Title: Switched
Author: catsncritters/Adrienne Wolter
Rating: PG, doubtful that it will go up any higher
Warnings: SLASH between two male characters who have very different ages.
If you do not know what SLASH is, I doubt you want to be here reading this.
Summary: AU because of book five. A plan of Voldemort's backfires
and changes everyone at Hogwarts to a different person, slowing his plans. Harry,
changed into Blaise Zabini, falls for Severus Snape, without realizing it. Meanwhile,
he also saves the day. Whoo! (And, of course, this is pretty general because
that's pretty much all I know for sure, heh heh....)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his universe belong to JK Rowling, I'm just
playing around. As for the characters, I do not plan to introduce any original
characters (what's the fun in that?). As far as I know, I'm the only author
who's used the plot of Voldemort changing everyone in the castle to different
people, but I could be mistaken. I'm not trying to tread on anyone's ideas,
if I am, sorry!
The beginning of this is really, really rushed and kind of unclear... maybe when I finish it (when? That makes me sound determined, wheee...) I'll go back and rewrite it, but you'll have to deal with this short introductory chapter first, sorry! I suck at beginnings, but it will get better, I promise!
Chapter One
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The entire Great Hall was tangibly silent.
Harry didn't realize immediately what was wrong. There had been an explosion,
a blur, and dust had flown up from nowhere, apparently. The doors had all been
flung open, but there were no intruders.
The only thing he noticed was that he was at a table decorated in Slytherin
banners.
Then he realized that in his hands he held not his wand, but a longer, off-white
one.
Then he noticed his hands.
But they weren't his. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table for Ron,
but the Ron he knew by sight was also staring at his hands, turning them over
and over again, disbelieving.
What had just happened?
Obviously, everyone had been put into a new body, but... for how long? He gulped
back a rising feeling of sickness in his stomach.
Beside Harry, Goyle stood up on the table, shouting for everyone's attention.
He needn't have shouted; no one was talking anyway. Neville then ran across
the Hall to Goyle, with more clumsiness than normal, trying to take longer strides
than his short legs enabled him.
Neville and Goyle whispered to each other. Harry caught phrases like "half-finished
wards" and "Dark Lord." Goyle cleared his throat.
"It seems that everyone in this room has changed bodies. This was a plan
by Voldemort which did not work; intended to do something to all of us, it changed
our bodies instead. No, I do not want to know who you are. And I don't
want you to tell anyone who you really are. You are to keep your identity a
secret. The wards have bought us time, but we must use it as best we can."
Goyle, who Harry assumed must be Dumbledore, broke off at a commotion at the
Ravenclaw table. Whoever was in Padma Patil's body had discovered her
makeup mirror, and was waving frantically at Goyle/Dumbledore.
There was another minute of thick silence before Dumbledore smashed Padma's
mirror on the table, inspecting the shards carefully. Harry thought he heard
someone down his table gasp.
"...And if you see any mirrors, I want you to smash them. I don't
care how you do it, but smash them. Make them disappear. Anything.
"I ask you to please find your way to your quarters for the house you
are now in. If you don't know where they are, ask Neville or I. I have
disabled the passwords for the next ten minutes. Tomorrow, be here at breakfast
so we can discuss what we do now."
He seemed to be finished, so Harry racked his brain for a memory of the whereabouts
of the Slytherin common room, then set off. He heard Pansy Parkinson calling
the Slytherins to follow her to the common rooms from behind him, so he decided
to fall back into the crowd instead of set off on his own.
Once all the new Slytherins were inside the house, Pansy told everyone that
the password was 'billywig,' then told them to go to their rooms.
Harry, having no idea whose body he was in, waited around until all the other
Slytherins had dispersed, then approached her.
"Who am I?" he asked bluntly. Pansy raised an eyebrow, something
which looked very unpracticed on her face.
"Blaise Zabini. You're in 7th year. Last door on the right up the
left staircase."
Harry followed her instructions and found himself in a room with Malfoy and
Crabbe. Or people in the bodies of Malfoy in the Crabbe. Harry grumbled, this
was making his head hurt.
"Oh my god!"
Having just collapsed into the bed with 'Zabini' carved onto it, he peered through
the green curtains on his four-poster.
"Lavender?"
Harry's ears perked up. Lavender-Draco was staring into a mirror on the
wall.
"Smash the mirror!" he yelled to them, and they both jumped. Crabbe
kicked it, and shards of the mirror would have flown everywhere, had Lavender-Draco
not cast a freeze charm on all of it.
It was pretty much silence after that; Harry automatically reached to remove
his glasses and felt queasy when they weren't there; he undressed and
got into Slytherin pajamas, finding that he was wearing Slytherin boxers. Then
he climbed back into his overstuffed Slytherin four-poster, only to have to
get back out and run to the toilets in an adjoining room to throw up his dinner.
This was not going to be easy.
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