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.