The Prime Princess

“My name is Legion because we are many,” mumbled Blaise and held up the official invitation to Hermione’s funerals in the next day. The whole House of Aristons would be there and weep their eyes out. Draco had gone berserk when he had gotten the black envelope and literally done a scene in the Great Hall calling on everyone to beat up The Damn Boy Who Lived and his pet Weasel. He had to be immobilized and carried out of the Hall to get some order between rivaling Houses. Riots were coming again and Blaise gritted his teeth thinking about that. He really wanted some time in a quiet Library to mull over the line from the Muggle Bible. Just exactly how it fitted into this mess?

Classes were almost impossible. Whenever two sides met each other, there was a war of nasty words, accusations and hexes. Professors tended the classes with armed forces – one to teach and three to guard the class. Head Boy was temporarily suspended from his post because of the emotional stress brought by Hermione’s death, but mainly to keep him from murdering Head Master’s favorite student. So, all Prefects had double pressure on their backs to keep up with their responsibilities.

“A witchdoctor?” asked Blaise from no one specific, “Nah, we don’t need a zombie.”

Theo Nott ate few seats from him and was very much occupied with a huge book. He was a mysterious loner, smart as hell and maybe even cleverer than Draco or Blaise. Still he couldn’t out-best Hermione, the brightest witch Hogwarts had ever produced in her age. But Theo had no idea what was going on. Well, about the alternative lives. So he was no use to him.

The only living person with bright mind from the same existence plane was Draco.

Who was at the moment crackers like a mad cow doing tap dance on ice.

With a pink tutu.

Right, back to Legion. ‘Because we are many.’

“Come on! Will ya just drop dead already!” yelled Blaise at the direction of Ravenclaw table where had occurred a little fight between five year ravenclaws and six year hufflepuffs. Are they gonna keep this up the whole blasted day? Filch was about to resign if he didn’t get the opportunity to use some of his toys.

“Drakie, you’re dead man for starting this,” cursed Blaise and was glad that Draco was not there at the moment to encourage students to rip the place apart. Oh wait; the castle was already ripped apart!!! It was going to take at least a week to mend all the broken benches, tables, doors, floors, vases, statues, windows and portraits. Nothing was intact. Graffiti covered the walls and Blaise had no idea what spell or lotion would take those off. Basically they were threats, insults and slanders. Media had a glorious field day! Rita Skeeter was the first one to barge in and start asking interviews. For the next month this was going to be the main topic in all newspapers.

Blaise strode into the middle of the fight and started to disarm and stupefy students. Jets of red light shot out of his wand and the catfight was soon over. Blaise sighed and brushed past the Ravenclaw table, glaring at griffindors. How long was he going to stay sane, he didn’t know but one was sure – he was going to end this insanity. Fuming, Blaise walked out of the Hall and suddenly felt lightness. It surrounded him with chilly bright light and on the next second the world imploded.
***
Draco woke up. His head was torn between two different memories and as if that wasn’t enough to drive someone crazy – he had woken up in a white padded room. A mental institution? But how was that possible?! His mind reeled but still nothing made sense.

A door in a padded wall opened and before someone stepped in, Draco heard a conversation.

“You sure he’s ready for another round?” asked someone Draco didn’t recognize at once.

“Oh, he’s better gonna be or I’ll kick his sorry ass. Again,” told a witch he knew a long time. Draco looked up and was about to say that news of her eminent death were overrated, but instead the entering warrior left him gobsmacked.

She looked like Mione but didn’t quite sound like her, or walked like her or anything like her.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” demanded confused Draco.

“Doc, I think you overdosed him again. The blasted git can’t remember a thing,” she whined and looked pointedly at Doctor Pomfrey standing beside the open door.

“I’m sorry but it was impossible to calculate the right dosage as he was in that state and he is not as resilient as Major. He can take lot more and you know it,” said Doctor Pomfrey while checking something out on her datapad. Draco stared at the device and came up with a conclusion that it was a Muggle thing. So, he was in a Muggle facility…

“Bla bla blaa, can you tell me anything that I already don’t know?” asked the witch and stared at Draco who was sitting down, legs spread out in front of him and glared back at her.

