Not-Harry and Not-Draco stood before a room of seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins nervously. Saving the world repeatedly was one thing, teaching seventeen and eighteen year olds was another.

“So,” Not-Draco finally said, after an awkward few minutes of silence in the over-stuffed classroom, “do you know why we’re doing this?”

“No,” said Vincent Crabbe from the front, left side where he sat beside Draco.

There was another moment of awkward silence.

Rolling his eyes, Not-Harry stepped forward and took control of the class. “Okay,” he said, “we’re here to test each and everyone of you for what we call ‘Talent’. Talent is sort of like magic only not – ” Not-Draco snorted and Not-Harry shot him a dirty look, “instead of waving around a wand and saying some silly incantation you just… use your power.”

“It’s sort of like ESP,” Not-Draco piped in, “in fact, most things related to ESP are a form of Talent. Telekinetics, telepaths, empaths – they’re all what we call ‘Talents’. Don’t be fooled though, Talent can take the strangest and subtlest of forms.”

The muggle-raised teens looked a bit more clued in – ESP was a common enough idea in the muggle world. The wizard-raised teens however, still looked puzzled.

Hermione Granger, our devoted brainiac and all around smarty-pants, raised her hand. “Excuse me, umm, Professors?”

Not-Draco and Not-Harry winced in unison at her use of their newly given title.

“Yes, Herm – Miss Granger?” Not-Harry asked.

“Well, if this is like ESP wouldn’t the Talent’s parents have noticed?”

“Not necessarily,” Not-Draco said, “it’s quiet interesting, really – Talent gets attributed to the strangest things. Mixed up wiring, ghosts, bad karma, food being past it’s expiration date – funny really, people are so convinced that nothing abnormal could ever happen to them that they live their whole – and sometimes short – lives ignoring the obvious signs.”

Hermione nodded, looking like she’d love nothing more then to spend hours discussing the subject with her new teacher.

Harry, recognizing the look on his best friend’s face, quickly raised his own hand to ask his own question. When Not-Harry nodded to him he asked, “What if we don’t have any Talent? What will we do for this class then?”

Not-Harry and Not-Draco exchanged bewildered glances.

“Umm… Study in the library?” Not-Draco suggested, hoping to whatever deity ruled over this particular world that Hogwarts had a library.

Hermione smiled at the notion – being a Talent or getting extra library time, she couldn’t go wrong!

“Right,” Not-Harry said, clapping his hand suddenly, “before we start testing you, why don’t we give you a practical demonstration? Draco?”

Not-Draco smiled and stepped forward – center stage was where he belonged. Not-Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Okay class,” Not-Harry winced at how old he’d just sounded, “Draco’s now doing what we call centering. He’s really only doing it for your benefit as the need to center disappears as one gets used to using ones Talent.”

Not-Draco’s eyes snapped open suddenly. The silver of his irises had overpowered all over aspects of his eyes; they appeared to be pools of molten metal in his head.

Not-Harry smiled at the gasps that echoed around the room.

“Right now his sight is enabled. Usually, you can’t tell the difference unless you look very closely but he’s brought his Talent to the surface to show you the extreme – Drama queen.”

Not-Draco turned and growled menacingly at Not-Harry. “Alright,” Not-Draco said, “I’ll take over from here. Right now I can tell you all about this room and the people in it. My Talent can also help me identify other Talents. Usually I only find ones that are overflowing with Talent so you’ll all still have to be tested anyway. Potter, take down the following names; Harry Potter – the other one, Draco Malfoy – the other one, Gregory Goyle, Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown. They’re the most powerful, in roughly that order. Make sure to check the following people out as well; Hermione Granger, Millicent Bulstrode and Parvati Patil.”

Not-Harry wrote down the names and smiled at the class. They’d erupted into talk as the names were called.

Not-Draco turned off his power and spun around to face Not-Harry, “Enough demonstrations – I’m dying to find out some of these people’s Talents!”

Not-Harry smiled at Not-Draco’s eagerness and looked down at his list again.

“Can Parvati Patil come up here please?”

The dark haired Gryffindor eagerly walked to the front of the room and smiled at the two new Professors. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, smiling.

“Tell us about yourself,” Not-Draco commanded, sitting down on the teacher’s desk at the front of the room.

“I’m in Gryffindor – seventh year, I like Divination and Ancient Runes the best of all my subjects, I have a twin sister named Padma –”

“Stop!” Not-Harry exclaimed, “Did you say twin?”

She nodded.

