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On the Other Side by inkboltz_13
Chapter 2 : The Other Side
 
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The Other Side


The sun was streaming in through a gap in the curtains on my four poster bed, effectively jarring me out of my unconscious state. Grumbling, I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head to escape the devil rays. I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a familiar scent. But what was Amortentia doing in my bed? I was torn between curiosity and my desire to sleep, but my inquisitiveness won out in the end. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, stuck my head out from under the covers and through the curtains, only to find that I was not where I expected to be. No, I was in the sixth year Gryffindor boy’s dormitory- I could tell from the mountains of dirty clothes on the floor. With a stifled gasped I quickly scrambled back into the bed and drew the curtains closed tighter. Looking down at my lovely ensemble I suddenly remembered last night’s events and groaned. Potter hadn’t magically gotten up the girls staircase, the lazy git had just taken me up to his dorm. Feeling slightly murderous, I carefully peaked my head out of the curtains again, checked to make sure all of the other beds were either unoccupied or closed up, then looked around for the boy responsible for all of this, unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen.

Had any other girl woken up to find themselves in James Potter’s bed, they probably would have swooned or something. I however, was furious. I had horrible images swimming through my head of him trying to cuddle up against me in my unconscious state or something equally perverted, if not worse. Trying to control my temper, I decided that my best chance at escape would be to run for it before Potter came back from wherever it was that he went. Slowly and silently, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling above the floor, and then stepped down. Unfortunately, I did not land on the floor. Instead I landed on the missing James Potter, who had apparently been asleep on the floor the entire time. Oops.

“What the hell?!” he cried out in pain. Apparently I didn’t land on a very good place. I scrambled off of him as he curled into a little ball, then sprinted for the door before his bunk mates could wake up. Thanking Merlin that no one was in the common room to see me running frantically from the boy’s dormitory nothing but a pair of robes nearly three times my size, I flew down the stairs then back up to my dorm. I closed the door behind me as carefully as possible and flinched at the loud sound of the squeaky hinges, but no one seemed to notice. Sighing in relief, I wandered over to my bed, pulled the curtains back, and flopped face first onto the mattress.

What was I going to do? Of all people to find out, it just had to be Potter. Potter, who would gladly jump at the chance to blackmail me, now had this terrible piece of information to hold over me. But even he wouldn’t sink that low, would he? Well, based on part performances, yes, yes he would. Groaning, I prayed to Merlin that Remus was at least somewhat right and that Potter wasn’t the most horrible person on earth. I had very little hope.

“So, would you like to explain where you were all night?” A voice suddenly came from behind me and I whipped around to find Codie staring down at me with her arms crossed and a look of disapproval on her face. Even though I was mortified, I never failed to notice how different Codie was in private. In front of most other people she was quiet and shy, but with me she was loud, funny, crazy, bold, opinionated, and, well, rather nosey. “And why exactly are you wearing those robes?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” I groaned glaring down that the traitorous robes.

“Do you really understand what exactly it does look like?” Codie asked, her eyebrows raised as she looked down at me condescendingly.

“I’m not some innocent little priss, Codie. I know it looks like I had a one night stand or something with Potter but-” I grumbled, the words tasting like dirt in my mouth before Codie jumped in.

“ Wait, Potter?! Those are Potter’s robes?!” she cried, looking down at me in disgust. “What the hell Lily!” I cringed under her look of revulsion, but understood her reaction. The thing is, Codie had known Potter her whole life; they were cousins- not that she’d very willingly admit it. And though she refused to give me any details, I’d gathered that it had something to with a terrible prank that he had pulled on her when they were little. It must have been something entirely unforgivable because I never knew that it was possible to feel hatred stronger than mine. But our shared loathing of Potter is what we bonded over and how we became best friends, so I suppose it all worked out for the best.

“I told you! It’s not what it looks like!” I shouted defensively, and then looked around quickly to make sure I hadn’t woken any of the other girls up.