“Ehhem, if you are talking about me, then why don’t you just ask me?” he said and got himself ready for some punch line. The warrior in a strange army suit stepped closer right between his legs and crouched down, looking straight in the eye.

“Because you are not you,” she told with a smirk.

“And neither are you!” shouted Draco.

“Well, how rude of me,” she sneered, “Allow me to introduce myself – I’m Cith Bane.”
***
Two identical Blaises where standing behind the glass, watching as Draco was wheeled in on a gurney and Doctor Pomfrey started to attach electrodes onto him. The blond was cursing her to no end but it was a waste of time as he was strapped down even more tightly.

“Do you think he’ll come through this time?” asked one Blaise from the other.

“Honestly? I doubt. He’s as stubborn as he was in your world,” said the other one and glanced over his shoulder at Professor Snape and Colonel Severiano of Alfheim. So different, thought Blaise and turned his gaze back to Draco down in the center of the room.

Draco was still fighting with the bonds and yelling at the Doctor.

“Shut the hell up,” said Cith in annoyance and stared at him with all the venom she could bring up in those dark eyes. “How many times have I tried to tell you that it’s for your own good? Right, from the beginning again?”

“You,” hissed Draco, “I know you.”

“I’m sure you do,” purred Cith and her vicious smile spread over the face he had grown to adore.

“Back then you took over Mione,” whispered Draco in astonishment as he recognized the look on her face with eyes darkened to almost black.

“I AM the Rage Walker,” she emphasized and grinned.

“What?”

“Miss Bane? Would I elaborate Mister Malfoy on his condition? Again?” asked Doctor Pomfrey and inserted something into the back of his head that felt like ice-cold rod sticking through his brain.

“What ever, as long as you get these two separated,” told Cith and walked away from him as a stasis pod was hovered in.

“Right, lets begin. When you where wrestling in the cemetery with Miss Ariston of Midgard, you accidentally damaged her DAD&H device and encountering a magical spell, it sent you to a quantum leap to a parallel reality of Midgard, where your entity settled into a body of your self. To make it more understandable – your soul went to another reality and now you are stuck with two souls in one body that doesn’t belong to you. Is it clear?” Doctor stopped talking very fast and watched Draco carefully.

“Er, if this is not mine then where is my body?” he finally asked after he had digested the info and decided to forget half of that.

“There,” she pointed to a stasis pod, “All the three of you did the leap. When Miss Ariston died in that reality, her entity was freed and she got back to her right body when it was brought into a Void on the board of Galantea. Here the time and place doesn’t matter. We are between Worlds,” she explained and was rather pleased when Draco didn’t go into shock or insane from hearing it. Maybe this time it’ll work, she hoped and lifted up her datapad to see their progress.

“I have a question,” Draco said and breathed in for a second to wait Doctor’s reaction.

“Yes?”

“You said Mione returned to her body but why isn’t she Mione?”

Doctor Pomfrey inhaled sharply and looked at Cith who was already standing behind the glass with General Lucianus and Supremeverse Marshal Saga – the commanding duo.

“Miss Hermione Ariston is too weak to suppress the alter ego of the Rage Walker. Cith is the strongest entity in the line of all Rage Walkers,” told Doctor Pomfrey in compassion as she remembered why Major Draconis had turned cold against Morrigan. Cith had changed her so much that he had finally started to loathe her.

“Huh? So she’ll be like that forever?”

“Well, in time the original entity will combine with Cith but…” Doctor sighed, “She’ll never be Mione again.”

Draco stared blankly at her. He couldn’t believe her words and for a moment Doctor feared he’d flip again like before when getting the same answers. Draco closed his eyes and exhaled. His body seemed to relax but Doctor Pomfrey still noticed tension in his muscles.

“My Hermione is dead,” he said faintly. “And mine is altered into a perfect bitch,” stated the same voice with a grunt.

“I’m sorry, Mister Malfoy,” told the Doctor and then went on. “Are you ready for the procedure?”