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Population Boom, Hogwarts part 10
🕑 Added 2024-12-31 08:02:47 +0000 UTCSirius jumped and grabbed his wand when Mundungus appeared out of thin air with the hilt of a knife sticking out of his shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, wondering why someone had pinned a letter to his shoulder with a knife.
"No!" Dung complained as he flopped into one of the chairs in the lounge, not caring that he was getting blood on the furniture on account of the knife sticking out of his shoulder that hurt like hell and refused to come out. "The bitch cursed the knife!"
"What happened?" Albus asked as he started casting a couple of diagnostic charms so he could figure out how to get the knife out of Mundungus' shoulder without just cutting it out.
"I was making a couple of deals with some shady folk when this blue haired teenage girl walked up with a letter as calm as could be despite the fact that I was in Knockturn Alley and asked if I was Mr. Fletcher, I said, 'What's it to you?' and she stabbed me!" Mundungus complained, not seeing a point in explaining that he hadn't been as polite as he probably should have been since she'd ruined a deal for some rare and rather expensive dark artifacts that his mark had been trying to dispose of.
"Did she say why she stabbed you?" Severus asked, figuring there was probably a reason that she stabbed him beyond just a lack of manners.
"Some nonsense about selling shit that didn't belong to me," Mundungus admitted.
"Finite," Albus said as he tapped the dagger hilt with his wand, causing the knife to fall out of Dung's shoulder and causing the letter to twist, turn red and start speaking, "Mundungus Fletcher, you have twenty four hours to make good on the items you stole from the Potter estate or I will cut your balls off and shatter your skull, a vague disclaimer is no one's friend."
"I better…" he trailed off as Severus drew his wand and tossed up an anti-apparation jinx.
"What did you steal?" Severus demanded coldly.
"Don't," Sirius said when Mundungus turned to look at him. "For perhaps the first time in my life, I agree with Severus. What did you take?"
"Nothing," Dung lied, knowing he'd sold a fair amount of stuff from the house, mostly stuffed animals and Harry's broom but also some of Lily's equipment that would have just rusted over the years.
"Drug him," Sirius said, causing Severus to hit Dung with a stunner when he tried to run for the door so he could get out of the ward.
"Was that really necessary?" Dodge asked, knowing they had more important things to discuss than thirteen year old crimes.
"Yes," Severus replied, knowing that he probably would have done something drastic if Dung had kept making excuses.
"I'll put up with his sticky fingers when it comes to the shit I don't care about, but there are limits," Sirius offered.
Albus used a spell to heal Dung’s shoulder. "Were you able to find out anything about the cracks?"
"More than I was expecting," Severus admitted. "With Moody's information, I was able to force one of the cracks open, creating a rip into what I'm assuming is a pocket dimension."
"Pocket dimension?" Albus asked intently, recalling the tales of Avalon and how it had come to be.
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"Mum is going to kill me if she ever finds out about this," Ginny's clone complained as she adjusted the leather collar that Mist had handed her.
"Worst case, we blame everything on our doppelgangers and run," Harry offered with a grin as he checked the Marauder's map to make sure no one was close to the entrance to the old bathroom they were using as a meeting spot.
"Works for me," Ginny teased.
"Prick," Harry's clone complained as he flipped his twin and Ginny off.
"Any time," Ginny replied with a smirk.
Puck finished repairing the broken bathroom stall and turned to look at Ginny's clone. "We have a plan, we just have to stick to the plan and everything will be fine. With the rings and the collars, we should be able to get six points of mana for having sex here then we can head to the library and have sex for another twenty points."
"It's still weird that bathrooms only give us three points normally," Harry's clone complained.
Mist shrugged. "It's probably because you can lock the stalls or because people sort of expect it."
Ginny shook her head. "I'm pretty sure the collars won't work if you lock the doors, I wasn't getting anything from the collar until Hermione unlocked the door."
"Pretty sure that just applies to the outside door but either way, we're clear for the moment, we should probably get started," Mist suggested.
"Sounds good," Ginny agreed, trying not to think about what her mother would say if they got caught.
"Sure," Mist replied as he gently pulled Hermione against his chest and started playing with her nipples while she watched Harry's clone walk over to start fucking Ginny's clone from behind.
"This would be easier if we had beds or something to lean against," Hermione mused.
