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Myst in DC part 25
🕑 Added 2019-10-05 03:52:24 +0000 UTCAN: Someone asked for a cheat sheet for the names of twins… unrevealed are just numbers.
Buffy: Brandon, Anne
Xander: Alex (Male), Alexis, Sasha
Willow: Laura, Danielle
Zatanna: Selena, Tabitha
Harry: Rose
Raven: 2
Hermione: Puck (male), Wendy and Sophia
Megan: 12 twins (group mind)
Artemis: 5 twins.
Beast Boy: 6 sisters
Connor: 3 brothers, 2 females (Connie)
Karen: 1 brother
Kara: 1 brother
Tabitha Zatara walked out of the castle and stopped when she saw a twenty foot tall girl made out of ice running down the path tossing shards of ice at a massive one hundred foot tall dragon made out of purple and blue fire while it tried to blast the ice princess. “Neat!”
Wendy glanced over at where Myst and Xander were walking down the path watching the fight. “Who do you think is going to win?”
“I’m betting on the princess…” Rose trailed off as the dragon torched the princess with a blast of white hot flames, reducing her to steam. “Oh come on!”
“I really need a ventriloquism spell,” Xander whispered as he turned his flaming dragon construct toward the girls and had his construct spew fire toward them, stopping well short of the girls but making it look like the dragon was challenging them.
“We’ll have to ask Zatanna or Tara when we have a chance,” Myst replied in a whisper as he spent another twenty thousand mana improving his ability to create knock-offs up to a fifth rather than slightly less than a fifth.
Rose waved her hand at the dragon. “Finite!”
“Try a water spell,” Wendy suggested.
Rose gestured at the dragon and created a fire hose thick stream of high pressured water that cut the dragon in half.
Xander turned the two halves of the dragon into dozens of flying monkeys that flew toward the girls. “Fly my pretties, fly!”
“Lepsid!” Tabitha shouted as she gestured at the flying monkeys, causing them to flicker but not stopping any of them.
“Cisum!” Selena shouted as she flew out of the doors on a broomstick.
Xander nearly lost control of his flying monkeys when Rise of the Valkyries started booming across the field and Zatanna’s twin started tossing blasts of ice at the flying creatures. “Get them!”
Rose and Tabitha conjured their brooms, taking to the sky as they started tossing spells at the monkeys made of flames.
Wendy shook her head as she pulled out a wooden spoon she’d stuck in the box that imbued wands with cryokinesis and focused on creating an ice witch. ‘I really need to work on casting without a wand.’
Xander blinked as Wendy’s frost witch created something that looked suspiciously like a bazooka made of ice and shot one of the monkeys out of the air with a beam of ice shards that ripped through his fire construct. “That has to be cheating.”
Myst snickered as he reached into his inventory and pulled out the fedora he’d pulled out of the hat box. He focused on the thief hat in his inventory and turned the fedora into a knock-off thief hat. He studied the knock off with his upgrade ability. ‘Almost nothing for speed and evasion and a small bonus to magic defense, which is about what I was expecting.’
Xander pouted as his last monkey was destroyed. “I have been bested, but I shall have my revenge!” he swore melodramatically.
Rose snickered as she flew over. “That was awesome. Which spell did you use?”
“I didn’t, Myst boosted my talent for fire magic,” Xander explained as he put his cryokinesis wand in his pocket. “The more I practice, the easier it gets.”
“Speaking of practice, if I borrow Harry’s wand, can you make a knock-off?” Rose asked as the girls flew over.
“It’s worth a try,” Myst replied as he slid the slider up on his hat’s magic defense until the price jumped from one hundred a point to a thousand a point and hit accept, spending the mana and making the naked girls giggle. ‘Nearly twenty five thousand mana for 255 points of magic defense, hopefully that’s enough to deal with everything other than the unforgivables.’
“How many of the girls want to go to Diagon Alley?” Xander asked.
“All of them,” Rose said with amusement.
“In that case, I’ll take the globe and a small group with a portkey. We can let everyone out when it’s safe.” Myst figured that would be easier than trying to create an international portkey that could take the entire group.
