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"In this world?" He repeated slowly. "Ah, yes you claimed as such." He remarked and rubbed his chin in thought. "Very few wizards have written about the existence of parallel dimensions, but if what you say is true, than this is remarkable indeed." Snape began pacing the room. "And Septima may still be alive. The Headmaster would need to hear of this."

"Wait." Dess barred his way.
"What is it now Brenin?" He spat, falling into old habits.
"Why does Dumble-"
"Professor."
Dess grumbled. "Why does Professor Dumbledore have to know. The less people who know the better. You should know Professor, the dangers of time travel." That seemed to give him pause. Snape glanced between the girls and the door. On one hand, this would be a great discovery to the wizarding world. On the other, if this information got into the wrong hands, all the dimensions would be at stake. Countless lives versus the possibility of reuniting with his twin. Severus shook his head. "I believe I have kept you both long enough."
"Professor-"
He turned towards his desk and flicked his wand. The potion in the cauldron evaporated into black smoke. "You do have class, I presume?"

"Burn it." She snarled. She never wanted to hear that man's name again. If it wasn't for Michelle, Dess would have skipped the class altogether. She turned back to her assignment but her thoughts were elsewhere. She could feel it. The wolf inside of her raging to be released. Tonight was the night. She didn't need a letter or a calendar to know. It vibrated in her bones.

Balto growled beside her, sensing the rising beast. He inched closer to Michelle, and laid at her feet protecting.

"What does Snape want?" Michelle handed her the letter. 'Brenins, Michelle and Desarae. I would like to discuss with you the content of your previous assignment.' Dess raised an eyebrow. "Now? Out of all days..." Blood drained from her skin. "You don't think he knows?"

She carried that dread as they reached Snape's classroom. He stood by his desk, silently brewing a potion...that potion. "You wanted to see us...professor?" She said with uncertainty. Snape added another ingredient. He stirred it with his wand until it exuded a faint blue smoke. He quickly filled two goblets. Dess gulped when he finally turned to face them.

"I didn't expect Malfoy to deliver the message so quickly." He glanced at the goblets.

"Is..Is that the wolfsbane potion?" Her mouth felt dry. She stared at the goblets and felt the itching of the horrible substance down her throat. For the past six days she had to drown the disgusting potion. It wouldn't be long until dusk fell.

"It is." He replied calmly. Snape had counted on their shrewd awareness to discover Lupin's secret. Any student would have been fine but the problem was setting a motive for a student to be here this late, besides detention. He blocked the potion from their sight. "I...wanted to speak to you about Septima." He pulled a book from his desk drawer. It was a plain leather bound book with a binding that seemed worn from use.

Dess bid Michelle goodnight and headed towards the Whomping Willow. The cold wind bit at her exposed face and hands. She waited a safe distance from the murderous tree, shifting from foot to foot in order to stay warm. Soft footsteps alerted her to his presence. He stood solemnly, extending one smoking goblet to her. She jerked it from his grasp and chugged down the contents, grimacing. Dess tossed the goblet over her shoulder and hiked towards the twitched tree.

It's branches came down in a flash. It always amazed her how something so big could move so fast. She grabbed the longest branch and poked the knot above the entrance. The tree shuddered, and froze.

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Another month had passed and Halloween was among them. They had yet to catch petigrew; that rat was slicker than a fawn on ice. Mr. Blackie hadn't had much luck either, but the pile of dead rats in their room kept growing. Dess frowned as she continued to stir the cauldron as Michelle danced and dropped ingredients into the potion. Tonight, while everyone was distracted Blackie would have a chance to sneak into Gryffindor Tower. Hopefully, the mutt would wait for them before he made a scene.

Two hours later and a hundred cauldrons later, they were sneaking down into the kitchens. Dess cast a simple disillusionment charm. It would be sufficient as long as no one stared too long. Without incident, and only a minor run in with Ms. Norris, the twins opened the doors to the kitchens. It was deserted save for the glow of the fireplace. "Operation Halloween commence."

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The girls smirked at each other over the table as the goblets magically filled up. Fred eyed his cup suspiciously, waiting for Michelle to take the first sip.

