Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to JK Rowling etc etc amen.

Warnings: Slash (m/m relationship)

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Our World

Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry had seen it's fair share of strange things over the years. From the infamous Basilisk of Salazar Slytherin to the beheading of Lord Nathanon the Third – a young nobleman attending the school during an unfortunate revolution in his own country – there was no shortage of weird in it's History.

What happened on April 13, 1998 at precisely 7:53am however would stay in the minds of the students and staff present for the rest of their lives.

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Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasely, and Ginerva Weasely were sitting in their customary places at the Gryffindor Table when it happened. A resounding boom echoed through the room and two figures came flying out of a large ball of light that had appeared, quiet suddenly, in the center of the enchanted ceiling.

The figures fell to the ground at an alarming rate and if it weren't for the quick wand work of one Albus Dumbledore our story would surely have ended with two gruesome 'splats'.

As it was, the figures slowed until they touched down on the ground as light as feathers and promptly stood to brush themselves off.

"Oh excellent job, Potter," one spat, running a finely manicured hand through silver-blonde hair, "you've landed us in a school."

"And you'd prefer what? A volcano perhaps?" the second figure asked sarcastically, straightening broken glasses and turning around to survey the room.

"Prat."

"Git."

"Juvenile, much Potter? You're scaring the children."

And indeed, something about the strangers had caused complete silence in which to argue. Young and old faces alike stared at the two men in horror and amazement as they cleaned off their peculiar clothing.

"Gentlemen," our heroic Albus Dumbledore said finally, "would you care to introduce yourselves and, mayhaps, tell us how it is you arrived here."

The men glanced at each other before reaching a silent agreement and introducing themselves.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," said the first man with the silvery hair, "and my companions name is Harry Potter."

The black haired man nodded and picked up the conversation where his partner had left off. "As difficult as this may be for you to believe, we come from a different world and we're having some difficulty getting back to it."

"Oh?" asked our unshakable Headmaster, "Do tell."

"Well it started when we were… probably about eighteen actually," Harry-Potter-from-a-different-world began only to be stopped by Draco-Malfoy-from-a-different-world who, showing good sense which is always handy when one finds oneself in an alternate universe, clapped a hand firmly over his mouth.

"Are you mad? We can't trust them!"

"Mmf."

"Well that's all fine and dandy, Potter, but I don't fancy putting my life in the hands of a twinkly geezer."

"Hmm mmf, murugh mrm nph."

"Potter, don't use language like that around children."

The aforementioned children were too shocked and poor of hearing to consider any bad words Not-Harry might have said and so didn't really care.

"Wait a minute! How can you be Harry Potter, I'm Harry Potter!" Harry-Potter-from-this-world exclaimed, standing up, "And how can you be Draco Malfoy? Draco Malfoy's over at the Slytherin table drinking coffee!"

And, indeed, Draco-Malfoy-from-our-world was sitting at the Slytherin table calmly sipping his Grande Americano while occasionally dipping a piece of biscotti in it.

"Oh dear," Dumbledore said, "I do believe we have a problem."

"That's the understatement of the year," Not-Draco snorted, "he looks just like me when I was seventeen. Down to the last hair."

Not-Harry, who had been studying the younger Harry nodded. "Yeah, except for the huge scar he could be a carbon copy of me. And the clothes, what's with those?"

Not-Draco snorted again and said, "Right Potter, 'cause you know so much about fashion."

"No Draco," the Great Hall gasped at the use of Not-Draco's first name, "look at what they're wearing, it's like something out of a fantasy novel. Like uniforms for a witchcraft school or something."

Not-Draco rolled his eyes to avoid snorting again – first impressions are everything – and said, "Witchcraft. Dream on Potter, we've had this discussion before."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and the two men's attention was once again drawn to the old man. "I'm afraid Mr. Potter is quiet right, we are a school dedicated to developing and cultivating the magical arts in our youth."

Not-Harry shot Not-Draco a superior look.

"But I cannot tell you anything more until you explain why you're here and how you got here."

Again, a silent conversation was held using eyes and familiarity between the two not-strangers before Not-Harry turned to Dumbledore with a triumphant look on his face.

"As I was saying, back in our world we both went to The Black Academy for Young Gentlemen and when we were about eighteen stumbled over… something."

"Was it bigger then a breadbox?" Dumbledore offered helpfully, earning glares from the two men in front of him.

"No, let us continue," Not-Draco spat, "We stumbled over this… thing when we went into one of the unused classrooms. It was shiny so of course Harry just had to touch it."

"Hey!" twin voices shouted.

Not-Draco rolled his eyes but his lips twitched when he realized that the younger version of Not-Harry had cried out as well.

"Why were you in the abandoned room?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "Intent may have had something to do with it."

This statement caused both Not-Harry and Not-Draco to need to smother their laughter before Not-Harry finally said, "We were… looking for our friend's book."

Not-Draco muttered something so quietly that only Not-Harry heard it and was then forced to take up the narrative as Not-Harry was incapacitated.

"Well, Harry touched it and then screamed and I couldn't just leave him there screaming in pain so I tried to pull him off but ended up as part of the circuit as well. In a matter of seconds the world was pain and bright light and suddenly we were in a whole new world. It took some time for us to figure out what it was we had done, and when we did we had no idea what to do with that knowledge."

"Yes," Not-Harry said, "so after a bit of trial and error we found that the traveling through dimensions thing was entirely up to us and we could do it at will. Unfortunately, we can't just skip from world to world, we have to take time a recharge and do something to help the place we're in before we can move on. Sucks really, quiet boring after awhile."

"And you can bet it's never some easy thing like rescue a cat from a tree, it's always 'save the world', 'vanquish the dark lord', 'kill the zombie army'. And half the time we're just getting settled in when one of us finally feels the rush that means we can transport the other out. We never know where or when we'll land though.," Not-Draco finished.

Their explanation was met with shocked faces.

Dumbledore cleared his throat after a moment and said, "Well Gentlemen, welcome to our world."

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A/N's: Do you want to kill me? I'm sorry! I know I should be writing Leg Room or SKF or Deny Thy Father or The Fairy Goth Mother but I felt compelled to write this all of a sudden, have for quiet some time actually. Don't maim me too badly!

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