Wendy nodded. “Sophia and I are going to need magic girl necklaces, I’d rather not have to deal with Death Eaters taking pop shots at us.”
Myst made a mental note to put his telepathy to use dealing with some of the darker sections of the wizarding world while he had a chance. “Not a problem, give me a few minutes to boost my mana and my knock-off ability a bit more and I’ll start making gear for all of the twins.”
Selena glanced at Xander. “How high did you boost Xander’s magic?”
“Enough that he’s going to have to work on his control, not enough to casually move planets or anything,” Myst replied cheerfully as he worked on increasing his hat’s evasion ability while he walked back toward the castle.
0o0o0
“They should be just around the corner,” Arnold Peasegood said in a whisper.
“This is a bad idea,” Nymphadora Tonks grumbled as she followed the obliviator into the dark alley. She felt a shiver go down her spine as she saw the smiling blue haired young lady in an expensive black muggle suit and fedora standing in the middle of the dark alley looking at a tin can like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “Shit.”
“Halt!” Arnold Peasegood ordered as he approached.
“Halt?” Myst turned to look at the man in robes that was pointing a wand at her then glanced at the pink haired auror. “Are you going to a costume party?”
“You’re a muggle?” Arnold asked, wanting to be sure.
“What’s a muggle?” Myst asked, not quite able to hide her grin when she noticed the female auror’s hair get a touch closer to purple. ‘Of all the gin joints in the world, I found a Tonks.’
“Someone without magic,” Arnold explained missing the fact that the girl in front of him was far too calm.
“Nope, I’ve got pixie dust!” Myst said dramatically as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a container of glitter. “It’s pixie dust, if I sprinkle it on my head, I can fly!”
“Great, the portkey addled her head,” Arnold complained.
Tonks took a step back, her instincts screaming that there was something wrong. “Let’s go, there’s obviously nothing here we need to worry about.”
“Portkey? Is that how we get to Neverland? It’s certainly a faster trip than flying.” Myst looked around while keeping her invisible floating drones watching Harry, Hermione and Rose as they made their way out of the alley while disillusioned or under cloak in Harry’s case. “Seems a bit dirty for Neverland.”
“We’re not in Neverland, we’re in London!” Arnold snapped. “And there is no such thing as magical dust that lets you fly!”
Myst smirked as she opened the container of conjured glitter and poured a small amount on her hand. “Magic dust!” She closed the container with her thumb then sprinkled the pinch of glitter over her head.
“You’re not…” Tonks trailed off as the blue haired girl floated off the ground. “Okay, that’s a neat trick.”
“See, you just have to believe!” Myst said with amusement as she hovered in place, trying not to laugh at the look of disbelief on the man’s face.
“Give me the dust,” Arnold ordered.
Myst shook her head. “Nope! It’s mine, you’ll have to ask Tinkerbell for your own pixie dust.”
“You’re in serious trouble young lady!”
“Why? Because I have pixie dust or because I picked up a tin can that took me to London? I mean that’s hardly my fault, now is it?” Myst asked as she floated back to the ground. “Besides, you don’t look like bobbies.”
“We’re aurors, with the Ministry of Magic,” Arnold said self importantly.
“What’s that in American?” Myst asked, trying not to laugh at the man.
“We’re basically cops that deal with magic,” Tonks explained.
“That still doesn’t explain why you want to steal my pixie dust,” Myst pouted.
“Muggles aren’t allowed to use magical items,” Arnold argued.
“Is that some stupid British rule that I’ve never heard of?” Myst asked as she put her glitter back in her pocket, resisting the urge to toss it at him.
“The colonies have rules as well,” Arnold snapped.
“Nope, I checked on the net. Flying dust is perfectly legal in the states,” Myst said cheerfully.
“Not according to the Ministry of Magic.”
Myst shook her head. “I’m fairly sure that I would have heard about the government getting an entirely new department to deal with magic.”
“It’s not new, we’re just hidden, where did you get the dust?” Arnold demanded.
