Hogwarts Express

My reviewers... you guys are BRILLIANT! I mean it! You are so able to figure out everything
I’m writing about!

And Shame Ness... of course I’ll marry you! No problem! Which of us shall be the bride? :D

And Memdrake... the spell was one I created for a fanfiction I started a while ago. I haven’t
posted it yet because I’m going to have to figure out how to work it around so it will fit with
HBP. Basically, vigneti et vigneti is a charm that disguises the identity of the person it’s on. So
yeah, that’s what it is.

For everyone else... it’s coming, I promise!

Track Change

Hogwarts Interdimensional Express

            “It’s kind of crowded now,” Beta Draco muttered, looking around the - indeed - crowded
Hogwarts Interdimensional Express.

            “What was the point of just letting every single one we encountered come along?” Alpha
Draco sighed, kneading at his temples. He wouldn’t have normally done that, not with this many
people around... but they were all him, so in a way, it was also like he was alone. Which was
bizarre to even think about, much less witness, but that was hardly the point at the moment.

            “They are going to help us retrieve Harry from that madman,” Gamma Draco pointed out,
pacing two steps, then spinning on his heel, pacing two steps back, then repeating the whole
process all over again. It was about all the room he had for pacing. “And they all wanted to come.
They all want him back too, obviously.”

            The Sigma Lambda Delta version of the Malfoy heir leaned over, and lightly tapped
Alpha Draco’s arm. “But we haven’t found Draconius yet. How many more dimensions do you
think we need to check before we can find where he’s hidden Harry?”

            “I don’t know,” Alpha Draco admitted with regret, then paused, shaking his head. “I am
slightly disturbed by the fact that looking at you is like finding out what I would have looked like
were I not born with the blessed good fortune to be male.”

            She smirked - and it was obviously the same Malfoy smirk all the other Dracos here could
wear with equal ease - and batted her long, dark lashes. “And don’t you think you’d have made a
darling cute girl, dear? Harry has always thought so.”

            Alpha Draco shuddered, shaking his head. “Okay, that’s just creepy.”

            “I’m not sure why you feel that way,” Iota Alpha Draco added, from where he stood,
holding onto the metal pole above their heads. “After all, I don’t even have a Harry, I have a
Harriet.”

            “And I have a Henrietta,” the skirted, still smirking Xi Epsilon Draculine pointed out.

            “It could be worse,” Phi Delta Draco grumbled, from where he sat near the door, hand
resting on his large abdomen. “At least none of you are pregnant.”

            “My Harry’s pregnant,” Psi Mu Theta Draco pointed out. “And he’s gorgeous that way,
because it’s my heir.”

            “This is not getting us anywhere,” Gamma Draco stopped his pacing long enough to reach
out and place his hand flat against the map. “Have you been able to find out where Draconius has
gone with the Harrys yet?”

            “Yes,” the woman’s voice said, and all other conversation in the previously quite bustling
train car stopped dead.

            “Well?” Gamma Draco demanded, impatient.

            “Draconius has returned to his own dimension with the Harrys.”

            Alpha Draco reached out, touching the map. “He has gone back to Tau Omicron Eta?!
With all the Harrys?!”

            “Yes,” the map, the train... whichever it was... confirmed.

            “Then let’s go!” Gamma Draco said, grinning almost manically.

            “Wait.” Beta Draco said quickly, and nearly a hundred blond heads turned to look at him.
Raising a single eyebrow - it wasn’t like a Malfoy was going to be embarrassed at all that
attention - he reached out to touch the map, then asked, “What is it that makes Tau Omicron Eta
different from track Alpha?”

            Gamma Draco let out a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “That is completely
irrelevant.”

            “Hardly,” Beta Draco pointed out. “If we can’t figure out what it is that makes this so
different, we’re not going to be able to solve this. We won’t be able to stop Draconius from just...
doing this again, if we can’t figure out how to stop him.”

            “We can kill him,” Chi Mu Epsilon Draco pointed out.

            There was a moment of silence for everyone to consider that one, then Beta Draco
pointed out, “Effective solution, but who knows? There could be something less... messy. Let’s
just... find out what the map has to say?”

            “Alright,” Alpha Draco nodded. “Try it.”

            Beta Draco leaned forward, touched the map, and tried again.

            “In every other possibility,” the map said calmly, “In some way, Voldemort’s attack on
Harry Potter when he was a year old had a different result. Maybe he chose not to kill him in the
end, maybe the spell rebounded, perhaps he chose to attempt to kill Neville Longbottom instead.
In fact, out of all the possibilities, in only one did Voldemort succeed in attempting to kill Harry
Potter.”

            “Tau Omicron Eta...” Gamma Draco said slowly.

            “That’s why he’s doing it...” Beta Draco breathed. “Because he doesn’t have a Harry
Potter in his world. And he’s so desperate to fix that, that he’s been trying to set every other
Draco up with every other Harry.”

            Alpha Draco let out a long breath, eyes wide. “‘You don’t even know what you have’...”

            Eta Draco - the one whose Harry was two years older and the seeker for the English
Quidditch team - sat down heavily, actually landing on Rho Kappa Theta Draco’s lap. “He never
told us that... he told us almost everything else, he showed us everything, he really set us
up...and... and he never mentioned...”

            There was another long moment of silence, then Alpha Draco put fingers to parchment
again. “Is there a track... without a Draco Malfoy?”

            “Track Rho Eta has no Draco Malfoy.” The voice said calmly.

            “And... has Tau Omicron Eta Draconius been there?” Alpha Draco pressed.

            “No.”

            “Is he aware of it?!”

            “No.”

            “We... we need to go to Tau Omicron Eta! Now!” Gamma Draco snapped, and suddenly,
the doors to the side of the train slide open.

            On the other side, stood Draconius, arms draped casually behind his back, smiling like a
mad man. And behind him... were at least a hundred different versions of Harry Potter, staring
warily at the train.

            “Welcome, to my world.”