“Well tell me what did happen then,” she said crossly, plopping down onto my bed next to me and glaring. Sighing, I told her everything, about how I jumped in the lake, how Potter pulled me out, how he found out about my parents, and how I woke up in his bed that morning. Codie’s glare had softened and when I was finished she pulled me into a hug. “Oh, Lily. I’m so sorry,” she sighed as I rested my chin on her shoulder. I didn’t cry though, which was either a breakthrough or just the fact that I was entirely out of tears.

“What am I going to do, Codie?” I groaned, flopping onto my back.

“Well, you should probably change before anyone else sees you in those,” she nodded towards the robes that I was swimming in. I nodded, got up, and headed over to the wardrobe before a thought struck me.

“My clothes!” I cried, spinning around.

“Yes, your clothes are in there,” Codie nodded slowly, eyeing me uncertainly.

“No! My clothes from last night! Potter must have them!” I hissed, furious as I began to imagine the perverted creep fondling my sweater.

“Ew,” Codie commented and I threw her a harsh glare. “We’ll, at least he hasn’t got you’re knickers.”

“No, but he has my entire uniform! My skirt, my blouse, my robes, my- MY WAND!” I exploded as I realized I had left it in my pocket. “That bastard has my wand, Codie!” I screamed again before storming past her and towards the door.

“Lily, wait,” she said, grabbing my arm to stop me. “Why don’t you get dressed first? Then you can go kick the shit out of Jimmy.” I grumbled at her logical suggestion, but could help but smirk at the ridiculous nickname that he hated so much. So, after a quick shower and I had changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater, Codie and I set out. We walked through the corridors and down to the Great Hall where we assumed the incessantly-eating-Marauders would be. I tried to devise a plan of how I would get my wand back without actually having my wand, but I was coming up blank. It wasn’t as if I could do any physical harm without it, and it seemed as though my insults didn’t really affect him much anymore. I ran out of time to come up with something however, as we entered the Great Hall and my eyes narrowed in on him and the other Marauders, shovelling food into their mouths. I scoffed with disgust before Codie and I continued on our way towards them. Potter was the first one to spot us and his hand immediately jumped to his hair. Glaring, I walked straight up to him with my hands on my hips and he attempted to flash me a charming smile. I rolled my eyes and watched as his slid from me to Codie, who was standing beside me. I smirked as his face fell and twisted into a look of aversion.

“We’ll, if it isn’t my favourite girl,” He said, looking back at me with a crooked smile and I scowled. “Oh, and look, you brought the lizard with you,” he turned to Codie with a sneer.

“Lizard?” I whispered to her, my eyebrows raised in curiosity, but she ignored me and threw her cousin a nasty look.

“Look Jimmy,” she spat bitterly and he flinched, his sneer turning into a scowl, “just shut up for once in your life and listen to Lily.”

“My pleasure,” he turned back to me, grinning expectantly.

“Give me my stuff back, Potter,” I growled, crossing my arms.

“Why, I’m afraid I have no idea what you are talking about, Lily dear,” he replied innocently and my hands balled into fists on their own accord.

“Give me my wand, Potter!” I yelled, stamping my foot in frustration. If I hadn’t been wandless he would have been leg locked and fighting off a bat-bogey hex. I was furious. The bastard knew everything and was still being an enormous arse to me. I thought I saw a flash of something behind his glasses, hesitance or regret maybe, but it was gone in a second.

“No can do, Evans,” he shrugged, dropping the innocent act and I nearly shrieked in rage.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said slowly, trying to control my temper, “you can keep my clothes, I don’t even care. Just give back my wand!”

“Hmm, tempting offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline,” he replied with another smile and that was the last straw. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt collar and roughly yanked him forward, satisfied to see his eyes widen in surprise and to hear him choke a little.

“Give me my wand back now, Potter, or I swear, I’ll curse you into the next dimension,” I hissed, my voice dangerously low.