“Unless you’re going to give me your badge number, fuck off,” Myst said as she flipped the man off.
“What?” Arnold demanded.
“I said fu-ck o-ff,” Myst said. “You’re obviously not actual law enforcement officers.” She sidestepped the stunner Arnold sent her way. “You have ten seconds to give me your badge number or I’m going to respond with deadly force to your attempt to kill,” she sidestepped the man’s next stunner, “me.”
“Screw it, Obliviate!” Arnold snapped.
Myst smirked as she figured out how to duplicate the memory alteration spell as she sidestepped the spell. “You really should consider using a gun, they’re a lot faster and harder to dodge...” she trailed off when Arnold jabbed his wand and hit her with a body bind spell. “Your ten seconds are up.”
Arnold stared at the girl she smirked and took a step toward him. “I hit you.”
“You’re right, you did which is assault with a deadly weapon…” Myst trailed off as Harry shot the auror from behind with a stunner. “Really? I was explaining how badly he’d fucked up, you couldn’t wait until I was done?”
Tonks spun to look behind her then blinked as Harry pulled his hood back and she recognized him. “Harry? What are you doing here?”
“Just a quick shopping trip,” Harry said. “I didn’t feel like dealing with the ministry and all of the paperwork.”
“You assaulted an obliviator,” Tonks complained.
Myst teleported the man’s wand to her hand then slipped it into her inventory. “Technically, he attacked me first.”
“Which won’t matter to the Ministry,” Tonks pointed out.
“I’m not terribly worried about the ministry,” Myst said as she walked over and picked up Arnold and stuffed the unconscious auror into her inventory.
Tonk stared at Myst. “What the hell!”
“He attacked me and tried to mind rape me because I refused to turn over a container of muggle glitter. I gave him a chance to prove that he was a member of law enforcement, he chose to attack me.”
“What are you going to do with him?” Tonks asked, not sure she wanted to know.
Myst shrugged. “I haven’t decided. I’m leaning toward tossing him in jail for the rest of his life.”
Tonks turned to look at Harry. “You can’t just arrest him for doing his job.”
Harry snorted. “Sure we can. I’m the apprentice of the Queen’s court wizard. Technically, I have to run it by Constantine to get the charges to stick but erasing people’s memories is a crime, punishable with up to thirty years in prison. Sure, it’s an old law that hasn’t been enforced in a couple of hundred years but it’s still on the books.”
Tonks shook her head. “The Ministry will come after you.”
“Legally there is nothing they can do, the crown never gave up the right to appoint a court wizard.”
“That’s not going to stop them,” Tonks pointed out, thinking about Fudge and his cronies.
“Let’s assume Fudge takes it as a point of pride and sends aurors after me,” Myst cut in. “Do you think the rest of the aurors will do any better than your partner?”
“Some of them might,” Tonk argued weakly.
“Maybe yes, probably no.” Myst shrugged. “Here’s the thing, you have a description, blue hair, female and cute, do you really think that’s enough to figure out my name or where to find me?”
“Especially considering polyjuice exists,” Harry added helpfully.
“Not to mention wards against owls,” Myst added cheerfully.
“This is going to look bad on my report,” Tonks complained.
“Not really, all you have to do is say that you showed up and your partner obliviated a muggle who had found a portkey then apparated away once the job was done,” Harry suggested. “The fact that he never made it to the ministry to turn in the portkey is hardly your fault.”
“Fine, legally I can’t really stop you even if the ministry won’t see it that way. Can I at least tell the Order that I saw you?” Tonks asked, knowing that Sirius would want to see Harry.
“I was planning on visiting Sirius once I finished shopping so I don’t care if you tell them. Of course, plans change, I might need someone around to keep me honest,” Harry teased.
“What do I get out of it?” Tonks asked as she glanced between Harry and the girl with blue hair.
“I’ll spring for pie,” Harry offered.
“Are you trying to bribe me?” Tonks asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No, I’m trying to get a date, is it working?” Harry asked with amusement.
