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On the Implications of Parallel Worlds - computerneek



Usually, first contact is made with just a few people. The latest civilization to be invited to Hogwarts begs to differ.

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Chapter 23

Draco wasn’t sure what had caught his attention at the Gryffindor table as he walked past, but something did. It was Tuesday evening, just the day after he’d been “discharged” from Madam Pomfrey’s care. That day had included another seventy two hour mark, so Madam Pomfrey had excused him entirely from his afternoon classes, and kept him in the Hospital Wing for a few hours. After spending those hours scanning him, she’d told him his Animagus magic had fully returned, but that was about it.

Which, considering he wasn’t an animagus, didn’t mean much.

He approached the Gryffindor table, scanning the part of it that had caught his eye. It looked to him like a good number of the Gryffindors were coming for dinner, as he was.

At least Crabbe and Goyle were waiting for him at the Slytherin table- he didn’t have to worry about them.

Then… he spotted it.

Exactly what he did not want to spot.

In order to appease his father’s worries, he’d sent a letter on Monday, telling what had happened. Well… some of what had happened; he hadn’t been entirely truthful. His father didn’t need to know that it wasn’t a genuine magical accident.

The response he’d gotten this morning had been… displeased. He’d been instructed to save face, by meeting- and beating- the famous Potter boy, preferably in a duel.

He’d hoped to avoid encountering Harry Potter until his father gave up on that, and told him to do something different.

But there was no mistaking that lightning-bolt-shaped scar.

He’d spotted it when Harry had thrown his head back in laughter, at something the bushy brown-haired girl next to him had said- wait, no, that was Hermione Granger, one of the instructors in his Charms class.

He took a deep breath, and approached.

He still didn’t know what had caught his eye.

How was he going to do it, without looking like he had done it intentionally? He’d have to incite an argument, probably, to invite an insult he could respond to. But how could he do that?

And in front of one of his instructors, to boot?

He was almost there.

This action his father wanted to take would be his undoing.

Then Hermione looked up.

“Oh hey, good timing, Draco! I’m doing a bit of a research project, comparing Equestrian and British magics, but I need participants. We’ll be in classroom, uh,” she glanced down at her notebook again, “D-3 after dinner tonight- think you could spread the word at the Slytherin table, so anyone interested can come? I don’t expect it to take very long at all, but I do expect to be able to learn quite a bit.”

He raised an eyebrow. “With Gryffindors?”

“Oh, no, I’m hoping for as many British students as I can get from each of the four houses, and around twenty Equestrians from each as well. I’ve already told the Hufflepuffs, and Professor Flitwick will be telling the Ravenclaws for me.”

“Ahh.” Quick, he told himself, pretend you never saw the scar. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” Praying Potter isn’t on the same side of the room as me.

He nodded his head slightly, turned, and walked away from the table. He could claim he’d meant to ask her a question, since she was one of his instructors, and been sidetracked by her request.


“So…”

Hermione jumped, turning sharply, and relaxed herself. “Please don’t sneak up on me like that, Lyra.”

Lyra, who had been close enough she’d been whipped in the face by Hermione’s hair, scowled. “Sorry.” She sat down next to Hermione, on the side Harry wasn’t on. “What’s this I heard about a research project?”

Hermione looked at her. “I assume Bonbon told you what I did in class yesterday?”

She nodded. “I heard you taught Sweetie Belle to use magic.”

“Yeah. But I did it in a rather unique way. I experimented with it a bit more last night, and started noticing some differences. I want to say I can tell which tribe an Equestrian belongs to by looking at their magic. Don’t know for sure, since I knew the tribe of everyone I looked at ahead of time, but…” She shrugged. “I also noticed a few differences in the British people I looked at- so my hypothesis is that British students can also be divided into tribes.” She shrugged. “If so, I want to see how much I can learn about the British tribes, and how similar- or dissimilar- they are to the Equestrian tribes.”

Lyra tilted her head. “How might that be useful…?”

“Well, if the correlation is strong enough, you and your people could potentially use information like it to help evaluate if a given first-year student is eligible for the extended teaching program… and what they’ll likely be good at. I heard you basically guessed with me and Harry, and even then weren’t sure until after we were at the heads of our own classes, soo…”

Lyra tilted her head. “... True.” She put a hand to her chin. “This next year, I’m hoping to get a list of all the British first-years as soon as the Hogwarts staff can get it, meet as many of them in the Leaky Cauldron as possible, and possibly even start making housecalls to meet the rest. Depending on what information you’re able to procure…” She grinned. “Could make the search that much easier. Mind if I watch?”

Hermione nodded. “Go ahead, but please don’t tell me anything I don’t ask for. Until I ask for anything I might be missing.” She shrugged. “I don’t want to miss something by reason of expectation.”

“Got it. Though… with a large number of students, how are you going to remember enough to compare your discoveries?”

She tapped her wand, resting next to her plate, with one finger. “Memory charm.” She blinked. “Er, not the one normally called a ‘memory charm’, that makes you forget- this one will enhance my memory of what happens in there. And I’ll be writing a lot down, too.”


“I wish I could say we were here with good news,” the Prime Minister of England grumbled, as the rest of his cabinet gathered in the secret conference room that didn’t have a picture in it that set off motion detectors.

The Secretary of Defense sighed. “How bad is it?”

“Not very,” he answered. “I think.”

“... You think,” the press secretary repeated.

He nodded. “I think. As for what happened… You probably heard about the mass rolling stock acquisition and return in America?”

Nods went around the room.

“I heard the wizards covered their tracks pretty well on that one,” the Secretary of Foreign Relations mused. “Lotsa memory charms, and they even thought to ask which ones were planned to go unused for a few days, too. I heard some of them even got paid, though they couldn’t remember what they were paid for.” He shrugged. “Security cameras did.”

“Exactly,” the Prime Minister continued. “I just received communication from the Minister for Magic.”

“Oh boy,” the Secretary of the Interior sighed, leaning back in her chair.

He nodded. “Turns out it wasn’t an American operation at all, even though they acquired all American stock.” He looked up, down the full length of the table. “Hogwarts experienced a sudden explosion in attendance- and the wizards found themselves needing the rolling stock to carry some thirteen thousand students to the school this year. Where those students came from… He was hoping I knew where ‘Equestria’ was.”

“Equestria?” the Secretary of Defense asked, tilting her head. “Sounds almost like it was made up- but with thirteen thousand students… Do you think it’s possible they are a confirmation of the Multiverse Theory?”

“Possible. In any case, if they’ve got that many new students at Hogwarts, wherever they came from, the wizarding population is going to be exploding in the coming years. We’re going to have to step up our game with the Wizarding Investigations, and look into the possibility of introducing the general population to them before long.” He sighed. “And… Minister Fudge wanted to know how hard it would be, and how much it would cost, to acquire a large amount of rolling stock to be permanently assigned to the Hogwarts Express. Said the locomotives they acquired, however temporarily, from America did a wonderful job, even if they were a bit unsightly- and that any components that might overload could be magically reinforced, post-delivery, without issue.”

The Press Secretary snorted. “Yeah, those freight locomotives would be a bit unsightly on a passenger train.”

The Secretary of the Interior scowled. “They don’t have the space to store any more rolling stock. Their shed’s full as-is.” She tilted her head. “Hmm… How plausible might it be to connect the Wizarding Line to the National Rail Network, and locate a shed- and/or storage yard- for them somewhere else?”

Author's Note:

Suddenly, more pieces than ever before enter the puzzle... Dumbledore's plan is so totally screwed. Frankly, so is Voldemort's.

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