“Well there you go, twins almost always have some sort of connection. Most likely telepathic – do you two have your own language or finish each other’s sentences?” he asked.

She blushed, “We’ve never told anyone, but sometimes we can talk to each other mentally.”

Not-Harry and Not-Draco nodded, satisfied with her answer and took down a few notes before motioning for her to take her seat again.

“Next, Millicent Bulstrode!” Not-Harry called.

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By the time they’d finally gotten around to Draco’s name Not-Harry and Not-Draco had discovered that Millicent could talk to animals – a lesser version of Not-Harry’s own gift, Hermione was a low level mind reader, Lavender really could see the future and wasn’t faking it for Trelawny’s benefit… all the time, Neville had one of the strongest ‘Green Thumb’ gifts Not-Harry and Not-Draco had ever seen, and Greg Goyle wasn’t just as thick as stone – he could morph parts of his body into it.

And now, Draco Malfoy (from our world) stood before his peers and prayed desperately to not have wimpy gifts like Not-Draco.

Please not empathy, please not empathy…

“Holy crap!” Not-Draco said, startling back after touching Draco briefly to see if he could pick up any sign of what Draco’s Talent may have been through his empathy, “This is unreal!”

“What is?” Not-Harry asked, frowning.

“He’s – he’s,” Not-Draco continued to stare at the boy who was virtually his clone, “he’s a triple Talent!”

Not-Harry’s jaw dropped, “A what?”

“You heard me Harry,” Not-Draco said, “a mother fucking triple Talent!”

The class gasped – half at Not-Draco’s use of a rather taboo curse and half at what they assumed was a Really Big Deal.

Not-Draco looked rather happy, despite his foul language. “I always knew I was special,” he said proudly, ruffling Draco’s hair, “but this just confirms it!”

Not-Harry rolled his eyes. “So,” he said, “what’re his three Talents?”

“Umm…”

“Right. So, Draco-from-this-world, tell us about yourself,” Not-Harry said cheerfully as he took up residence on the desk Not-Draco had abandoned in his enthusiasm.

“Why?” Draco-from-this-world asked suspiciously.

“So we can find out if you’ve ever had some sort of experience which ca be attributed to… one of your three Talents,” Not-Draco explained, “weren’t you paying attention?”

Draco-from-our-world looks up at the other him blandly, “Not really, no.”

“Ah,” said Not-Harry.

“Well,” Not-Draco said, “have you ever done something that can’t be attributed to the normal… er… wizarding things? Talking to animals, uncommon talent with plants, knowing what others are feeling through a simple touch?”

“No.”

Not-Harry smiled at Not-Draco’s obvious frustration with his younger self and asked, “Fire appearing out of thin air? Knowing what was going to happen before it did? Seeing places and things that aren’t your current location – or even time – when you touch an object? Anything weird at all?”

“No… Well…”

“Yes?” Not-Harry and Not-Draco asked in eager unison.

“It’s weird.”

“Yes?” they repeated.

“Really, really weird.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to say it in front of the whole class,” Draco-from-our-world said, appalled.

“You… little –” a hand was clamped firmly over Not-Draco’s mouth a frantic words were whispered in his ear, “Nevermind.”

Draco-from-our-world shrugged, “Well, that’s one. What about the other two?”

Harry-from-our-world, tired of watching Malfoy get to find out about his really cool powers stood up and said, “Can’t you do this after class since he obviously doesn’t want to tell the whole class about himself?”

Not-Draco nodded cheerfully and said, “How nice of you to help out your classmate! Your turn.”

Ron Weasely scowled at the insinuation Not-Draco – who looked too much like a certain walking, talking ferret for comfort – had made. “He didn’t do it to be nice!” he snapped.

Not-Draco turned to Ron with a cold look on his face. “Look Weasel,” he all but hissed, “shut the Hell up and don’t talk back to your teachers unless you want to lose so many of these stupid ‘house points’ of yours that your red-haired, freckled grandchildren will still be trying to get them into the positive numbers.”

Ron gulped. Audibly.

Not-Harry rolled his eyes and motioned for Harry-from-our-world to take Draco’s place at the front of the room. Almost carelessly, Not-Draco reached out and laid a hand on Harry-from-our-world’s arm only to yank it back with a cry of, “Jesus fucking Mary, Mother of Christ!”

Not-Draco clutched his hand to his chest and nursed it like it had been burnt. Turning to Harry-from-our-world he gave him a once over. “You,” he proclaimed, “seriously need to get laid.”

Both Harry’s blushed rather badly.

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Author’s Notes: Okay, I so had to end it there.