“I’d like to see you try, Evans,” he rasped, trying to wrench is tie out of my hand, but I wasn’t letting go. Never before had I ever felt so much rage; I honestly couldn’t see straight. One second I was watching Potter’s eyes pop out of his head and the next it was like everything was spinning rapidly. I gasped, and lost my grip on his tie, only to latch onto his arm instead, to catch my balance as I stumbled backwards. I tried to steady myself but a sudden anguish tore through me. I had never imagined anything could be so painful, it was as if my body was being torn apart from all directions. I could not control the screams that were ripped from me, and judging by the roars of agony from Potter, he was suffering from the same affliction. I could think of nothing but the pain, and just when I thought there was no possible way I could take another second of it, it stopped all together. I collapsed onto the floor and heard Potter land with a thud beside me. He was panting heavily and I’m pretty sure I was crying, but now that the pain had subsided I was able to think a little more clearly. What the hell had just happened? I’d read nearly every book in the Hogwarts library and never had I come across something like it. I was abruptly distracted by a groan from beside me and I begrudgingly pried my eyes open. I turned my head to see Potter struggling to get to his feet, his arms shaking with the effort of supporting himself. When he finally managed to stand he had to lean against a nearby bedpost to stay upright. Wait- bedpost?

“Where are we?” I croaked, shielding my eyes from the bright light as I took in my surroundings and weakly tried to push myself up into a sitting position.

“I think we’re back in my dormitory,” Potter replied shakily, looking around in confusion before his eyes landed on me. “What did you do?” he asked in a low, awestruck voice, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

“I don’t remember doinganything!” I cried defensively, finally succeeding in sitting up. I had forgotten all about being furious with him, now I was just confused and worried. “I can’t think how I could I have possibly transported us back here. It’s impossible to apparate within school grounds,” I said, shaking my head, finding it absolutely infuriating that I was incapable of finding a reasonable solution. “You don’t think we somehow went back in time or something, do you?” I muttered wildly, more to myself than to Potter.

“No,” he shook his head definitively. “Well not to this morning anyway, if that’s what you mean. If we had, we’d see me sleeping on the floor over there,” he explained, nodding towards the bed that I had woken up in just a few hours before. It was so strange seeing him that way: focused, logical, serious, while I just sat there like a clueless idiot, letting the panic rise up inside of me.

“What the hell was that then?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I recalled the pain of whatever it was that had just happened. “And how did we get up here?”

“I don’t know!” Potter exclaimed in frustration, running a hand through his chaotic hair, and then began pacing back and forth. I watched in silence for a few seconds before standing up and crossing my arms.

“This is ridiculous,” I proclaimed, suddenly getting over my shock and rolling my eyes. “We can’t just sit here and panic. Why don’t we just go find the others and ask them what happened?”

“Yeah, okay,” he murmured distractedly clearly still thinking hard. I shook my head and lead the way out the door. We made our way down to the common room and I was relieved to see Codie sitting in one of the chairs by the fire.

“Codie! Thank Merlin!” I cried, rushing over to her. “What the hell just happened?!” I asked frantically, only to have her stare up at me with a look of complete and utter shock on his face.

“I-what?” she asked timidly, sounding terribly confused.

“Potter and I- we just- don’t you remember? You were right there!” I spluttered, looking over at Potter for assistance, but he seemed to be absorbed in his own thoughts.

“Lily, I’m sorry, but I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” Codie shook her head apologetically before glancing at her watch. “I’m afraid I have to go, I’m late for rounds. Sorry I couldn’t help.”

“Wait, what? What rounds?” I asked, completely mystified by this entire scenario.

“Prefect rounds...” she replied, eyeing me uncertainly. “I’m a prefect, Lily. I know were not exactly close, but I thought you at least knew that.”

“What? Of course we’re close!” I cried, looking back at Potter in panic and he finally seemed to be paying attention.