Someone screamed. A girl jumped up from the Slytherin table. Her flaming red hair framing her pale face. "Ginny?" 'Ginny' was pulling at her hair and screaming gibberish. Pansy rose from next to Neville, pointing at Ginny from across the hall.
"Isn't she a Slytherin?" He muttered. "And what's Ginny doing over there?" He glanced at the twins then at his goblet.

The grand hall echoed with cheers and some cries of indignation. Fred pulled his nose and drank the potion as one would be medicine. A sudden tingling sensation spread along his body and settled warmly in his stomach. He felt himself shrinking and his hair growing later. He was all but jumping out of his seat. "George!" He said in a higher-pitched voice. "I need a mirror!" Fred turned to his left and stared straight at his reflection. "I'm-" He blushed unable to finish that sentence. He glanced over to where Michelle sat, where now a clone of him was sitting. 'So this is what destiny feels like.'

He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. "George? Why haven't you changed yet?" 'George' shook his head.
"It's me...Angelina." The red-head blushed and fiddled with her fingers. "It seems like we're a perfect match."

Fred blanked. 'But I'm Michelle'. He grabbed a plate and transfigured it into a mirror. The eyes staring back at him were not Michelle's cool silver orbs but warm chocolate ones. Staring back at him was the face of Angelina Johnson. "There must be something wrong with this potion." He stood abruptly, causing Angelina/Fred to stumble backwards. Fred froze. "If I'm Angelina, and Angelina's me then..."

Michelle smirked at him. "George?!"

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Ginny was panicking. If what the professor said was true then her perfect match was...was a girl! She felt someone's murderous glare on her, coming from her own face. It was a good thing everyone was too preoccupied with themselves to notice her leaving the Grand Hall. "This can't be happening." She hiccuped as tears began to flow.

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Ron's eyes widened as his best friend transformed into a familiar blond oddball.
"Umm Ron?" Harry, in an albeit, girly voice, asked. It was difficult for Ron to see this girl as his friend. "Who did I turn into?" Harry glanced over the growing chaos, attempting to pinpoint his body. Ron gulped.
"I'm sorry mate, but you uh transformed into Luna. Luna Lovegood." Just as the words escaped his mouth, Luna as Harry strolled up behind them.
"Hello Harry, or rather myself." She squeezed herself in on Harry's other side. "So do you prefer a big one or a small one?"
"Big or small what?" It was strange having his eyes staring at him so intensely.
"Well our wedding of course."

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Dess was afraid to look at her reflection but by the reactions, or rather non-reactions, of those around her she deemed it safe. The first thing she noticed was the bumblebee tie she wore and she sighed in relief. At least one disaster averted.

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Everyone seemed to have transformed, whether to their horror or great surprise. Ron had drowned out Harry's and Luna's future marriage plans and chugged the potion down. He glanced at his reflection and screamed bloody murder. He was a guy....not just any guy....a slytherin, namely Blaise Zabini. Ron felt the sudden urge to vomit and did so as he tried to get out of his seat. He slipped on his stomach juices and his head painfully became friends with the stone floor.

"Oh my!" Luna, as Harry exclaimed.

Dess facepalmed. "You've got to be kidding me." She paused. "No wait this could be a good thing." She stood and joined herself at the Hufflepuff table.

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"Look uh Angelina, you're a great girl and all-" Fred rubbed his head. "But I'm sure this isn't going to work out."
"But we're compatible. That's what the potion does it shows you your soul mate!" Tears were welling up in her eyes. It was really freaking Fred out to see himself in such an emotional state.
"Hey calm down will you?" He shifted nervously on his feet. "You're a good friend and awesome quidditch player but-"
"But what?" She screamed into his face. Now all of the Gryffindor table had turned to them. Fred never wanted so badly out of the spot light before. "Is it because of her?" She pointed to Michelle, who was really George. "We've known each other since first year and yet you...and yet you..." The tears were flowing freely now. Fred swore everyone was glaring at him for making the girl cry.
"Ah don't cry."
"Why not? You're not...giving me...a chance." She sobbed, wiping her tears and snot on her robes.

"You should give her a chance." Luna piped up. "You never know you might even fall in love." Harry's face darkened at this.

"Fine fine. One date but that's all I'm promising." Angelina's tears stopped immediately and she latched onto Fred's neck.