I know the challenge was supposed to be a oneshot, but it's just WAYY too long! Anyways... it's about Snape and Harry switching bodies for a while... O_O hehe Hope you like it!
Harry opened his eyes and found himself on his knees again. He had a nasty feeling that Snape was taking advantage of these Occlumency lessons to torture him by making him remember horrible, humiliating things that he so wished to erase from his mind.
"Ready, Potter?" Snape drawled as Harry got to his feet again. Then, as soon as Harry drew out his wand, Snape cried: "Legelimens!"
And once again, the memories came flooding back into each of their minds: Harry's second Triwizard challenge; being bitten by the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets; his first detention with Umbridge; Cho's watery kiss underneath the mistletoe...
"Protego!" Harry suddenly yelled, wishing hopefully he had kept that last memory private. But then, as Harry saw Snape being pushed back by the spell, he was being pushed back too. What in the world was happening? Harry's wand fell out of his hand, then then he saw nothing but black.
Harry's eyes snapped open, but it made no difference because there was smelly hair all over his face, and he didn't have his glasses. Then he heard groaning come from the other side of the room, and looked up to see... himself... Did he... turn Snape into... himself? But then that must mean-
Harry looked at his hands and gasped, reality not hitting him thoroughly enough. He was in Snape's body... and Snape was in his.
"Potter," Snape mumbled, inside Harry's body.
"Professor! I, how did this... I'm you, and... you're me..."
"Potter, WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE TO US?" Snape bellowed. Harry was repulsed by the ugly tone that Snape was using his voice in.
"I... don't know..."
Fifteen minutes passed... then twenty minutes... and finally, after an hour, they gave up trying to charm themselves back to normal.
"Then I guess this leaves us no choice, Potter. We are going to have to act each others role for the time being."
"What? No way, we definitely cannot do that! You have no idea what it's like to be me!"
"I am afraid that nothing can be done; besides, you make it sound as if I'm actually interested in your life."
"But... but there has to be another way! We can ask Professor Dumbledore-"
"No, Potter! Dumbledore cannot know about this! We must figure this out on our own. So now that we are in each others' bodies, we will need to exchange information so that we can act in each others' roles accurately."
They went over the information that they thought was necessary, and pretty soon they were ready to part ways.
"Okay, but Professor, you absolutely can't speak like that in public, it'll blow our cover in an instant; only you speak like that!"
"I could say the same to you too, Potter!" Snape grumbled, and then, after giving a few more tips, they parted ways.
Snape made his way to the Gryffindor common room, pondering over what possibilities this situation could have unraveled from. He thought and thought, but nothing came to him. When he finally gave up again, he attempted to enter through the portrait hole, but then he realized that he didn't know the password. He looked up; the Fat Lady's nonplussed gaze gave no hint of what the password was. He did not know what to do, until...
"Harry! What are you doing? I thought you knew the password, you're the one who told me!" Neville Longbottom came bustling up to the portrait hole and said: "Mimblus Mimbletonia!"
The portrait hole swung open, and there, right in front of him, was Snape's worst nightmare: and entire roomed filled with nothing but Gryffindors.
Snape trudged into the room. Great. Now he had to face an entire room filled with Potter's duplicates.
He felt a large hand slap his back, and much to his dismay, found Ron Weasley, his supposed best friend.
"Hey, Harry! How was Snape's lesson?"
Really? Would he really say something so stupid? The imbecile, not even bothering to keep his voice down while discussing something so confidential...
"Oh... I suppose they went well..." Snape drawled, annoyed by the fact that he spoke in Harry's voice and not his own.
"... Harry, are you okay? Did Snape brainwash you to speak like him or something, because I swear, that sounded exactly like something he would say..."
Snape barely managed a small smile, thinking of the small hint of irony behind what Ron had said.
"I happen to not be feeling well at the moment, so I will be in the dormitory, resting. Good evening." This was the perfect way to escape Weasley, Snape thought.
"Wait, but I thought you said you had tons of homework today! And if you don't do it, Hermione will make you!"
Now Snape was irritated. "Granger has no control over me! I will be up in the dormitory; Good Evening!" he said, barely managing to keep his temper.
But just as he was going up the stairs to his dormitory, he heard Ron mumble, "I swear, Snape's definitely brainwashed him..."
…...
Harry made his way to the teachers' lounge, where he had to... what did he have to do? Dammit! How could he have forgotten so soon? Well, he supposed he could just... could just... aw man!
Harry was starting to panic. He was stuck in Snape's body with no one to turn to for help; he couldn't ask a student, and even if he ran into "Harry", it would look utterly bizarre if someone saw Snape asking Harry, whom he so hated, how to live his life. After a few minutes of pointless wandering, Harry finally decided to go into the teachers' lounge and observe one of the professors before he made his way to the Slytherin common room... but wait... Professor McGonnagal never goes into the Gryffindor common room... aah! This is so confusing! There must be a teachers' dorm somewhere, but Harry had absolutely no clue where it could have been.
Harry saw Professor Flitwick bustling out of the room, so he took a chance and followed him. Flitwick strode down the corridors, and suddenly Harry realized where he was going, but he didn't want to go to Dumbledore's office... Now what was he going to do?
Then, suddenly, Flitwick stopped right next to Dumbledore's office, and tapped the space behind one of the statues. Then he muttered the word bubotubers, which Harry took to be some kind of a password.
He was right; the wall opened into an archway, much like the entrance to Diagon Alley, and Flitwick clambered inside. Harry, unsure of whether or not he was supposed to go inside, just stood there.
"Severus, what holds you up? Come in!" Flitwick said brightly, pointing inside the archway.
"Oh... yes, of course..."
Harry walked in, and there was a whole hallway full of doors with the professors' names written on them. Finally, towards the end, Harry found Snape's room, and tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Identification?" the door asked him.
"Uh..." It took Harry about five minuted to realize that the door had meant his wand, "Oh yeah... okay... um, do I stick it in the... keyhole, I suppose?" He stuck the wand in the "keyhole" and the door flung open.
Snape's room was nothing like Harry would've expected it to be. Instead of the dull gloominess of his office, the room bore a light, relieving glow that Harry would never have associated with Snape in a million years.
And then, he saw, next to the shelf of potion ingredients, a small table with pictures.
One was of himself, graduating his seventh year, another was of his mother hand father, though it was in horrible shape, and the last three were all of Harry's mother and Snape. Harry picked up one of his mother's pictures; Snape had known his mother? And even if he did, why did he treasure these pictures so much? Surely his mother didn't mean anything to him, right? They must've been good friends for Snape to keep all these pictures...
Harry didn't want to think about this; his brain was spinning from the events of what happened in the past few hours, but he would definitely interrogate Snape about these pictures tomorrow when he saw him next.
Sleep was growing on him as he made his way to the comfortable looking bed with the Slytherin symbol on it and passed out, not even changing or showering before he did so; today was a crazy day.