“Er, okay, if you say so,” Codie said slowly, carefully edging away from me. “But I really need to go so...” she said before turning and making a beeline for the portrait hole.

“Codie! Wait!” I yelled, trying not to sound hysterical.

“I’m sorry, I have to go!” she called back over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

“What is going on?!” I cried, burying my face in my hands and falling faintly into the chair that my apparent amnesiac best friend had just vacated. “She was acting like she hardly knew me!” I looked desperately up at Potter for an explanation, but he looked just as frustrated and confused as ever. I groaned, flopping back against the chair and squeezing my eyes shut, trying to think. My thoughts were interrupted however, by a sudden, loud voice.

“Oi, Lovebirds,” Sirius Black called out obnoxiously from across the common room before strutting over to us. I threw Potter another anxious look and he nodded slightly in my direction before turning to Black.

“Hey, Padfoot,” he said, acting as though nothing was wrong, but glancing over at me nervously. Black patted him on the back before sauntering over to me, yanking me up out of my seat and wrapping his arm around my waist. I threw a panicked look at Potter before suddenly feeling Black press his lips to me cheek.

“What are you doing?” I cried, pushing him away and staring at him in disgust while whipping my cheek furiously. Potter was starring at his best mate with his mouth hanging open and fists clenched furiously. Black looked back and forth between us with hands up in an innocent gesture.

“Merlin, calm down,” he said, rolling his eyes, and then smirking. “I’ve already apologized for walking in on you guys this morning.” My jaw dropped, as Potter’s dropped further, but I assumed that it was not because he was furious, like I was, as his fists immediately unclenched.
Excuse me?” I glared daggers at him. What was this filth he was spoke of?

“I still say it wasn’t my fault,” he continued, not the least bit phased by my anger or Potter’s slack-jawed state. “You should at least have the decency to put a tie on the door or something...”

“You-I-What?!” I spluttered, throwing my arms up in disbelief while he looked down at me in amusement before turning back to Potter, who had finally managed to close his mouth and was now smirking smugly at me- repulsive git.

“Oh, Prongs,” Black said, shaking his head and casually throwing his arm over Potter’s shoulder. “Was our dear Lily unaware that we’ve all known about you two shagging for quite a while now?” I had to fight to keep the vomit down as Black confirmed my worst fears and Potter’s face broke into the widest grin I’ve ever seen. I was about to explode from a mixture of rage, repulsion, and complete and utter mystification when Potter suddenly snaked his arm around his waist and pulled me over so that I was pressed up against him. I swear, I thought my eyes were going to burn a hole straight through his head and I opened my mouth to scream at him, only to discover that I couldn’t. The goddamn bastard had putting a silencing charm on me.

“Well, you know how shy she is,” he said to Black, smiling condescendingly down at me in a way that he might have thought was endearing. I, however, wanted the punch that endearing face of his so hard that all of his perfect pearly whites fell out. Why was he acting like this? Had he forgotten that something was horribly wrong? I was going to kill him.

“Oh, yeah, she’s a shy one,” Black snorted sarcastically, eyeing me suspiciously as though he could read my mind. Or perhaps he was just confused by my behaviour, which was clearly not what he expected. “Wait a minute,” he said abruptly, his eyes growing wide as he suddenly concluded something, “you two had another fight, didn’t you?”

“What, us? A fight? Of course not!” Potter said quickly, squeezing me again so that I was pressed more tightly against him. “We love each other, isn’t that right, Lils?” he said, turning back down to me. I just glared at him in furious silence.

“Aw, come on, little Lily, kiss and make up,” Black said, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging me encouragingly. I clenched my jaw and glowered in his direction, but my line of vision was interrupted when suddenly Potter’s lips were on mine and my eyelids fluttered shut on their own accord. Everything I was thinking, hell, everything I had ever thought, disappeared immediately and all I seemed to care about was making that moment last for as long as possible. I had never been kissed like that before, I couldn’t control myself. My hands found their way up his strong, sculpted torso, and came to wrap around his neck, then buried themselves in his surprisingly soft hair. I’m not entirely sure what would have happened if Sirius hadn’t broken us up.

