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A Bend in Time

Before there ever was a boy that ever lived in a cupboard on Four Privet Drive, there was a similar boy in a far worse home that lived on Spinner’s End. We all know the tale of that abused boy who grew up to become a bitter spy. But not all tales end the same for in the many parallel worlds that exist in the universe there are far better endings, and equally as many worse ones. This is a tale of one such condemned universe that for better or for worse chooses to change its own fate at through the sacrifice of the bitter spy. (All rights to the Harry Potter world and characters belong solely to J. K. Rowling. However, I do claim creative fanfiction rights. Please do not post my fanfiction elsewhere without my express permission. This work will also be partially hosted at RoyalRoad, Wattpadd, and Archive.)

EsliEsma · 作品衍生
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1215 Chs

Crossdressers Ⅱ

Prefect Pizzaro and Prefect Traver's had both been innocently chatting when a curly auburn-haired, blue-eyed, third-year Slytherin ran hurriedly over to them. The two Slytherin Prefects frowned in unison at the Slytherin third-year boy. It wasn't proper for a Slytherin to be running about like a wild, unruly Gryffindor.

Before either Prefect can chide the Slytherin third year, Felton Graham gasped, "GREAT HALL! BIG PROBLEM! HURRY!"

Seeing that the situation seemed to be rather dire that a Slytherin actually ran to get them, both glanced at each other for just a moment. Both Prefects hiked up their robes and began to run each in a separate direction. Prefect Travers runs to get Professor Slughorn while Prefect Pizzaro runs towards the Great Hall.

Instantly Prefect Pizzaro knew something was wrong as she saw a crowd of students gathered at the entrance of the Great Hall. "Move," Prefect Pizzaro only growled once as the students hastily moved out of the way for her.

Suddenly, Prefect Pizzaro has the perfect view of seeing several boys in the corner of the wall vomiting rather loudly. The smell caused Prefect Pizzaro to feel a trace of nausea, but she switches to breathing through her mouth rather than her nose. Ignoring those fleeing from the nauseating scene of the vomit-inducing boys in the corner of the Great Hall, she marches straight for the cause.

Laying rather beautifully on the floor are two gorgeous, somewhat ruffled girls with pink, swollen kissed lips. Prefect Pizzaro is about to ask, who exactly the girls are when she freezes in disbelief. Her mouth flops open as she recognizes the two Slytherin third-year boys, Damien Mulciber and Evan Avery. She is just stunned for a minute or so before she can recover her wits about her.

Pulling herself to full height, Prefect Pizzaro in a steely voice roared, "Everyone out this minute or detention with Filch for all!" Instantly there is scrambling of footsteps as the students rush away whispering loudly to each other. There was absolutely zero probability that the scandalous situation wouldn't reach the other Professor's ears and much less the rest of the entire student body within the next ten minutes.

The foolish boys are still vomiting in the corner of the Great Hall, Prefect Pizzaro vanishes their vomit away with her wand. Glaring at the wide array of male students ranging from third year and up, Prefect Pizzaro says, "Now off to the infirmary all of you! Consider yourself lucky, I don't take house points for your obvious stupidity." Embarrassed and vaguely ill, the crowd of boys staggered out of the Great Hall towards the infirmary while the rest retreated to their House dormitories.

Turning back towards the two boys on the floor, Prefect Pizzaro icily says, "Well? I am waiting to hear an explanation."

Both boys move to speak when several footsteps can be heard as Professor McGonagall bursts in with Professor Slughorn at her heels with Prefect Travers. Both Professors turn pale, while Professor Slughorn quickly turns lobster red with fury and embarrassment. Professor Slughorn sputters unable to speak as Professor McGonagall arches her brow in question. "Well, Prefect Pizzaro, is there an explanation?"

"The two wretches have yet to speak up," Prefect Pizzaro coldly answered. "But from what I can piece together the two deviants here not only cross-dressed but asked to be kissed by the sign there lying at their feet. About a dozen boys kissed them and were disgruntled or ill upon learning exactly who it was they kissed."