Tonks flashed back to Remus’s protests about her being too young and about him being a werewolf and decided to hell with it. “I could eat.”
“Great, let’s go before the rest of the team gets into trouble,” Myst said as she headed for the street.
0o0o0
Tonks raised her eyebrows as Myst summoned yet another cupcake only to make it vanish after a couple of seconds. “What’s the deal with the cupcakes?”
“I’m creating magic cupcakes of youth,” Myst teased as he created another cupcake with Tonks’ name written in pink frosting.
Harry shook his head when Tonks looked at him. “Don’t look at me, I’ve given up trying to figure out how her magic works.”
“Where did you meet?” Tonks asked then worked on eating the last of her pie.
“Through Constantine.” Harry grinned as he thought about his mentor’s strange collection of acquaintances that he’d met over the last month. He hesitated to call them friends because generally a friend showing up didn’t usually get people to shout, ‘Oh god, not you!’ and slam the door in your face. “He has some interesting acquaintances.”
“That’s one way to put it.” Myst focused on the knock-off cupcake in her inventory that was a knock-off of her immortality cupcake and poured magic into the cupcake she’d just conjured. She smirked when she looked at the new cupcake and saw that it could set someone’s age to the equivalent of forty nine and slowed their future aging by a factor of ten. “Good enough,” she muttered as she put the cupcake in her inventory.
“Good enough?” Tonks asked.
Myst conjured a cupcake that said, ‘I love pussies!’ with half a dozen frosted cats scattered around the top. “Yep.” She slid the cupcake over to Harry. “Don’t worry, it’s safe.”
“Safe, safe? Or Weasley Twins safe?” Harry asked warily as he looked at the cupcake.
“You might be a touch paranoid,” Myst said with amusement as she unwrapped the cupcake.
“Now that we’ve had pie, do you want to explain what you’ve been up to lately?” Tonks asked hopefully.
Harry glanced around at the various wizarding folk walking by then looked over at Myst. “Do you want to see a creepy old wizarding house?”
“That’s probably safer than sticking around, the girls might recruit us to carry their bags and Agent H and Z were hitting the used bookstores with a nearly unlimited budget thanks to the rupees.” Myst took a bite out of the cupcake and sent a telepathic message to Hermione, ‘Harry and I are going to talk to Sirius, have fun storming the bookstores.’
‘Thanks for the heads up. I’ll make sure we grab the vanishing cabinet and samples of random useful magical items including wizarding sweets,’ Hermione assured him.
“Yeah, when you put it like that, let’s go.” Harry turned to look at Tonks. “Do you want to side along with Myst? I can apparate well enough, but I haven’t practiced taking people with me yet.”
“You realize that I’m an auror, right?” Tonks teased.
“Only until we talk you into jumping ship,” Myst said as she stood up and held out her hand toward Tonks. “Be gentle, it’s my first time.”
Tonks laughed as she got to her feet and grabbed Myst’s hand. “That was horrible.”
“I try,” Myst replied with amusement then twitched as it felt like she was being forced through a tight rubber tube. Thankfully it was over before she could lash out with magic or do anything equally as drastic and stupid. She twitched as she found herself in an entrance hall of an old fashioned home. “You take me to the nicest places.”
“Mudbloods!” Mrs. Black’s painting shouted.
Harry appeared with a pop next to Tonks. “I’d like one decent form of instant magical travel that doesn’t suck,” he complained as he glared at the portrait of Sirius’s mother. “Shut it!”
“Blood traitors in my house! Kreacher!” Mrs Black shouted.
Kreacher appeared with a pop. “Would Mistress like me to remove them?”
“You will do no such thing,” Sirius snapped as he walked into the entrance hall with his wand in one hand and a book in the other.
“Master has no sense of humor,” Kreacher grumbled under his breath.
Myst gestured at the painting. “Do you want me to get rid of the ranting bitch?”
“Sure, I’ve tried every counterspell I can think of,” Sirius complained.
Myst teleported Mrs. Black’s portrait off the wall, leaving part of the frame that refused to teleport with the rest of it. “Huh, sorry about the frame.”