“Alright, alright, enough already!” he hollered, grabbing Potter’s arm and yanking him backwards, pulling us apart. At first I was disgruntled, then immediately after I was mortified. Had I seriously just done that? One look at Potter’s dazed face confirmed it. I would never live this down. “You two are disgusting.”

“Just doing what you told us two, Padfoot,” Potter shrugged, smirking lazily at his friend while I recounted what had just happened in complete horror.

“There’s a difference between the sweet little makeup kiss that I requested and that positively corruptive display you just put on. Now please excuse me while I go throw up,” Black retorted before stomping up the boy staircase dramatically.

“Well, at least we know that he’s not any different,” Potter snorted after him before I launched myself at him and began punching him as hard as I could. “Hey!” he cried, falling back onto the couch behind him and putting his arms up in defence. “Stop it, Evans!” He yelled, reaching out and snatching my wrists with an iron grip that I couldn’t escape. I glared daggers at him and he finally seemed to remember the seriousness of the situation. Without a word, he stood up and, still holding my wrists, led me straight out of the portrait hole and down the corridor. I followed him in a stony silence. What else could I do? He hadn’t removed the charm yet. I watched in irritation and confusion as he abruptly stopped, then paced back and forth a few times. Just as I was about to try and pull away again, a door slowly began to appear on the wall. Potter grabbed the handle, pushed the door open then darted inside, dragging me in behind him. I looked around in awe, my rage temporarily forgotten. The room itself was nothing special; it seemed to be just a smaller version of the common room, complete with a sofa, two squishy red arm chairs, and a fire place on the wall opposite the door. What astounded me, however, was the fact that it was there at all. I had never seen, or even heard of such a place through all of my years at Hogwarts. Potter, however clearly found this room to be nothing special he immediately shut the door tightly behind us, then took out his wand and pointed it in my direction.

“Now, I’m only going to take the charm off if you promise to calm down and don’t mention anything that just happened, I’ll explain after I think some things through. No yelling and no more punching or I swear, you will notbe getting this back,” he said before slowly pulling my wand out of his back pocket with his free hand. I made a grab for it, but he was too quick for me and held it up, out of my reach. I glared at him, contemplated his strange requests for a moment, then nodded stiffly and stepped back. “Thank you,” he said, then waved his wand and I felt the slight heaviness in my throat disappear. “Now, let’s think about this.”

“Can I have my wand back now?” I interrupted bitterly through my clenched teeth.

“Not until we figure out what’s going on,” he dismissed me and I immediately flared up.

“But you said-” I cried in outrage but now he interrupted me.
“All I said is that you wouldn’t get it back if you didn’t calm down,” he cut me off with a stern look and I glared, but clamped my mouth shut again and fell back into one of the armchairs. “What is this place?” I mumbled, looking around again.

“The room of requirement,” he replied distractedly. “Now be quiet, I’m thinking.” I scoffed, then crossed my arms, grumbling. I watched through narrowed eyes as he began pacing back and forth across the small room and started ruffling up his hair again. I couldn’t help but remember how soft that hair had been and momentarily felt myself melt a little before he snapped me out of it by abruptly spinning around to face me with a wild expression on his face.

“What exactly were you thinking right before the dizzy feeling started?” he demanded fervently and I was slightly taken aback at his fierceness.

“I don’t know. I guess about how furious I was with you,” I tried to recall what was no more than ten minutes ago, though it felt like at least hours. “I just remember thinking that I’d never been so angry before in my life.”