"You could always use the sinks or the bathroom stalls," Puck suggested.
"Pervert," Hermione muttered, her mind flashing back to some of the stranger shows she'd seen on the television.
"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Puck teased as she bounced over to the sink, not seeing a problem with having fun while increasing her available mana.
"It's worth a try," Hermione admitted.
"I'm game," Mist offered.
"Deal," Puck agreed.
Harry pulled his attention off the girls long enough to glance at the map and make sure everything was fine, which was probably why he missed the fact that Luna and her clones were heading their way.
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McGonagall frowned as she studied the list of students that had been copied. "Is it just me or does the list look weighted?"
Minerva's clone looked up from the book she was reading, not surprised that Minerva was still obsessing about the clones. "Weighted?"
"We've had dozens of students pulled over but even the extra Slytherins are students that I would write recommendations for," McGonagall replied, fairly sure there was something directing the magic that was pulling people over.
"Or you're seeing patterns where there aren't any," the clone offered, not surprised that her original had realized that there was something fishy about the people that the boss had been copying.
"How are you so calm about this?" McGonagall asked, studying her alternate's face.
"None of the spells that we've tried have turned up anything useful and we're not losing students, we're gaining them," the clone pointed out. "Besides, Severus and Albus are working on the problem with Moody, if they find anything, they'll let us know."
"And that makes it alright?" McGonagall asked as someone knocked on the door.
"No but there's not much I can do about it," the clone replied, then flicked her wand at the door and opened it, revealing Ms. Black. "How can we help you?"
"I remembered how to cast a couple of strange spells, but I didn't want to cast them without adult supervision since I couldn't find a record of them in the library," Bella admitted.
"Strange spells?" McGonagall's clone asked.
"I have a wandless spell to summon The Man Without Fear and a spell to summon a Sticky Side Delivery Girl," Bella admitted, unwilling to admit to having a spell to summon a slave collar since she didn't want to get into trouble and because it seemed pretty straightforward.
"Wandless?" McGonagall asked, never having heard of either spell or a spell to summon a person for that matter.
"Apparently," Bella offered, wishing she could remember where she'd learned the spell. "Permission to test the spell?"
The clone glanced at McGonagall. "What do you think?"
'She'd probably test it either way,' McGonagall thought. "Might as well test it with proper adult supervision."
“Proceed,” Minerva’s clone told her.
Bella focused and pushed mana into the spell, causing a tall man with light brown hair to appear out of thin air wearing a dark brown robe. "Hello?"
Anakin Skywalker glanced around the primitive looking office then focused on Bella, trying to figure out why everything felt muted, as if the force was weak or possibly repressed. "What's going on?" he asked, not sure why he felt a connection to the girl with black hair.
"What's the last thing you remember?" McGonagall's clone asked as she studied the young man that looked to be in his late teens or early twenties.
"I was heading to Tatooine," Anakin replied, trying to figure out how he'd gotten from his ship to an office with stone walls since he was awake and it didn't feel like a Force vision.
"Tatooine?" McGonagall asked in confusion.
"It's a planet on the Outer Rim. Where are we?" Anakin asked.
"Hogwarts," Bella offered.
"Is that the planet or the city?" Anakin asked, having never heard of the place.
"Castle actually, we're in Scotland on Earth," McGonagall's clone offered.
"You named your planet dirt?" Anakin asked in disbelief.
"More like the other way around," the clone replied.
"How did I get here?" Anakin asked, worried about getting back to his ship so he could save his mother.
"I used a spell," Bella admitted. "It's supposed to summon The Man Without Fear."
Anakin stared at the girl that was wearing a black robe, wishing his senses weren't on the fritz so he'd have a better chance of figuring out what was going on. "And it summoned me?"
"Apparently," Bella admitted with a sigh, wishing she had more information about the spell. "I woke up a couple of days ago with most of my memories scrambled or gone, I recalled a couple of spells that didn't fit with the rest of the spells I remembered so I figured I'd try casting it with appropriate supervision."
"How do I get back?" Anakin asked, trying to stay calm and finding it difficult.
Bella blinked and smiled when she realized she actually knew the answer to that question, something that she hadn't until he'd asked. "You should reappear exactly where you were after twenty four hours as if no time had passed on your world."