Taking a breath, Prefect Pizzaro sneers, "The gossipmongers in the crowd have already left with their scandalous tale which no doubt will be in the ears of every single inhabitant of Hogwarts within the next ten minutes, if not already."

Professor McGonagall harshly says, "I am most disappointed in you, both. Hurry and rise to your feet, Mr. Mulciber and Mr. Avery. The both of you are to head directly to the headmaster's office along with your Head of House, Professor Slughorn."

The two pale, flushed boys scrambled to their feet now that the Stunning Spell had worn off. And just as they are about to speak up, Professor Slughorn narrows his gooseberry-colored eyes at them in such a manner that they remain utterly silent. "Mr. Mulciber and Mr. Avery, there are no excuses for your actions this day," Professor Slughorn hissed in embarrassment that two such pureblood Slytherins would cause him such troubles.

Damian Mulciber flatly growls, "My father will hear of this, Slughorn. Mark my words, all of you, will regret this." At his side, Evans Avery pales dreadfully as he wonders just how angry his father will be with him.

Professor McGonagall's lips twitch with irritation as she says, "Twenty house points from Slytherin, Mr. Mulciber for such disrespect towards your Professors."

Prefect Traver not one to be intimidated by Mulciber's father's position instead places a firm on Mulciber's shoulder. Leaning down, Prefect Traver carefully whispers into his ear, "My father will also hear of this, Mulciber."

Damian Mulciber stiffens and angrily shoves Prefect Traver's hand off. Professor Slughorn begins to turn purple in anger as he says, "Thank you, Prefect Pizzaro and Prefect Travers, both of you may return to your previous assignments. I shall ensure these two miscreants are delivered to the Headmaster's office."

Professor Slughorn nods in apology to Professor McGonagall, who departs quickly before him and returns back to her classroom. Firmly placing a hand on each boy's arm, Professor Slughorn drags them toward the headmaster's office. Damian Mulciber is furious, while Evan Avery is rather pale with regret, neither of them noticed the students curiously peeking out of their classrooms at them.

Professor Slughorn marches them past the ugly gargoyle and up the spiral-moving staircase. Without even knocking on the gleaming oak door, Professor Slughorn bursts into the headmaster's office. Looking up from his desk, Dumbledore blinks curiously at the trio from behind his half-moon spectacles.

Professor Slughorn releases the two boys and says, "Mr. Mulciber and Mr. Avery have played a most malicious trick on other boys."

"Yes, I can see that, Professor Slughorn," Dumbledore said with a bit of a twinkle in his eye at seeing both boys dressed up as rather pretty girls. "However, such a prank is rather inappropriate and perhaps of ill taste at the most."

Slughorn trembles with a mix of emotions as he stiffly adds, "Yes, well, that is not the problem. Rather about a dozen boys kissed them and now some of them are in the infirmary feeling rather ill!"

Dumbledore raises his eyebrow and asks, "Is that true, Mr. Mulciber, and Mr. Avery?" Damian Mulciber merely folds his arms over his chest in a sneer as Evan Avery weakly nods his head in agreement.

"Oh, my," Dumbledore said as he stroked his long silver beard in thought. "Through somewhat uncomfortable and ill-timed for such a hoax, I will not leave the punishment to you, Professor Slughorn. I am sure that a deduction of house points and detention ought to take care of the situation rather appropriately."

Professor Slughorn fidgets and says, "I will do so, Headmaster. With your leave, I shall escort them back to the Slytherin." The two boys quickly trot after their head of the house and disappear out of the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore shakes his head with a bit of mirth and says, "My how very bold children are these days." Not giving the situation any more attention, he quickly returns to what he was doing before. Scouring for potential members of the Order, which could be used in a variety of positions. But he'd have to be careful of his election as more than a dozen members could cause potential problems. After all, the smaller the group the better.

Exaggeration? Maybe. But surely uncomfortable for sure.

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