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Warnings: See first chapter

Chapter 4: The Powers That Be

After it was revealed that Harry-From-our-world, to no one's surprise, was also a triple talent, Harry and Draco-From-our-world were both asked to spare a little time after dinner to come and discover what the talents were exactly.

So when dinner rolled around they were both, understandably, excited.

"Harry," Hermione snapped, "you need to eat something."

Harry-From-our-world, who was all but bouncing out of his seat shook his head and grinned. "I can't wait, Hermione! This is so cool! It's like we're super heroes or something!"

Hermione, who had considered herself too mature for childish things like comic books, and therefore had only a slight notion of what Harry was talking about just rolled her eyes. "Eat," she commanded.

Harry was half-heartedly picking up his fork when the other him burst through the doors of the Great Hall and ran full tilt towards the High Table. Not-Harry didn't even slow down when he reached it. Instead, he vaulted on and slid down the highly polished surface, stopping directly in front of Not-Draco who continued to eat calmly.

"Draco, Draco!" Not-Harry cried, forcing the other man to look up from his meal. "You won't believe it!"

"Believe what?" Not-Draco asked calmly, sipping at the goblet of water in front of him – he'd thought pumpkin juice was nasty beyond words and refused to drink it after the first mouthful.

"The bathtub!" Not-Harry cried, drawing the eyes of even the most absorbed of eaters to him and his counterpart. "It's absolutely wizard! It looks just like one of those old Roman baths in the textbooks! It's nearly a swimming pool!"

Not-Draco smirked. "You came skidding down the table to tell me about a bathtub? Really, you're too much sometimes."

Not-Harry pouted, an action most inhabitants of Hogwarts didn't associate with the young hero and found strange on his face. "I thought it was… exciting."

The majority of the school didn't catch the implications of the sentence. Harry-From-our-world's hair ruffled as it flew over his head, Draco-From-our-world promptly felt like throwing up… or at least running away to an enclosed bathroom stall to take care of personal matters.

"Harry," Not-Draco said sternly, "get off the table and sit in a chair."

"Tables are for crumbs, not bums!" Not-Harry cried giddily, sliding into the empty space next to Not-Draco – and, coincidently, Snape.

"Not-Potter," Snape sneered, "have you lost what little mind you had?"

Not-Draco sneered in turn as he glared at the other man. "Excuse me, mister 'I don't wash my hair'? Watch what you're saying, you greasy git."

The students stared wide-eyed as Not-Draco lent into Snape for insulting Not-Harry, it wasn't everyday that Draco Malfoy used his wit for the greater good.

"I don't care what you teach or what you think you now about Harry – fuck off."

The younger students giggled at their professors use of an expletive, the older students – who had all had the two Not's try to teach them that day – grinned sideways at each other and tried not to join in the younger years' childish laughter.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall cried, barely suppressing a grin of her own, "There's to be no language like that from you, young man! Ten points from Slytherin!"

There was a rather confounded moment of silence.

"I-I mean, don't do that in front of the students!"

The Gryffindors smugly noted that the points had not been given back.

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Harry-From-our-world stood in front of the door to the DADA classroom and wondered if he should knock or wait until the noises stopped.

A moment later the door swung open and made his decision for him.

"Oh," Not-Draco said, "Hello. The other me is already here so I'm running away before I kill the sod. Come on in and Harry will see to you. Wait, you know what? I'll take care of you myself." Not-Draco slammed the door in Harry-From-our-world's face.

"Right," Not-Draco said a moment later, opening the door back up, "let's go. We can use McGonagall's classroom."

Harry-From-our-world nodded and followed the blonde man down the hallway.

They reached the Transfiguration classroom just as Professor McGonagall was dismissing a student from detention.

"Oh," she said. "Hello, what can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy? Has Harry gotten himself into trouble again?"

Not-Draco snorted. "This is so weird," he said, "it's just like I was back home and seventeen again. Oh – no, I was just wondering if I could use your classroom tonight. Harry – my Harry, not yours – is trying to find out the other Draco's powers because I can't stand the kid, and we thought it best to have their sessions separately. The other me is trashing the classroom."

"Oh," said Harry-From-our-world, "is that what those noises were?"

Not-Draco and Professor McGonagall shot him disturbed glances.