"How do you know that?" McGonagall asked.
"I don't know, I just do and I didn't before he asked," Bella admitted.
Anakin relaxed a touch, fairly sure she wasn't lying judging by her body language and what little he could feel of her emotions. "Do the words Jedi and Sith mean anything to you?"
"No, should they?" Bella asked, not recognizing the words.
"Probably, they've been around for thousands of years," Anakin offered.
"I remember some of the children mentioning Jedi, they're supposed to have swords of light and use magic, but it's just a muggle fantasy and only showed up in the last twenty years, why?" McGonagall asked.
"They're two sects of Force users," Anakin explained as he pulled his lightsaber off his belt. He made sure it wasn't pointed at anyone and activated it.
"Force…" McGonagall trailed off as the cylinder that he was holding produced a beam of blue light that stopped after about four feet, creating a blade of light.
"I might need to check on a few things," McGonagall's clone admitted. "What is the Force?"
"It's a field that is present in everything or it should be, it feels strangely weak here," Anakin explained as he turned his lightsaber off and put it back on his belt.
"Does the Sticky Side mean anything to you?" McGonagall's clone asked Anakin.
"The sticky side of tape?" Anakin asked.
"I doubt it. She has a spell to summon a Sticky Side Delivery Girl, I figured I'd ask since she had two strange spells that don't make any sense and one of them summoned you," the clone explained.
"No clue," Anakin admitted. "Why don't they make sense?"
"I've never heard of a spell that can summon people," McGonagall explained.
"The Force works in mysterious ways," Anakin replied, thinking about some of the things that Yoda had said over the years.
"You might as well cast the delivery spell," McGonagall's clone suggested, hoping the delivery girl could provide more information.
Bella focused and cast her delivery spell, causing a brown haired teenager to appear wearing a green genie outfit and holding a clipboard. "Hello?"
Dawn glanced at the identical old witches that looked familiar then focused on the guy wearing robes, her gaze jumping down to his belt where his lightsaber was. 'Huh, that's a lightsaber,' she mused as she focused on the girl that had summoned her. "Hello, I'm your Sticky Side Representative, you can call me Dawn, what type of gear do you need?"
"Gear?" Bella asked, wondering why a delivery girl would be wearing sheer pants and a revealing top.
"Clothing for every occasion, jump boots, speeders, sex toys and or perverted lightsabers, the works," Dawn replied with a grin.
"Perverted lightsabers?" Anakin asked.
"They come in multiple colors and types, including suggestively shaped handles and training blades that are guaranteed to be perfectly safe. Of course, if you're willing to sign the disclaimer, we're willing to sell you actual lightsabers."
"Disclaimer?" Bella asked.
"You have to agree that you can't hold the Sticky Side Delivery company responsible for your own stupidity and or lack of training," Dawn explained.
"Let me guess, someone lost a foot?" Anakin asked, thinking about some of the horror stories he'd heard of people injuring themselves with a lightsaber without proper training.
"Yeah," Dawn replied with a sigh. "Burns are actually more common when they catch their clothes on fire from swinging the blades around like an idiot, but I've heard some nasty stories about people cutting their own heads off or legs because they weren't careful."
"What are speeders and jump boots?" McGonagall asked.
"Speeders are basically flying bikes without tires and Jump boots let you jump about ten times as far as you could normally jump and land safely." Dawn handed Bella the clipboard. "The magical sex toys are on the second page."
"You're selling sex toys to children?" McGonagall asked with annoyance.
"Of course not, you have to be at least fourteen or the equivalent for their species," Dawn replied then focused on Bella. "You're at least fourteen, right?"
"I'm in fourth year," Bella replied as she flipped the page and started looking through the catalogue of toys.
"Do you know how she found the spell to summon you?" McGonagall's clone asked before her original could start ranting.
"No clue," Dawn admitted. "We hired an interdimensional company to spread the spells around after we took over Santa's workshop."
"Santa?" Anakin asked.
Bella pulled her gaze away from the catalogue of toys that she wanted to try out and focused on Dawn. "Why did you take over Santa's workshop?"
"My friend used a spell to get us home, it didn't work out the way we wanted and we ended up in an evil holiday world," Dawn replied with a shrug. "He had it coming, he liked turning naughty children into cookies and eating them."
