossing his arms. “I’ll tell
you. He wants us to kiss. He told us so.”

            “Urg,” the alternate Draco sneered, curling his lip. “How disgusting.”

            Both Harrys rolled their eyes.

            “That does seem to be the same as the other worlds we’ve been to,” the other Harry
shrugged. “Seems Draconius has got that in mind for a lot of us. We still don’t know why
though.”

            “You think he’s working on multiple worlds at once?” Harry asked, frowning.

            “Possible,” the alternate Draco answered, tapping his bottom lip with his index
thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t put him above it. Though he does seem to be veiling his intentions far
more with us than with you. He has never suggested we should kiss. Did tell us we didn’t realize
what it was we had right in front of us, however, so I suppose that easily fits into that category. I
wonder why his is different... maybe that has something to do with why he’s doing this?”

            “Well, he did tell us that there is no Dumbledore where he’s from, and that the Dark Lord
situation is different. He is a Death Eater.” The Harry from track Alpha mused thoughtfully.

            “He’s a Death Eater?” Draco asked, surprised. “I wouldn’t have expected that.”

            “Well, we don’t know why he’s doing this, remember, besides the fact that he told us he
was attempting to redeem his soul,” the Alpha Draco pointed out. “I believe we should try to go
onto the next last place Draconius has been, and see if the individuals there can’t tell us what he
is trying to do.”

            “But... Draco...” Alpha Harry said slowly, glancing over at them. “They don’t have the
potion, and we really don’t have the time to brew a new batch.”

            “Potion?” Draco repeated. “What potion? We could get Professor Snape to assist.”

            “No!” Alpha Harry said quickly, then flushed when they stared at him in surprise.

            “It’s just not a good idea,” Alpha Draco broke in. “We have been trying to avoid
involving Professor Snape in this potion, and I can’t imagine it would be a good idea to have him
involved here, too.”

            “Why?” Harry asked, confused. “I mean, I know he’s a greasy, hateful, git, but... why not
involve him at all? He did tell us to let him know if we found anything out, and frankly,
you showing up here kind of rates as ‘anything’.”

            “Yes, but...” Alpha Harry paused, frowned, then crossed his arms, turning to look at
Alpha Draco. “You never explained to me why we weren’t going to Snape for help. You explain
it.”

            Alpha Draco raised a single eyebrow. “The man’s a Death Eater. In my humble opinion,”
he drawled the ‘humble’, making it very clear that he was in actual fact anything but, “That does
not sound like the most intelligent group to go to for advice. Especially not with the very distinct
possibility that Harry may be able to use this potion’s effect to finally get that sick half-blood
posing as some pure-blood savior out of our lives.”

            There were a few moments of silence, then Alpha Harry spoke up. “Snape is a double
agent for Dumbledore. He’s a spy, posing as a Death Eater.”

            Another moment lacking in motion, then Alpha Draco responded quite simply.

            “Oh.”

            “Yeah. Oh.” Alpha Harry snorted, and lightly jabbed the other’s rib with his elbow.
“Makes me happy to hear you’re concerned about me though, Draaacooo...”

            Draco and Harry exchanged sideways glances as Alpha Draco flushed, jumping back
from the brunette. “You are nutters, Potter. Stay away from me, I don’t want to catch your insane
Muggle disease...”

            To the other’s alarm, Alpha Harry got an almost wolfish grin, and bent forward for a
moment. “Don’t want to catch my Muggle disease?”

            “No, I don’t,” Alpha Draco sneered, looking as arrogant as usual, but at the same time, he
was very slowly leaning back and away from him, looking alarmed.

            “Too bad!” Alpha Harry crowed, and pounced. Ignoring the blond’s yelp of horror, he
pushed him back onto the bed they were sitting on, until he was literally straddling the
Slytherin’s chest, bent forward enough that his nose almost touched the other’s, still grinning.
“So, Draco,” Alpha Harry purred. “Suppose you’ll be getting my diseased Muggle-ness now?”

            “Get off me!” Alpha Draco yelped, shoving at the other, alarmed, but the Gryffindor just
laughed, and leaned down just a little further to rub his nose back and forth across the other’s in
an Eskimo kiss.

            “Off!” Alpha Draco roared, shoving hard enough to throw himself up into a sitting
position, Alpha Harry sliding off his chest and with a thunk, landing on his rear on Alpha
Draco’s lap. He probably would have kept on sliding off into a painful thump onto the ground
had Alpha Draco not instinctively grabbed at his arms, keeping him in place.

            Roaring with laughter, Alpha Harry poked dramatically at Alpha Draco’s chest. “You’re
cute when you’re trying to kill me.”

            Letting out a sound of disgust, Alpha Draco shoved at the other, pushing him onto the
floor with a small crash. Ignoring the continuing laughter, he brushed off his robes, picked a few
pieces of invisible lint off of his sweater, then turned back to Harry and Draco, frowning
aristocratically. “What were we discussing?”

            “This potion,” Draco answered, quite willing to put that display out of his mind as
quickly as possible.

            “Ah, yes.” Alpha Draco nodded, and reached into his robes, removing a very small vial,
apparently with a anti-breakage charm on it, or it probably would have broken with the way
Alpha Harry had been rough housing. “There’s no need to even worry about Professor Snape and
his alliances, in any case. I have enough for about twenty-five, possibly thirty dosages here.”

            “What?!” Alpha Harry squacked, sitting bolt upright from where he had landed laying on
the floor. “But I scourgified the cauldron!”

            “And you think I would have let you do that without having gathered a vial beforehand?”
Alpha Draco asked, arching a single brow. “Honestly. Maximalimust.”

            The vial expanded in size until it was roughly the size of a Muggle thermos, and Alpha
Draco carefully unscrewed the top, letting out the rather vile scent of the potion. Gagging
slightly, he frowned, and said, “We’ll need a couple of glasses.”

            A slight tinkle sounded beside him, and Harry leaned forward, scooping the two glasses
the Room of Requirement had supplied off the bed. “What do we need to do?”

            “Well, first off,” Alpha Draco frowned. “Can either of you Apparate?”

            “I can,” Draco nodded.

            “But you can’t Apparate on Hogwart’s grounds anyway,” Harry interjected. “It’s in...”

            “Hogwarts: a History,” Alpha Harry interrupted, grinning. “Trust me, I said the same
thing. It’ll work.”

            “Okay.... Draco....” Alpha Draco looked slightly unimpressed with having to say that,
since really, he was Draco - why should he have to refer to anyone else that way? “We need two
of your hairs.”

            “Two of my hairs?” Draco repeated, looking startled. “Why mine?”

            “Because I already gave up two of mine, and it’s your turn,” Alpha Draco responded,
arching a single eyebrow.

            “Why not mine, or his?” Harry asked, pointing at Alpha Harry, who was now lounging
with his knees up at his chest, arms crossed over the tops of his knees, regarding them. “Why
yours?”

            “Because we’re attempting to track Draconius with it, not another Harry Potter,” Alpha
Draco pointed out, rolling his eyes. “It’s obvious.”

            Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, excuse me, Mr. I’m-a-perfect-pureblood-Slytherin-too-good-to-accept-Gryffindors.”

            “Damn straight,” Alpha Draco said calmly, pouring two dosages of potion into the
glasses. Draco, having just severed them with a simple charm, dropped a hair in each glass, then
took the offered beakers, passing one to Harry.

            “Alright,” Alpha Draco nodded curtly.

            “Drink.”
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