Sirius’s gaze bounced back and forth between the ruined frame stuck to the wall and the portrait that the young lady was holding. “I could kiss you.”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Myst replied as she shifted back to his normal humanoid slime appearance in a shower of sparkles.
Tonks blinked. “That’s different.”
Sirius turned to look at Harry. “Nice to see you, who is your friend and come to think of it, what is your friend?”
“Myst, this is my godfather Sirius Black,” Harry said rather amused at the situation and ignoring the question about Myst’s species.
“Do you mind if I keep the portrait?” Myst asked. “I want to run some destructive magical tests on a portrait and I need one that no one cares about.”
“I will cut you!” Kreacher snapped.
Sirius looked at Keacher. “If you want her portrait, I want the house cleaned from top to bottom in twenty minutes.”
“Master can’t take a joke,” Kreacher muttered then vanished to start cleaning, relieved that he’d been ordered to clean the place as Mrs. Black had ordered him to let the place go to ruin without her.
“Get back here!” Mrs. Black ordered.
Myst snorted and stuffed the portrait into his inventory. “Don’t worry, I can retrieve her any time you want, she was just giving me a headache.”
Sirius shook his head. “You’re welcome to keep her if Kreacher can’t clean the entire place in twenty minutes.” He turned to look at Harry. “What brings you by?”
“Myst wanted to buy a vanishing cabinet and a few other useful trinkets and the girls wanted to raid the bookshops,” Harry explained as Remus walked in. “We also wanted to drop off a magical necklace for Remus that should fix his furry issues.”
“It’s not that easy, Harry,” Remus said, thinking of all the ‘cures’ he’d been tricked into trying over the years.
Harry changed into his hound form and stuck his tongue out at Remus then changed back. “Are you sure?”
Myst pulled the Fianna necklace out of his inventory then put it on, changing into a large hound with green eyes.
Tonks rubbed her face. “You’re animagi?”
Myst changed back and took the necklace off. “I’m not actually a wizard, so I can’t be an animagus, I’m just a shape changer.”
Harry changed back and smirked at Remus. “It should burn the disease out of your body and leave you with a hound form.”
Myst tossed the necklace to Remus. “Don’t worry, we’re not joking.”
Remus put the necklace on. “How does it work?”
“Just will yourself to change,” Myst said, ready to toss up a cage of light around Remus if he changed into a murderous beast or something equally dangerous.
Sirius smiled as Remus changed into a large green eyed hound, overjoyed that his friend may actually have been cured. “Where did you find that?”
“Magic,” Myst replied with amusement.
Harry snickered as Remus examined his paws then changed back. “That’s your answer for everything.”
“Most of my abilities are magic,” Myst replied with amusement.
“How?” Remus asked, still a bit shocked that they’d found something that could break his curse. He carefully poked a silver candelabra on an end table to see if he was still allergic to silver and smiled as nothing occured.
“I thought we just covered this, magic,” Myst replied with amusement as he looked at Remus with his upgrade ability. “The curse is gone, other than a tendency to want to chase cars and eat meat on the full moon you should be fine.”
“I’m fairly sure he’s joking about chasing cars,” Harry said.
“I wouldn’t be surprised and either way, it’s fun,” Sirius joked reflexively, still a little in shock from seeing his friend cured.
Tonks shook her head. “Does that work for anyone that uses it?”
“I’d avoid letting Sirius use it and I doubt it would work on anyone that revels in their curse, but yeah, pretty much anyone with magic,” Myst assured them.
“Why can’t Sirius use it? Azkaban?” Tonks guessed.
“Nah, the hound replaces your animagus form which means that it would overwrite his current dog form. I guess he could upgrade to the hound if he wanted,” Myst explained as he glanced around the entrance hall. “I’m surprised you haven’t stripped the wallpaper and some of the horrible decorations.”
“I didn’t feel like wasting the time or coin,” Sirius said, not really giving a damn about his mother’s house as it was just a place to lie low until his legal problems were resolved and he could torch it.
