Heaven And Hell

Note: All characters and settings belong solely to J.K. Rowling. I do not attempt to claim any for myself.

Note2: This fanfic contains minors in sexual situations (or will, in chapter 3), torture, rape, blood and gore, and all manner of nasties.

Chapter 1: Dreamtrain

\"...Pave Paradise to put up a parking lot.\"
Draco wasn\'t sure what exactly that part of the song, barely audible over the hustle and bustle in King’s Cross station meant, but the words seemed to describe pretty well his feelings. His life had been flattened. His gods-be-damned father had gambled with his family’s lives and lost. Draco and his mother were just lucky that the inspectors had decided that they were innocent of any knowledge of Lucius Malfoy\'s activities. Draco knew quite well that his father had been a Death Eater and that his mother still was. He had even idolized them and imitated their haughty demeanor. Anyways, Lucius Malfoy was not a man one crossed lightly. His wife and son knew that better than anyone.

Once he had been caught, though, Lucius being revealed as a Death Eater had tainted the Malfoy name in the eyes of the Wizarding community, because, while it was considered worthy to detest Muggles and Mudbloods, it was not considered a worthy pasttime to actively support You-Know-Who.

Damn, but Draco missed the old days when he had ruled Hogwarts. Other students had looked up to and feared him for his family\'s name and reputation.

Now, people mostly felt centempt or pity towards him. Those who had once followed Draco\'s lead now looked down upon him; considered him a lowly creature to be tolerated or jeered at.

Draco hated it. He had become a non-entity, a hanger-on. He couldn’t get away with half the things he used to. People no longer under his father’s influence took out their anger on him.

It was creepy how many people were around to see you mess up when you had no one to protect you.

He sighed and walked through the magic wall, wheeling his trunk behind him. It was the same trunk that he had had last year. Luckily, Narcissa had a knack for decorating charms, so the shade of green had been altered and the brass fittings were of a different style.

Draco handed his luggage off to a porter, grabbed his monogrammed traveling bag and his owl, and stepped onto the train. He found an empty box near the back of the train, stowed his gear, and sat down on the red velvet bench seat

He looked out the window at other students being loaded tearfully onto the train by their loving parents. Draco felt a stab of jealousy. His parents had never seemed too sad to see him go off to school. Most especially after his father was caught. This morning, his mother had loaded him into the family car and gone back into their house. She could have at least accompanied him to Diagon Alley as his father used to! He had been left to his own devices to collect his school things and get to the train on time.

He watched Potter arrive at the platform alone and felt a brief kind of kinship with the orphan. It was quickly squashed as Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasley clan greeted Harry joyfully.

He turned away from the window, a lone tear making its way unheeded down his cheek. Draco leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

Having spent the entire morning searching for new-looking school supplies at lower prices and dodging his school-mates, Draco was so tired he fell asleep almost instantly. He slept deep and dreamed.


He was fighting Voldemort. He wasn\'t quite sure why, since he agreed Lord Voldemort\'s ideas, if not his methods, which were usually gross and bloody, but there he was. He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named was wearing Slytherin\'s colors and he had a silver-banded green snake slithering around his thin body. The deep cowl on his cloak shadowed his face. Something seemed familiar about him. Draco couldn\'t place it, since he was sure he had never met Lord Voldemort, but he felt like he should know the man under that hood.

There they stood, balanced precariously on broken towers, facing one another. Something changed. The wand he was holding suddenly was not his, although it felt perfectly natural in his hand. Draco looked down at himself and found that, rather than his usual green and silver school tie, he was wearing a red and gold one. He felt the weight of glasses sitting on his nose and realized that he was no longer Draco Malfoy. Well he was, but he was also Harry Potter.

Harry was terrified. This was the man who had killed his parents in cold blood. The man who seemed hell-bent on destroying him as well. But Potter was also steaming mad. How dare this man kill his parents? How dare this man threaten his friends? How dare this man use his magic to attack people who had no defense against him? How dare he! Harry\'s terror warred with his fury within him, paralyzing him for precious moments as Lord Voldemort prepared his spell.

\"Do something, you hare-brained muggle-lover! He\'s going to kill us, you fool!\" Draco screamed silently in what was no longer his own head.

