Note two: I know this chapter follows the canon material a lot, I'm sorry for that, but I did try to avoid it. It gets better, I promise.

No it doesn't. I've seen how much canon text this author uses in the later chapters. *Ding!*

During one particularly muddy practice, the Weasley twins messing about got Wood angry, and in his anger he revealed that Snape was refereeing their match with Hufflepuff, which was ominous. Of course, Iliana rushed back as soon as she could to tell Ron and Hermione about his sinister new desire to be a referee. She found Ron trouncing Hermione at chess, and though he had been concentrating on his next move, Ron caught onto Iliana's mood and let her speak.

Even when it isn't canon dialog, quite a lot of it is just describing the same events in a rather haphazard way. *Ding!*

Just then, Neville came in, hopping, from having been leg-locked by Malfoy. Since she liked Neville, she helped him with the countercurse and also tried to improve his self-esteem. Hermione and Ron joined in.

In the books it was Hermione who performed the countercurse. But it's important for Iliana to do it because this author wants to make their OCs look good. *Ding!*

Iliana grabbed a Chocolate Frog from her robes and gave it to him. "You're worth twelve of Malfoy, Neville. The Sorting Hat put you here, didn't it?"

"Yeah, and where's Malfoy?" Ron asked. "Stinking Slytherin, that's where."

"Ron, don't be prejudiced. Slytherin isn't all evil," Iliana chided. "And not all dark wizards were in Slytherin. Anyway, Neville, the fact you're in Griffindor means you ARE brave. Being brave isn't about being unafraid, it's about facing your fear."

Whenever someone is says something clever or insightful, like this, it's usually done in addition to the canon dialog. And it almost always comes from one of the Harrys. Because this author wants to make their OCs look good. *Ding!*

"Here, on Dumbledore's card. We told you we'd read the name somewhere before, Harry read it on the train coming here — listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel'!"

Y'know, considering how important Flamel is (Dumbledore is famous for merely having worked with the guy), we sure don't hear about him after the first book. *Ding!*

(And yeah, this is more of a sin for Rowling. But if you copy her text word for word, you inherit the sins of the source text too.)

"Well that's a relief. I just wish we'd known earlier. No idea how to switch back, and I can't imagine Zoey would be any help."

Iliana? You in there at all?

Yes, I am.

Do you think you can take control, even if we can't switch?

Yes, I think so.

"Well Iliana says she can take control, even though we're in this form. I just hope it works."

So, let me get this straight. The Harrys can't control which one of them they're transformed into at any given time, and only one is good at quidditch. But Iliana can just take control of whoever's body it is, so it never actually affects their quidditch game. Great! *Ding!*

Ron didn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, was squinting fixedly at Al, who was circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch, even if he did wobble dangerously on his broom.

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's the Potter freak, who's got no parents and who's like a human nesting doll, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money — you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."

Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Harry.

"I'm warning you, Malfoy — one more word —"

"Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Al!"

"What? Where?"

Al had gone into a spectacular nose dive, everyone on edge as he shot to the ground like a bullet. A bullet that began to glow as he reached for the snitch.

11 lines of canon text with minimal modifications. It's about time I started awarding multiple sins for this. *Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!*

"... d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus ..."

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," said Snape, his voice icy. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone, after all."

Iliana leaned forward. Quirrell was mumbling something. Snape interrupted him.

"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I —"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape, taking a step toward him.

"I-I don't know what you —"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

An owl hooted loudly, and Iliana nearly fell out of the tree. She steadied herself in time to hear Snape say, "— your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting."

"B-but I d-d-don't —"

"Very well," Snape cut in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."

Another 11 lines of canon text, which most the people reading this will have already read at some point. *Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!*

In the excitement of that conversation, it was a couple weeks before Iliana remembered to tell her friends that she thought powerful emotions were a trigger for their transformations.

So... basically a stereotypical Tumblr user. *Ding!*

"An what're you lot up ter?" he asked her suspiciously. "Not still lookin fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?"

"Oh we figured that out ages ago," said Ron offhandedly. "And we wanted to know if Fluffy was guarding anything else besides the Philos-"

"SHHHH! Yeh lot en't supposed ter know bout tha. Yeh want me ter lose me job?"

"Of course not, Hagrid. We'll talk about it later, then."

"Right, sure. In me hut, nice 'n private there. Well, see you lot later."

II'll give the author credit for changing a few lines of canon dialog here and there. But it's still basically the same events with some minor changes. Fanfiction doesn't have to do this! *Ding!*

"Dragons!" Ron whispered. "Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper's Guide."

"Hagrid's always wanted a dragon, he told us so the first time I ever met him," said Iliana, mixing her pronouns up.