Remus took the necklace off. “Can I borrow this? I have some friends that would give their right arm for a cure.”
“It’s a relic to a moon goddess, make sure everyone tosses a prayer her way and I’m sure things will work out,” Myst suggested, not terribly surprised when Remus quickly put it back on and tucked in his shirt.
“Now that we’re not in Diagon Alley, what have you been up to?” Tonks asked. “Besides curing lycanthropy and other normal Harry Potter, let’s do the impossible things.”
“A bit of this, a bit of that,” Harry teased. “Mostly killing demons and putting down malevolent ghosts when I haven’t been learning magic.”
“Harry my boy, it’s good to see you,” Albus said as he came out of the kitchen. “Did I overhear things right, did you actually discover a cure for lycanthropy?”
“We found a relic that can cure it, but not something we can mass produce,” Harry replied. “Any luck getting Sirius a trial?”
“I’m working on it,” Albus assured Harry as he studied the humanoid slime wearing a rather nice muggle suit and a fedora. “Fudge has been stubborn and I’m trying to find a replacement Defense teacher before school starts, which takes time.”
“So what you’re saying is, there isn’t enough time in the day?” Harry asked, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“Sadly, there is not,” Albus replied, missing the mischief in Harry’s eyes. “If I don’t find a suitable teacher, we’ll be stuck with Dolores Umbridge, that unpleasant women from your trial. I’m also trying to get your sentence revoked, but having limited success, thanks to Fudge digging his heels in.”
“In that case, I can help you out with both problems,” Harry said as he gestured and created a female twin of the headmaster. “One Defense teacher.” He quickly cast the spell again, creating a male twin this time. “And someone to worry about Hogwarts while you deal with Fudge and his cronies.”
Sirius stared at the extra Dumbledores then back to Harry, wondering what exactly he’d just done.
“Perfect copies, free will and magic,” Myst offered cheerfully.
The female Dumbledore turned to look at Harry. “How long will this last?” She borrowed Albus’ wand and conjured herself a simple black robe with lime green trim.
“You’re alive, congratulations,” Harry said cheerfully. “You can be the new Defense teacher and the other two Dumbledores can harass the Ministry or take care of Hogwarts as needed without splitting time between the two.”
“Where did you learn that spell?” Dumbledore asked, more than a little shocked that Harry had managed to permanently duplicate him.
Harry grinned. “I’d claim Hogwarts, but you’d probably tear the library apart looking for a spell that doesn’t exist, so I’ll just blame it on Constantine.”
“Have you properly tested the spell?” Albus asked.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve tested the twin spell and you were complaining about not having enough time. Now you’ll have plenty of time to deal with the Wizarding world.”
“What do you mean deal with it?” Remus asked.
Harry sighed. “With the way the world is changing, the wizarding world has maybe five to ten years before they’re either exposed or they annoy someone with enough power to burn the wizarding world to ash. I’ve personally met at least a dozen people that could easily completely obliterate the entire wizarding world in less than a week and that is if they’re being lazy.”
“Seriously?” Remus asked. “Shut up, Sirius,” he said reflexively before the other man could speak, making him pout briefly.
“Several could burn it to ash from orbit, several could kill every single pureblood by getting blood from less than twenty people then casting a spell to cause all of those in that bloodline to ignite as if their veins were filled with petrol. Constantine torched Voldemort by finding a sliver of his soul. It took less than an hour and was maybe five sickles in reagents. The spell to burn bloodlines isn’t all that much more expensive from what he’s told me.”
Remus shook his head. “You’re talking about thousands of people.”
Harry shook his head. “I’m not saying I’d cast a bloodline curse, but I know of people that wouldn’t think twice about using that type of ritual if someone they love were mind wiped or killed by the wizarding world.”
“To say nothing of pissing off a villain that can teleport explosives into Diagon Alley or villains that can casually mind control people at range,” Myst added helpfully.
“Isn’t that a good reason to stay hidden?” Tonks asked warily.
