Red and Green make Gold
Red and Green make Gold
by Karadin
Harry/Draco
slight attempts at humor
no remuneration taken
no offense intended
Harry Potter created by JK Rowling
text copyright 2006
HP Flashfic
prompt 'Dragon'
There was a horrific accident that took place in the girls bathroom on the second floor, in which two young wizards were involved, but only one boy was left.
The boy remained in the Infimary of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for exactly thirty days, during which his many friends dropped by to visit, watching the slightly twitching form under the blanket with a fascination tinged with dread.
The spell that had been cast between the two powerful young wizards was an unknown form of Dark Magic. The greatest minds among the European Wizards were set to the task of seperating Harry Potter from Draco Malfoy, or Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter, it was difficult to tell.
The first order of business was to keep both young men from going mad, trapped as they were inside one body. This involved removing quite a few memories. For some time there was a question if one personality would become more dominant, the young man's features and coloring of skin and hair were in constant flux.
But at last, when enough memories had been removed and stored in Penseives, the young Wizard was allowed a new wand and prepared to return to his classes.
Albus Dumbledore stood before a gathering of Gryffindors and Slytherins. "I am afraid this merging of Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy is permanent. I look to you, Harry and Draco's friends to help this young man adjust to his new life."
There were stunned and shocked glances among the students and not a few tears.
"Oh it's just not on! It's not right! Harry's trapped in there with that obnoxious, pretentious git!" Ron Weasely cried.
"We have to get him out!" Ginny Weasely demanded, stamping her foot.
"What will Draco's father say?" Gregory Goyle hissed to Vincent Crabbe.
The Headmaster made soothing noises and shooed the distraught students away.
That afternoon, the young wizard came down to dinner in the Great Hall. He was not as tall as Draco had been, not as short as Harry of old. His hair was pale and had dark black streaks in the front. Where Harry's skin had been tan, this youth's skin was white, but his eyes were green and a a vivid lightning bolt scar was etched on his forehead.
The boy's manner of walking a smooth glide, as Draco's had been, when he sat at the table, half red with Gryffindors on one side and half green as Slytherins on the other, he slouched just as Harry had.
"Hi," the young wizard said.
The students of warring Houses looked at each other in dismay, discovering at once that there was just enough of their old friend in the new wizard to call to them, and enough of his nemisis to be more than slightly alarming.
Pansy Parkinson, sat on the wizards left and held his arm.
"Sweetheart, are you in there?"
Ginny Weasely clutched the wizards other arm.
"Darling, its me!"
The wizard gaped at both girls, his body went rigid as his eyes rolled back to show the whites and he fell like a stone to the floor.
Everyone screamed.
"Stop!" the young wizard cried out, as he sat up, grasping his head.
"Har ... hey, are you all right, mate?" Ron Weasely jumped to the young man's aid.
"Mal ... um, what happened?" Blaise took up the young wizard's other arm.
The wizard climbed to his feet and brushed at the sleeve of his robe fastidiously. "Oh, that tends to happen when both parts of me run in opposite directions at the same time."
The students took their places around the table once more.
Both Ginny and Pansy put their hands in their laps are glared at each other.
The young wizard reached forward for a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Um ... I guess we should all introduce ourselves, my names Hermione." The young witch held out her hand.
"Hello," the wizard replied, and shoved a meat pie into his mouth, which made the Slytherins wince, until the wizard delicately wiped his fingers on a cloth serviette and grasped Hermione's fingers.
"So," Neville Longbottom cleared his throat, "what do we call you?"
The young wizard pondered this for a moment.
"Dragon."
by Karadin
Harry/Draco
slight attempts at humor
no remuneration taken
no offense intended
Harry Potter created by JK Rowling
text copyright 2006
HP Flashfic
prompt 'Dragon'
There was a horrific accident that took place in the girls bathroom on the second floor, in which two young wizards were involved, but only one boy was left.
The boy remained in the Infimary of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for exactly thirty days, during which his many friends dropped by to visit, watching the slightly twitching form under the blanket with a fascination tinged with dread.
The spell that had been cast between the two powerful young wizards was an unknown form of Dark Magic. The greatest minds among the European Wizards were set to the task of seperating Harry Potter from Draco Malfoy, or Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter, it was difficult to tell.
The first order of business was to keep both young men from going mad, trapped as they were inside one body. This involved removing quite a few memories. For some time there was a question if one personality would become more dominant, the young man's features and coloring of skin and hair were in constant flux.
But at last, when enough memories had been removed and stored in Penseives, the young Wizard was allowed a new wand and prepared to return to his classes.
Albus Dumbledore stood before a gathering of Gryffindors and Slytherins. "I am afraid this merging of Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy is permanent. I look to you, Harry and Draco's friends to help this young man adjust to his new life."
There were stunned and shocked glances among the students and not a few tears.
"Oh it's just not on! It's not right! Harry's trapped in there with that obnoxious, pretentious git!" Ron Weasely cried.
"We have to get him out!" Ginny Weasely demanded, stamping her foot.
"What will Draco's father say?" Gregory Goyle hissed to Vincent Crabbe.
The Headmaster made soothing noises and shooed the distraught students away.
That afternoon, the young wizard came down to dinner in the Great Hall. He was not as tall as Draco had been, not as short as Harry of old. His hair was pale and had dark black streaks in the front. Where Harry's skin had been tan, this youth's skin was white, but his eyes were green and a a vivid lightning bolt scar was etched on his forehead.
The boy's manner of walking a smooth glide, as Draco's had been, when he sat at the table, half red with Gryffindors on one side and half green as Slytherins on the other, he slouched just as Harry had.
"Hi," the young wizard said.
The students of warring Houses looked at each other in dismay, discovering at once that there was just enough of their old friend in the new wizard to call to them, and enough of his nemisis to be more than slightly alarming.
Pansy Parkinson, sat on the wizards left and held his arm.
"Sweetheart, are you in there?"
Ginny Weasely clutched the wizards other arm.
"Darling, its me!"
The wizard gaped at both girls, his body went rigid as his eyes rolled back to show the whites and he fell like a stone to the floor.
Everyone screamed.
"Stop!" the young wizard cried out, as he sat up, grasping his head.
"Har ... hey, are you all right, mate?" Ron Weasely jumped to the young man's aid.
"Mal ... um, what happened?" Blaise took up the young wizard's other arm.
The wizard climbed to his feet and brushed at the sleeve of his robe fastidiously. "Oh, that tends to happen when both parts of me run in opposite directions at the same time."
The students took their places around the table once more.
Both Ginny and Pansy put their hands in their laps are glared at each other.
The young wizard reached forward for a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Um ... I guess we should all introduce ourselves, my names Hermione." The young witch held out her hand.
"Hello," the wizard replied, and shoved a meat pie into his mouth, which made the Slytherins wince, until the wizard delicately wiped his fingers on a cloth serviette and grasped Hermione's fingers.
"So," Neville Longbottom cleared his throat, "what do we call you?"
The young wizard pondered this for a moment.
"Dragon."