Bella shivered at the idea of being eaten. "That's horrible."
"That's why we killed him," Dawn replied. "If you're looking for affordable toys, I suggest the vibrating training saber, it's great for learning to use a lightsaber and taking the edge off when you're done practicing."
"Do you take credits?" Anakin asked, thinking about getting Obi-Wan and himself some jump boots.
"Anything but Monopoly money," Dawn replied with a smile, happy that the company they'd contracted with took care of the exchange rate. "What are you looking for?"
"Jump boots," Anakin replied, figuring that would be a good place to start.
"I can do that," Dawn replied as she pulled her phone out of her inventory and pulled up the product page for the jump boots as it gave more detail than the order form.
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Mist almost tripped over his own feet when he saw a pair of names on the Marauder's Map that absolutely shouldn't have been there. "What the hell is Anakin Skywalker doing in McGonagall's office with Dawn Summers and Bella Black?"
"Who?" Ginny asked, trying to figure out why Mist looked surprised.
"Anakin Skywalker?" Hermione asked as she checked the map. "As in Darth Vader?"
"Do you know anyone else named Anakin Skywalker?" Mist asked as he changed direction and headed for McGonagall's office. "We should probably check this out."
"Why?" Harry asked as they followed Mist, only vaguely familiar with the name from school thanks to the Dursleys hating anything that wasn't 'normal', i.e. boring.
"Because he shouldn't be here," Mist replied, wondering if the company had 'forgotten' to mention the fact that it was a crossover world or if something screwy was going on.
"Unless someone is a huge Star Wars fan and they just named their child Anakin Skywalker," Hermione pointed out, fairly sure Mist was letting his imagination run wild.
"They'd still have a normal last name," Mist argued. "Do you know anyone named Dawn Summers?"
"No, why?" Ginny asked.
"Because she's in there with Bella Black and Anakin," Mist replied, wondering if Buffy's sister Dawn had managed to end up in Hogwarts or if someone just had her name, something that was a lot more likely than someone ending up with Anakin Skywalker as their full name.
"Do we have an excuse for stopping by her office?" Harry asked.
"Homework?" Ginny's clone asked, figuring that was the easiest reason they'd want to talk to her.
"We didn't have any, we managed to cast the spell before the end of the period," Hermione replied.
"What about lodging a complaint about Quidditch?" Harold asked. "It's completely unfair that we don't get to play."
"You don't even have a broom," Ginny argued.
"I can borrow Harry's broom or Mist can make one if we have to play at the same time," Harold argued, unwilling to let the lack of a broom stop him. "There's no reason to bin quidditch for a stupid tournament that only has three events."
"You're forgetting the weighing of the wands and the dance," Puck replied absently, more focused on the strangeness around Anakin Skywalker than she was about Quidditch.
"They wouldn't have conflicted with Quidditch anyway," Harry argued, getting into the spirit of things as they got closer to McGonagall's office.
"It's worth a try," Hermione agreed, fairly sure that McGonagall wouldn't be able to save Quidditch, which was fine with her since it meant that they'd have plenty of time to sneak around the school having sex in various hallways and rooms for mana without having to worry about Harry falling behind.
"Mischief managed," Mist whispered to the map then handed it to Harry to put away and knocked on the door to McGonagall's office. "Professor…" he trailed off as McGonagall opened the door, giving him a clear view of Anakin Skywalker and Dawn Summers, a touch surprised that they were dead ringers for their actors. "Huh."
"Did you need something?" McGonagall asked.
Harry pulled his attention off of the girl that was wearing something straight out of I Dream of Jeannie and focused on McGonagall. "We wanted to lodge a complaint about not having a quidditch league. Some of the students that are trying to earn a spot on a professional team are going to be at a disadvantage because they won't have as much experience under their belts."
"Quidditch?" Dawn asked in surprise.
McGonagall sighed. "I'll stop you right there, I've heard the complaint from just about everyone on a team and there's nothing I can do, I was overruled. The minister wanted the political capital that successfully completing the tournament would give him and Ludo Bagman wanted the final task to be the focus of everyone's attention."
Mist pulled his attention off Anakin and Dawn and focused on the closest McGonagall. "Are the spectators going to get a good view?"