“Considering the number of idiots in the wizarding world? Probably, but the way your world stays hidden has to change. You have no right to obliviate people that learn about the wizarding world and someone is going to eventually call you on it.”
Sirius shook his head. “Good luck convincing the ministry of that.”
“To hell with that, I don’t live in Britain,” Myst replied with amusement as he created a copy of the cupcake with Tonks’ name on it.
“Conjured food isn’t all that healthy,” Remus noted.
“Gamp’s law really only applies to wand users.” Myst looked at the cupcake with his upgrade ability then spent 1250 mana to boost the cupcake so that it set a person’s age at twenty four rather than forty nine.
Tonks giggled as she felt a gentle wind tickle her ears and neck. “What was that?”
“Excess magic, it happens when I use one of my abilities.” Myst copied the cupcake and checked to make sure it was perfect. “Here, this should fix the wrinkles.” He tossed the cupcake to the female Dumbledore.
“Don’t worry, the cupcake is perfectly safe,” Harry assured Dumbledore’s twin.
“What do you think Albus?” the female Dumbledore asked, curious if her brother’s enchanted glasses were still working.
“Why did you enchant a cupcake?” Albus asked, surprised that someone had taken the time to enchant the cupcake rather than charm it since it was meant to be eaten.
“Charming them wouldn’t achieve the same results,” Myst replied. “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe, it reduces your age and slows your aging process moving forward.”
The female twin shrugged then unwrapped the cupcake, finding she would prefer to be a bit younger and more attractive, something she hadn’t worried about as a male.
Sirius blinked as the female Dumbledore went from being an elderly woman to an attractive woman in her early twenties that he wouldn’t mind shagging. “How long will that last?”
“She’s twenty four, she’ll grow old and die eventually, but that should give her enough stamina to teach Defense.”
Albus’s twin glanced between Albus and his sister then looked at Myst. “How many of those do you have?” he inquired hopefully, the weight of years not having lessened even as the threats he had been preparing for had.
Myst copied the cupcake then tossed one to Albus’ twin. “Enough for everyone of the staff at Hogwarts other than Snape.”
“Let me guess, Harry has been telling stories?” Tonks asked with amusement as Albus’ twin ate the cupcake.
“I’m not a fan of teachers that refuse to teach. Snape has the knowledge and the skills required, so he has no excuse,” Myst replied.
Tonks grinned at the twenty four year old looking Albus. “You’ll probably have to trim the beard.”
The younger Albus looked down at his long red beard. “Sadly.”
“You could live forever if you ate enough cupcakes, couldn’t you?” Sirius asked as he glanced between the various Dumbledores.
Myst shrugged. “Forever is a long time, but sure, you could live a long time by eating magical cupcakes. Of course, if someone wanted to live forever they could also look into alchemy and create a Philosopher's stone or research a spell to halt their aging.”
“Life extension is merely delaying your death,” Harry said, knowing Death didn’t really care if people used magic to increase their life spans, she just got annoyed when you attempted to cheat her post mortem.
“Defense should be interesting,” Albus’s sister mused. “We’ll need better books than the drivel Umbridge wanted.”
“We’ll be cutting it close,” Albus muttered, stroking his long white beard thoughtfully, much to the younger Albus’ annoyance as his was soon to meet its end.
“We could always just duplicate some out of print books, just about anything would be better than the shite she wanted to teach,” Albus’ twin mused.
“You could always move Snape to Defense and teach Potions or maybe have him teach advanced potions and Dueling,” Myst suggested.
Albus shook his head. “Fudge would explode if we tried to teach dueling right now.”
“Not if you approach it from a cultural standpoint,” Remus suggested. “I received a decent number of letters complaining about the lack of dueling when I was teaching Defense, mostly from the purebloods.”
Myst looked at Sirius. “Do you have something I can stick the cupcakes in?”
Sirius pulled his wand out and conjured a basket. “That should work.”
“Thanks, let’s see, should I enchant each of the cupcakes with an enchant that would make it poison to someone who once had a dark mark or can I trust you not to give him one?” Myst asked as he accepted the basket.