Harry still hesitated, his wand by his side. Draco somehow wrested control of the body he shared with the Potter boy out of his grasp, pointed the wand they held at Lord Voldemort and yelled \"Avada Kedavra!\"

Draco had never felt such power or such a strong spell. Lord Voldemort disappeared in a puff of foul-smelling green smoke.

He was fighting Voldemort. He wasn\'t quite sure why, since he agreed Lord Voldemort\'s ideas, if not his methods, which were usually gross and bloody, but there he was. He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named was wearing Slytherin\'s colors and he had a silver-banded green snake slithering around his thin body. The deep cowl on his cloak shadowed his face. Something seemed familiar about him. Draco couldn\'t place it, since he was sure he had never met Lord Voldemort, but he felt like he should know the man under that hood.

There they stood, balanced precariously on a ridiculous blue flying car, facing one another. Something changed. The wand he was holding suddenly was not his own. It was taped together in the middle and the handle was splintery. The unicorn hair inside it was starting to show at the tip. Draco looked down at himself and found that, rather than his usual green and silver school tie, he was wearing a red and gold one. He realized that he was no longer Draco Malfoy. Well he was, but he was also Ron Weasley.

Ron was scared. *And so was Mariilyn. And Gorton. And Maura. And Theodon. On the other hand, Korliss wasn\'t terrified at all. He was happy to see his master. He was trying to take over Ron\'s body to go greet Lord Voldemort. As one of many passengers stuck inside Ron’s conciousness, Draco felt crowded and disoriented.

\"Boy! Snap out of it! You\'ll get us all killed!\"

\"Aaaaaahhh!! I\'m going to die… again!\"

\"If you let me speak to him, I\'ll get us out of this mess and you won\'t even have to fight him.\" Korliss chimed in, hissing unpleasantly in Ron’s conciousness.

Draco gave Korliss a strong mental kick and the disembodied mind quieted. Surprised, Draco becan abusing the rest of the voices into silence.

When Draco could hear himself think once again, he yelled at Ron, himself. \"Come on Weasley, just hex him already!\" Ron didn\'t move a muscle. He was staring at the gargantuan snake draped in dizzying loops around Lord Voldemort’s body.

Draco shoved his way to the front of the other boy\'s mind and willed their hand to rise. He pointed Ron\'s wand at Lord Voldemort and yelled \"Avada Kedavra!\" Voldemort turned into a poisonous-looking green rabbit and hopped away.

He was fighting Voldemort. He wasn\'t quite sure why, since he agreed Lord Voldemort\'s ideas, if not his methods, which were usually gross and bloody, but there he was. He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named was wearing Slytherin\'s colors and he had a silver-banded green snake slithering around his thin body. The deep cowl on his cloak shadowed his face. Something seemed familiar about him. Draco couldn\'t place it, since he was sure he had never met Lord Voldemort, but he felt like he should know the man under that hood.

There they stood, balanced precariously on top of crumbling muggle buildings, high above a city street, facing one another. Something changed. The wand he was holding suddenly was not his own, although it felt perfectly normal in his hand. He looked down at himself and found that, rather than his usual green and silver school tie, he was wearing a red and gold one... on a chest that definitely didn\'t belong to him. It had breasts. He realized that he was no longer Draco Malfoy. Well he was, but he was also Hermione Granger.

Standing there, facing Voldemort, Hermione was scared, as any sane person would be, but she was also furious! She couldn\'t just stand still and just let this man walk all over people who couldn’t defend themselves from him (indeed, they didn’t even know they ought to). Damn it! It wasn\'t right!

Draco watched in trpidation as Lord Voldemort raised his wand to cast a spell on them. He was sure for some reason that he would have to step in and save them.

Hermione raised her wand and uttered a complex incantation that Draco had never heard of before. A beam of bright white light light shot out of Hermione’s wand and folded itself into a cage around Lord Voldemort. It then began tho shrink. It constricted him until it sank into his skin and disappeared. Voldemort fell backwards, the cowl over his head falling back.

The man under the hood was thin, with long ash-blonde hair and grey eyes. He would have been handsome had it not been for an unpleasantness in his expression and the tiny green snake slithering back and forth between his lips.

With a startled expression, Lucius Malfoy fell over, trapped in his own body.

Draco awoke screaming. He felt hands on his shoulders gently shaking him. He opened his grey eyes and looked up into a pair of concerned brown ones.

*In my own theory, when Ron got caught by the brains in Book 5, some conciousnesses were transferred to him.