“But you said something,” he said frantically, coming towards me in just a few long strides and putting his hands on either side of my head so that I was trapped between them. His face was just a few inches from mine, which turned out to be quite distracting. What was wrong with me? “What did you say, Lily?” he demanded. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and tried to think straight.

“I don’t know! Something about cursing you,” I sighed exasperatedly. “The usual.”

“No, this was different!” he insisted, pounding his fist on the arm of my chair before pushing off of the cushion angrily and beginning to pace once more. I watched him in silence again, though this time it was more out of shock as opposed to anger. I just didn’t understand anything about this. One second everything is normal, and the next Potter’s acting all serious, Codie’s acting like she doesn’t know me, and Sirius- well no, he was the same. It just didn’t make sense!

“Dimension!” Potter exclaimed suddenly, turning back to face me with a slightly neurotic look on his face.

“What?” I asked, completely mystified, and slightly frightened.

“Dimension!” he shouted again. “You told me that if I didn’t give you your wand back that you would ‘curse me into the next dimension’!”

“Oh no,” I shot out of my chair, shaking my head furiously. “No, no, no, no, no.You can’t seriously think that I sent us to another dimension! I didn’t even have my wand!”

“It’s the only explanation!” he yelled back, throwing his hands up angrily. “You said you’d never been so angry before, you must have just been so worked up that you did wandless magic! Pretty powerful magic, might I add,” he said, staring at me with a look of both amazement and uncertainty.

“I couldn’t have done this!” I cried in panic. This couldn’t be my fault! “How could I have? I’ve never even heard of such a thing before!”

“It’s like when you’re young and you can’t control your magic, I guess,” he shrugged, losing his neurotic edge and beginning to simmer down, just as I was beginning to hyperventilate. “You don’t really know anything about magic then, but you can still do it, yeah?”

“But- I- we...” I spluttered, pushing a hand through my hair in distress before sinking back down into my chair and burying my face in my hands. It was impossible! But... perhaps not. What else could it be? “Maybe they’re all just pulling a prank on us! A horrible, horrible prank,” I said, trying and failing to convince myself that this was the case.

“This is no prank, Evans. Trust me,” Potter said firmly and I glared at him again.

“How the hell do you know some much about all of this then?” I demanded furiously.

“I do read, Evans,” he retorted harshly and my glare intensified.

“Yeah, well, so do I and I’ve never heard of something like this,” I snapped back. “I can guarantee there is not a single mention of inter-universal travel in any book at Hogwarts.”

“Oh, I’m certain there isn’t,” he agreed darkly, casting a strange look in my direction. “You might as well be researching horcruxes,” he murmured as an afterthought.

“Hor-whats?” I stared at him, completely thrown.

“Forget it,” he waved me off quickly.

“So are you saying it’s dark magic or something?” I demanded fiercely, though I wasn’t entirely certain I wanted to know the answer.

“No, not necessarily dark magic,” he replied slowly, as though tried to think of an appropriate response. “More just tabooed, I supposed. Nothing good has ever come of moving through dimensions, Lily. The less people that know anything about it, the better.”

“Oh, yes, because my ignorance has done wonders for us!” I cried hysterically and he threw me a dirty look.

“Look, Lily, you’re just going to have to trust me on this,” he said flatly and it took all of my self-control to bite back my next retort. Crossing my arms, I slumped back in my chair and tried to digest all of the information that Potter had just thrown at me. Was it actually possible? Had I truly, unintentionally sent us to another dimension? Suddenly a new thought occurred to me and it was as if the knots that had formed in my stomach had suddenly turned into a lead ball.

“How will we get back?” I croaked, looking back up at Potter, fear etched all over my face. He stared down at me; his expression unreadable. After a moment he came over to me again, took my limp hand from the armrest, gave it a gentle squeeze, and for once I didn’t immediately pull away.

“Look, Lily,” he said softly, “you can’t freak out. That will get us nowhere. And I admit, I’m not entirely how we’ll get out of this but-”
“Oh, yeah that’s real comforting! No reason to freak out now!” I cried hysterically, yanking my hand away from him and turning my head so he couldn’t see that my eyes were now swimming with tears.