Clearing her throat McGonagall nodded and gestured for the two men to enter the room. "Go right ahead," she said, "I understand that having young misters Potter and Malfoy in one room together might not make for the best of lessons."

"Is that why we don't have Gryffindor/Slytherin transfiguration anymore?" Harry-From-our-world asked as innocently as one could while trying to embarrass one's Head of House.

"Yes well… I'll leave you to it." The door slammed and McGonagall was gone, leaving Not-Draco and Harry-From-our-world to snicker quietly.

"Right," Not-Draco said with a brilliant smile once the two had calmed down and found semi-comfortable seats on top of two of the twelve tables in the room, "let's start with the simple stuff. What special things have you done in your lifetime?"

Harry-From-our-world blinked. "Umm… Can you be a little less broad?"

Not-Draco frowned a little and said, "Alright then, anything out of the ordinary for a wizard to do? Start at the beginning and go from there."

"When I was one year old I saved the world from an evil, megalomaniac wizard bent of destroying everyone who didn't have magical powers and enslaving most of those who did."

Not-Draco blinked. Normally, he would have told Harry-From-our-world to shut the fuck up and start telling the truth, but he knew Not-Harry well enough to know that if Harry-From-our-world wasn't looking at the ceiling then he wasn't lying. And just a touch of his empathic powers were enough to confirm it.

Harry-From-our-world continued to talk, explaining everything weird that had ever happened to him up to the present day. It took a long time.

"Harry," Not-Draco said, eyes wide, "you're the weirdest bloke I've ever met. Even weirder then my Harry and that's hard to do... be."

Harry-From-our-world shrugged.

"Well I think we can safely say this 'Parseltongue' thins is one of your powers – perhaps it'll lead to a general animal talent," Not-Draco tapped his chin consideringly. "I think that the ability to fly is one of your powers, both the incident with the school roof and your natural aptitude for flying on your broom point in that direction – it probably leads up to you being a rather powerful Telekinetic. All the shattering glass and such, you know? And your last power… I have not idea. Let's go see my Harry, maybe he can figure it out."

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Draco-from-our-world was having a rather frustrating time trying to figure out his powers. Apparently, being double jointed didn't count.

"Listen you little brat!" Not-Harry screamed, "Start thinking! What. Special. Things. Have. You. Done!"

"NOTHING!" Draco-from-our-world screeched back. "Is that what you wanted to hear, Not-Potter? Sodding nothing!"

"You're good at potions," Harry-from-our-world suggested from the open door where he and Not-Draco stood, "you were the first student in three hundred years to get a perfect mark on your OWL."

Draco-from-our-world turned his wrath towards Harry-from-our-world.

"Oh sure, Potter. And I suppose actually knowing what you're doing is some sort of special power?"

"Actually," Not-Draco said, realization slowly dawning on him, "it may be."

Even Not-Harry looked at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"Microkinesis, Harry!" Not-Draco hissed, "Remember that girl? The fat one with purple hair? She was a microkinetic. She used her powers to influence little things, like the genes controlling her hair and eye colour. She could even change her body shape – why she didn't more often is beyond me, she really was a nightmare to look at. Remember? She was the best at chemistry because she could influence the properties of chemicals. Chemistry is an awful lot like potions."

"Oh," said Not-Harry, "yeah."

"Tonks!" cried Harry-from-our-world.

Draco-from-our-world gave Harry-from-our-world a dirty look. "What does that blasted uncle of mine have to do with anything?"

"Not that Tonks, your cousin Tonks! She's a microkinetic, she must be! She's a meta –" Harry-from-our-world slapped a hand over his mouth, belatedly realizing that telling Malfoy about Tonks' talent was probably a bad idea.

"Really?" Draco-from-our-world gushed, not as stupid as Harry-form-our-world had hoped he might be. "Imagine. I think things like that are family traits to – it really does make perfect sense!"

Not-Harry and Not-Draco shared a look. "What?"

"Well, see there're these wizards that can change how they look at will," Draco-form-our-world explained. "We call them metamorphmagus'."

"Oh," said Not-Harry. "That makes sense. I guess that is what you are then, a microkinetic."

"Metamorphmagus," Draco-from-our-world corrected.

"Whatever."

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Author's Notes: Abrupt ending, much? Sorry about that folks! I needed to get an update up! I love y'all so very, very much and I hop you forgive me for my slowness!