“I’d rather not risk the spells combining in odd ways, you can trust that I won’t give Snape any cupcakes,” Albus assured him after finishing his own cupcake.
“I’ll make sure to tell him that they came from a friend of Harry’s, like Neville,” the female Dumbledore suggested.
Myst laughed as he imagined the look of horror on Snape’s face. “In that case, I’ll include an extra so he can study it. He might be able to come up with something beneficial from the experience,” he said cheerfully as he worked on filling the bottom of the basket with enchanted cupcakes.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you knew him,” Tonks teased, rather amused that someone was calling Snape on his shit.
Harry smiled at Tonks. “The sad part is, I didn’t even have to exaggerate considering the number of times he’s messed with my grade and took points for trivial shit.”
“He needed you to hate him, your mind was wide open,” Albus reminded him, but made no other comment, knowing that Harry’s distaste for his friend was honestly acquired.
Myst handed the basket to Albus. “Best of luck repairing the school.”
“Thank you, now if you’ll excuse us, I need to have a staff meeting and pass out cupcakes,” Albus said as he turned and headed into the kitchen with a spring in his step.
“On that note, I should go talk to the other werewolves,” Remus said excited at the idea of sharing the cure. “If we can cure them, there will be nothing Malfoy can hold over them to make them work for him.”
“Or you could…” Tonks trailed off as Remus turned and left, heading to the kitchen. ‘Yeah, fuck it, that ship has sailed.’ She turned to look at Myst and Harry. “So, is there any way I can get a sister?” she asked half joking.
“Sure.” Harry waved his hand and silently cast the twin spell, creating another Tonks.
The second version of Tonks blinked as she realized she was the twin she had requested. “I’m going to have to grab some clothes, it’s a bit chilly out today.”
Tonks shook her head, realizing she had literally asked for this and wasn’t sure how she was going to explain this to her parents. ‘Bah, I’ll just claim magical accident.’
“Clothes are completely overrated,” Myst assured her as he pulled the hat box out of his inventory then reached in and pulled out a sheer green sundress. “Hmm, not quite right.” He held the box out for her. “You try, just think about what you want to wear and grab it, basic colors only.”
Tonks pulled a tiny black cocktail dress out of the hat box. “How long do they last?”
“They’re permanent.” Myst glanced between Albus’ twins. “You’re welcome to grab some spare clothes as well.”
“Thank you,” Albus’ male twin said with relief. “Albus has a number of extra robes he uses to torture the wizarding world, but none of them are anything I want to wear in public.”
“Aren’t you his twin? Shouldn’t you have the same taste?” Tonk’s twin asked in confusion.
“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Albus’s twin brother said. “Albus isn’t colorblind or insane. It started off innocently enough, a dash of purple, an outlandish hat, he was trying to see if someone called him on his horrible fashion sense, but no one ever did.”
“Eventually he got a bit carried away. Either way, I’m not Albus anymore and I don’t look like an old man known for dueling dark wizards. Speaking of which I should probably pick a name, Aurora?” the female Dumbledore asked.
“It rolls off the tongue and won’t cause Aberforth to go ballistic,” the other twin said thoughtfully. “In that case, call me Gandalf.”
She shook her head. “Try again.”
“Brian?” he asked thoughtfully.
“That or Percival and you’re not exactly a knight,” she said.
“You can call me Natalie,” Tonks said with a grin, happy to finally get a normal name.
Myst grinned at Natalie. “Natalie Tonks has a nice ring to it.”
‘Remus is a damned idiot,’ Siruus thought as he pulled his attention off his cousin’s rather cute behind. “Do you have any other earth shattering surprises?”
“You mean like a twin sister?” Harry asked with amusement.
“Yeah,” Sirius said thoughtfully, “if I knew that spell I’d make myself a twin sister to plow as well.”
“Hey, it wasn’t just because of that…” he trailed off and shrugged, “yeah, okay that was the main reason at the time since we thought it was a temporary spell.”
Sirius laughed and Harry simply raised his wand with an evil grin.
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