“Lily, you have to calm down,” he said slowly. I remained silent and stared at the wall for a second, then froze as I suddenly felt him slide a hand under my chin and gently tilt my head up so that I was forced to look at him. “If you want to get out of this then you have to keep your wits about you. Clearly you’re a very powerful witch Lily Evans. You got us here and you can get us back,” he said firmly.

“How can you be so certain?” I asked weakly, staring up at him, still distraught.

“Just trust me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of,” he said with a wink and I let a small smile form on my lips at his effort to cheer me up. I believe it was at this point that I realized I would have to start trusting him if we ever wanted to get back, so I tried my best to be civil and listen to what he had to say. “Now, here’s your wand” he said, letting go of my face, pulling my wand out of his back pocket and handing it back to me before sitting down in the chair across from me, “let’s review what we know.”

“Okay,” I sniffled, wiping my eyes. “Well, we know that my best friend hardly knows me, yet somehow yours is exactly the same. How is that fair? It doesn’t even make sense! Isn’t everything supposed to be different?”

“Not necessarily,” Potter shrugged. “It’s just an alternate universe, not a parallel one.” I eyed him uncertainly before responding.

“Tell me again how it is you know so much about all of this?” I inquired, but he just shrugged again, avoiding my eyes. I glared, maybe this trust thing was going to be harder than I thought.

“Okay, so what else do we know?” he said, bringing the subject to his previous question. “Padfoot’s the same, my lovely cousin’s different,” he counted on his fingers, “oh, and then there’s the fact that we can’t keep our hands off each other,” he said, unable to keep the smug grin off of his face while my scowl intensified.

“It’s got to be some kind of misunderstanding,” I shook my head, my face twisted up in disgust. “I would never date you, no matter what universe.”

“Well I beg to differ ‘cause in this one we seem to be shagging like rabbits,” he smirked obnoxiously and I threw him a dirty look, blushing furiously. “Besides, that was quite the heated kiss we shared back there.”

“You’re repulsive,” I spat bitterly, my face burning as I recalled the disgusting yet frightening passion that I had felt during the kiss. I shuddered and tried not to think about it. Potter just laughed, shaking his head. “Can you please stop being a pervert? Don’t you realize how serious this is?!” I stomped my foot, and threw my arms up.

“Okay, okay,” he put his hands up in defeat, “you’re right. But in all seriousness, you do realize that we may have act the part a bit, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows at him, my hands on my hips.

“We can’t just run around here like idiots,” he replied. “They’ll think we’ve gone mental if we act as though were from another dimension.”

“But we are from another dimension,” I hissed angrily.

“Yes, I’m aware of that, thank you,” he bit back sarcastically and I glared. “Look, Evans, as much as it repulses you, we’re going to have to act like we are the Lily Evans and James Potter of this dimension, even if that means we have to act like we actually like each other.” I stared at him for a moment, calculating. How could I possibly go along with this? Well perhaps the thought of getting back home would provide a good enough incentive.

“Fine,” I consented with a stiff nod, and he returned it, then held out his hand.

“Well, let’s go then,” he said as I stared down at his hand uncertainly.

“Go where?” I asked, glancing up at his face, then back to his outstretched hand.

“Your favourite place,” he said with a small smirk and I raised my eyebrows again. “The library.”

“What for?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “You said there was nothing in there about passing through different dimensions.”

“Not in ours,” he shrugged, “but in this Hogwarts we might just get lucky,” he finished with a wink, then looked down at his hand expectantly. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms again. “James and Lily of this dimension,” he reminded with a condescending look and stretched out his hand again. Grumbling, I consented and roughly shoved my hand into his before he clamped onto it like a bear trap and pulled me out the door. This was going to be interesting, and not in a good way.


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