Chapter 1

The sky was a threatening grey. The rain came down in sheets so heavy it was hard to see to far ahead of you. Though the weather was dreadful and the hour late, cheers could still be heard from the faithful crowd.

"GO! GO! GRYFFINDOR!" half the audience cried into the storm.

Today was the final Quidditch match of the year; Slytherin versus Gryffindor.

Harry and Draco were neck and neck. They had only just spotted the snitch for the first time in 3 long, painstaking hours.

"BOOM!" A tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest was set ablaze by the lightning. The fire didn't stand a chance in this fierce rain. A deafening rumble of thunder shook the stands.

"Give it up Potter. You can't keep this up forever." Draco called to his opponent over the loud crash of thunder.

"Dream on Malfoy!" Harry shouted back. Neither seeker ever took their eyes off their only hope of getting out of this game.

Truth be told, both guys were exhausted. This was by far the longest and toughest either of them had faced.

Suddenly, a forked bolt of lightning crashed down and struck the broomsticks of both seekers.

"AHHHH!" they screamed together as they were thrown from their brooms.

The young seekers slammed into the stands before hitting the ground with a sickening crash. There was no way for them to keep consciousness.

Madame Hooch blew her whistle and waved her arms madly to call the game. Neither team had a reserve seeker; therefore the match could not continue.

Each team landed next to their fallen seekers.

"Harry?" Fred tried to shake Harry awake but knew it was no use.

"Draco?" Blaise tapped the sides of the blonde's face with his palm.

Blaise and Fred lifted their friends into their arms and stalked off to the infirmary.

Both teams were soaked to the bone as they made their way into the hospital wing.

"Madame Pomfrey!" George called out.

The plump medi-witch came bustling from her office.

"Oh my what happened here?" she demanded. Angelina Johnson explained what had happened out on the pitch. Fred and Blaise carefully laid Harry and Draco down on two of the hospital beds. "Okay now all of you out, out, you too Mr. Weasley and Mr. Zabini, out!" Poppy shooed the soaked teammates and on lookers out of her work area.

She healed the cuts and bruises covering the boy's faces. Carefully Poppy applied burn cream to their burned hands.

Good thing you two were wearing your gloves or there very well may not have been any skin left to heal. Pomfrey thought.

It took a lot of spells and potions, but soon both boys were conscious but asleep.

With a wave her of her wand the medi-witch turned out all the lights and left for her sleeping quarters for a good night's sleep.

Or so she thought.

Harry woke a few hours later with a splitting headache. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. At first he didn't notice it but, after taking a breath and a drink of water, Harry noticed everything seemed to be very clear; dark but clear.

Absently, he reached up to take off his glasses for a moment. It was a second before Harry remembered he had just been asleep, He doesn't sleep with his glasses on. Well then if he didn't have glasses on; why was everything so clear?

Harry turned around and was about to go back to sleep when he looked at the bed next to him.

'No that's not possible' he told himself. Harry jumped up from his bed and ran over to the mirror.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Draco shot bolt upright when he heard someone screaming. He immediately regretted moving so fast and closed his eyes to wait for the spinning to stop. Slowly Draco opened his eyes.

Everything was so blurry. He shut his eyes once mores and tried rubbing them. When Draco opened his eyes everything was still a blur. All he could make out was a roundish figure pacing in front of his bed and then an unmoving figure in the next bed over.

"What can't I see anything?" Draco asked angrily.

"Here Mr. Malfoy, you will need these." Poppy handed him something.

"What? I don't wear glasses." Draco said snidely.

"You do now. Put them on dear. It will help." Pomfrey urged.

Draco reluctantly did as he was told and was shocked when everything came into focus. He saw the medi-witch looking at him with a looked he couldn't quite read.

"What are you looking at?" He snapped.

Poppy raised her wand as she stepped aside slowly.

Confused Draco looked over and saw himself laying in the next bed.

He was speechless. Draco ran up to the nearest mirror. Shock completely over took him as he looked from his own body, to the reflection, to the medi-witch. It was too much and he passed out.

Pomfrey levitated him back into his bed and went over to the fireplace.

She threw in a handful of floo powder and watched as the flames turned green.

"Albus Dumbledore!" she called out. Poppy stepped to the side.

A tall, aged, man with a silver beard and half-moon spectacles.

"What can I do for you my dear lady?" he asked pleasantly.

Pomfrey went through the events of the morning.

"Both of them passed out when they figured out what had happened. What do we do Albus?"

"That, I will have to discuss with them, I am afraid. Please send them to my office when they wake. Also I think it would be wise to either separate or restrain them." With a nodded Dumbledore stepped back into the fire and was gone.

Poppy raised her wand and muttered an incantation so that ropes snaked from her wand and bound both boy's to their beds.

The added pressure seemed to awaken Draco and Harry.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Draco shouted as he struggled against the ropes.

"I will not tolerate such language, Mr. Po-Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey new she caught herself just a second to late.

"What did you almost call me?" Draco shrieked in anger. "Do I look like h.." Draco silenced himself as the last few hours came flooding back to him.

Reluctantly he turned his head and to his horror, he locked eyes with himself!

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