"No," McGonagall admitted. "If the walls are high enough to act as a maze, the walls are going to prevent the crowd from seeing the contestants. We would have been better off placing the maze in the forest where we could actually keep the headmasters from discovering the layout of the maze and using spells to show the participants."
"Harry Potter?" Dawn blurted out when she saw Harry's faded lightning bolt scar.
"Yes?" Harry asked, curious why the girl was asking it like it was a question when everyone else seemed to recognize him on sight.
"Is this Hogwarts?!" Dawn asked excitedly, having been too focused on selling things earlier to ask.
McGonagall turned and looked at Dawn. "How do you know that?"
"Harry's famous, even back home," Dawn replied, not seeing a reason to mention that he was a character in a fictional series. "Were the twins copying people?" she asked when she noticed that Harry's twin had the same scar.
"It wasn't the Weasley twins, we checked," Mist replied with a smile as he stepped into McGonagall's office and held his hand out toward Dawn. "I'm Mist Potter, Harry's older and less famous twin."
"Dawn Summers, amaetur witch and Jedi of the Sticky Side," Dawn replied as she shook Mist's hand, a touch surprised that Harry had family. 'I guess the books weren't perfectly accurate for this world.'
McGonagall glanced between Dawn and Hermione as the group walked into her office. "Have you ever heard of Jedi or Sith or the Sticky Side?"
"Sticky side?" Hermione asked, then shook her head. "I've never heard of the Sticky Side but I've heard of Jedi and Sith, but they're from a movie."
"And a series of books and games," Mist offered. 'Sticky side? Like the porn side of the Force?' he mused, thinking about some old fanfics that he'd read years ago.
"What is it about?" Anakin asked.
"Do you want to take this?" Hermione asked Mist, figuring he knew more about the games and books than she did as she'd only seen the movies.
"Sure," Mist replied as he glanced between Bella and Anakin, wondering how she was involved in things. "It's basically a space opera centered around the Skywalker family and Anakin's fall to the dark side because Emperor Palpatine was a backstabbing bastard and a Sith Lord that was trying to drive him insane and set him at odds with the Jedi council."
"Language," McGonagall complained.
"I'm being polite," Mist grumbled. "The guy arranged to have his entire planet attacked by an army of droids or mechanical golems just to get closer to being elected the supreme chancellor of the galaxy then he ran both sides of a galactic war as the chancellor. He used the war to gain more power so that he could eventually wipe out the Jedi and declare himself Emperor and take over."
"Do you have any proof?" Anakin asked, hoping that he was wrong about his mentor, but getting the sense that the young man was confident he was telling the truth.
"No, it's a story or a collection of stories," Mist replied with a shrug. "There's always a chance that a seer handed the director some notes or that the director is a seer but as far as I know, it's just fiction, why?"
"Because my name is Anakin Skywalker and I'm a Jedi," Anakin replied.
Mist glanced down at the lightsaber on Anakin's belt. "Does the lightsaber actually work?"
"It works and it's a bit too dangerous to show off in a crowded office," Anakin replied, ignoring the fact that he’d done so just a minute before.
"I work for the Sticky Side Cooperation and we sell lightsabers if you're interested," Dawn offered.
"Just lightsabers?" Mist asked.
"I have a catalogue," Dawn replied as she gestured toward the clipboard that Bella was holding. "Clothing for every occasion, jump boots, speeders, sex toys and or perverted lightsabers."
"Do you take gold?" Mist asked, figuring he might as well do some Christmas present shopping early.
"Absolutely," Dawn replied cheerfully.
"You should probably take them to the Great Hall and get them some food," McGonagall's clone piped up, figuring it would be better if she didn't actually see the students purchase anything from Dawn's catalogue.
"I could eat," Anakin admitted, having skipped a couple of meals in his haste to save his mother and wanting some privacy to ask more about what they might know of his reality.
"I'll show you the way," Hermione offered.
"Fantastic," Dawn replied, wanting to pick Hermione's brain about Mist and the extra copies.
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Comments
Sonic0704
I hope he got Anakin's pattern as well, not just Dawn's
ZeroLink21
Saves his mom then goes and cuts that pricks head off that's what anakin should do also buy some stuff to spice up his relationship with his girl lol tftc
Jason Anderson
very nice and I would like to see what Anakin does once he gets back to