"But it's against our laws," said Ron. "Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Convention of 1709, everyone knows that. It's hard to stop Muggles from noticing us if we're keeping dragons in the back garden — anyway, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous. You should see the burns Charlie's got off wild ones in Romania."

"But there aren't wild dragons in Britain?" said Iliana, horrified.

"Of course there are," said Ron. "Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind have to keep putting spells on Muggles who've spotted them, to make them forget."

"So what on earth's Hagrid up to?" said Hermione.

And these six lines are pretty much copy-pasted word for word. *Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!*

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. "It must've cost you a fortune."

"Won it," said Hagrid. "Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."

"Well that's just a tad too convenient," Al said scathingly. "Where'd he get it, the five and dime store?"

Why does Al speak like an American? *Ding!*

"Where's Harry been lately, anyway?"

"No idea. He talks, internally, sometimes. But mostly I think he just watches. He seems to prefer Iliana to me, though. He complains more when I'm out."

I do not!

Thus proving my point.

Kafka trap! *Ding!*

"How d'ya know it's a he, Hagrid?" Al asked casually. "It's a fire-breathing lizard, they don't have their junk hanging out like mammals do; you have to be a herpetologist to know how to sex them. Could be a girl for all you know."

Hagrid shrugged. "He feels like a 'he' ter me."

"Whatever."

"Bless him, look, he knows his mommy!" said Hagrid.

"Never figured you for a pouf, Hagrid," Al said. "Not that I'm judging, mind you. It's your life, love who you want."

Assuming the gender of a newborn animal = bad, but calling people homophobic slurs = A-okay! *Ding!*

And Hagrid is talking like an American too now, and it's not okay. *Ding!*

"Sneaky little maggot, that one," commented Al on his way out the door. "Hold up, I gotta go crush a bug."

He shot a bunch of hexes at Malfoy, and despite Malfoy's zig-zagging, managed to hit the Slytherin. Malfoy fell, and Al kept throwing hexes at him.

"Al, STOP! He's down already!"

Al shrugged, then blew on his wand tip like it was a smoking gun.

Once again, Harry's headmates display spellcasting abilities way beyond that of a first year. *Ding!*

The body glowed again, and with the bright light they heard a familiar meow. Abandoning her friend, she took off under the cloak back to the common room, hoping Harry/Al/Iliana was okay.

Mrs. Norris approached the glowing Harry, meowing louder. The prone form looked up at her with a glare and red glowing eyes, hissing at her like a snake. The cat jumped back, her ears plastered to her head, and yowled. But he stopped glowing, and Harry was laying there on the ground, looking perfectly normal.

When he finally started to open his eyes, he saw Filch and Professor McGonagall staring down at him with twin glares.

"Fifty points from Griffindor and a detention in the Forbidden Forest?" Ron said, aghast, when an exhausted-looking Harry told him about it the next day.

Surely if they were treating Harry's headmates as distinct human beings, that should be 200 points instead of 50? *Ding!*

"Never mind that, Ron," Hermione said. "What happened last night? Did you just change? If so, why did it hurt you so much?"

"I... I honestly don't know. I felt the pain in my scar, first, like that one time with Snape. Then that seemed to trigger the change. I remember hissing at Mrs. Norris, which scared her, but I don't know why I did it. I... I think there may be another person in there I didn't know about."

Well in that case, it ought to be 250 points. *Ding!*

"Oh hey, great!" Al said in Harry's voice, "Just lovely. Something that can run faster than a human, some unknown monster is killing them, and WE get to march in there and find it and stop it. Oh frabjuous day, caloo calay! What bloody FUN we're gonna have, being in mortal peril together, Hagrid! We should do this EVERY weekend. Invite Hermione and Ron along, too! Hell, invite the whole school along! Make a holiday of it!"

Is it just me who finds Al's edgy sarcasm super-annoying? *Ding!*

Al nodded, and forced himself to calm down. It wasn't easy, but if he viewed the situation as being in a first-person shooter video game, it helped. 

Ah yes, those first-person shooters that were all the rage back in 1992. *Ding!*

"Harry? Al? Wha's tha matter?"

His body glowed, temporarily blinding Hagrid in the dark. When he could see again, Harry looked like Harry still, no apparent changes in form, though his body language was utterly transformed. No longer was he the nervous, tense Al, jumping at everything. Nor was he a wary but calm Al. He was standing up, alert but relaxed, his wand put away. The boy's head jerked around like a bird's from here to there, and something in his stance spoke of an animal, rather than a person. He was also sniffing the air like Fang, only more obviously.

Oh no, it's a furry! Kill it! *Ding!*

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