Hello, here is a new fanfiction! this is the first time I writhe a multi-chapter one! I'm so excited!

Warnings: This will be slash, and it will be the DMHP. You have been warned, deal with it.

I am not a native English speaker and do not have a BETA reader, meaning there will probably be mistakes in spelling and grammar. I will correct them as soon as I detect them.

I do not own nor will I ever own Harry Potter or any of the character in the HP universe. they belong to this very nice lady called J.K. Rowling that has a far wider imagination than I do. I am just playing with them a bit. Please don't sue.

Now, on with the story. Enjoy!

Chapter I: Harry, Potion Mishap

"Mutare Vitam" Every word was pronounced as if cut into granite, fell heavily to the floor in the silent dungeon. "Meaning "exchange life" is a very

unstable potion." This time they snapped as a whip over the classroom. Snape glowered at the Gryffindors before continuing his wanderings to the

Slytherin side. Harry blinked as the stone blocks of words, stapled messily against one another, dissolved into dust as the professor strode

through the illusion he created. I must be more tired than I thought. Harry blinked raptly a few more times, clearing his head. If you wanted to

escape potions class alive you could never let your concentration waver. Least of all during the potions master´s lecture. "It is complicated to

make, but I expect at least some of you imbeciles to complete this brew." Snape continued making eye contact with a smug Draco Malfoy,

teacher's-favorite-pet-supreme. "Now, who can tell me what it is used for?" Black orbs scanned the class, expertly avoiding Hermione´s waving

hand. No one else seemed to know the answer resulting in another frown laid itself upon countless others on his thin brows. "It is one of tree

potions that affect not only our world but another as well. After drinking or in any other way absorbing this potion, the person in question will

slowly change place with another version of him- or herself; which one is affected by words heard within five minutes of applying. The longer it

takes for the transformation to be complete the more powerful the effect." He explained. "Be careful not to spill anything on your skin as it can be

absorbed through touch. Instructions are on the board, get going!" Finishing with a sneer he strode over to his desk at the front. Harry turned just

in time to see his best friends paring together over Hermione´s caldron. Ron mouthed an apology. "It is okay" Harry answered, smiling slightly and

tried to find another partner. Looking around revealed that the only other free student was a particular Slytherin a particular blond Slytherin.

Desperately searching for anyone else his eyes scanned the classroom once, twice, even three times. No luck. Even Neville was paired of (with

Seamus. Apparently Dean, Seamus usual partner, was still stuck in the hospital-wing because of his cold.) Sighing heavily the-boy-who-lived-to-be-

tormented-to-death-by-an-stupid-annoying-blond-Slytherin-idiot gave in. It was better to work with someone, even if it was Malfoy, than getting

scolded by Snape about being "too good for working with ordinary people." Gathering his things he moved up the steps to the back row of desks

and with a thump he dropped his bag next to the ice prince and collapsed ungracefully unto the chair.

"What do you think you're doing scar-head?" Snarled Malfoy.

"Believe me when I say I don't like it ether but it seems like we are stuck as partners this time around."

"Ha! I rather work alone than with your worse-than-Longbottom skills, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes. Who would have thought, Malfoy was

insulting him... again. How original, he thought sarcastically.

"Did you just admit that you can only brew potions if you have a skilled helper? Sounds like potions aren't your strong point after all, Malfoy." Most

people would not have noticed the change that came over the ivory haired boy but Harry had spent the last six years studying Malfoy in different

grades of anger. It was easy as reading a book. The trick was to always look into Malfoy´s eyes. The silver-gray depths was far to expressive and

right now Harry saw them stir in dark, almost black swirls of hatred and wounded pride.

"I never said I couldn't, Potter. I only said that I prefer working alone. May just as well put your useless ass to some good scar-head; fetch the

ingredients like a good little Gryffindor." He felt his eyebrow twitch with irritation, a comeback on his tongue when;

"GET TOO WORK POTTER! I do not tolerate laziness in my lessons. Not even for a celebrity as yourself." The usual poison dripped from Snape´s

sharp words. Glaring and with a small pout at the unfairness of everything related to Snape and Slytherins, he stomped away towards the

cupboard.


An hour later found Harry struggling against a blossoming headache. Colorful fumes in all kinds of shades vaporizing from several caldrons and

constant snarling comments from blondie did not help at all.

"Can't you read Potter? It says chopped not diced, idiot." closing his eyes, counting down from ten, the raven tried to calm his temper. No such luck.

Frustration and anger still burned beneath the surface.

"Oh, shut it Malfoy! What does it matter?" A platinum eyebrow rose.

"Are you truly that stupid? Of course it matters. If it is diced it won't mix with the dragon blood which later would make the whole thing to explode

when the chamomile extract is added!"

"Wha-? You mean... wait what? Are you messing with me? It would explode because I did not cut a freaking root correctly?"

"Gosh Potter. Your parents must have sucked at potions for you to turn out this badly."

"Do not bring in my parents into this, Malfoy!"

"Afraid they´ll listen from the other side? Don't worry, your bastard of a father and mudblood mother was probably even worse than you." Harry

snapped. That last comment rubbed the already strained balance, tipping the scale. Burying his hands in Malfoy´s collar he stepped in close.

"I said; leave my parents out of it!" He growled.

"Did I touch a sore spot?" The ice prince grabbed Harry´s hands, ripping them from his clothes. "Learn some restrain, Potter. You are acting like an

animal." He continued before giving the-boy-who-lived a shove in the chest. Time slowed down. Harry unintentionally moved back, tipping over the

edge of the stairs. His body arched as he tried to regain his balance but failed and tumbled down over the desks and chairs. The world spun as he

finally came to a stop against a desk further down. Pain flared along his back and left arm, causing a small cry too escape. He closed his eyes trying

to keep back anymore whimpers. It hurt! But a sound from above told him it was not over yet.

"Ca-Cling" A caldron, full of poisonous green potion tipped over, flowing down the table and coating Harry in green goo. Luckily it seemed to have

been of the burner, only being lukewarm.

"HARRY!" A rant of words followed the scream, probably a spell since seconds later a beam of water hit him.

"S-S-Stop! It is okay. Stop it!" He put up his hands trying to protect himself. The water was cold. Someone must have heard him since the water

stopped seconds later. "Thank you." Blinking slowly a couple of times Harry tried to clear his vision but strangely it almost seemed too get fussier.

"Mione?" Everything sounded so far away. Had he gotten a concussion?

"Pathetic Potter; you can't even break a fall. Are there anything you can do right?" A white blurry spot said and drifted closer. Malfoy. Harry's eyes

narrowed. As if he knew how to break one. Besides, if it had been the ferret that fell he sure would have put up a lot more dramatics. "If this is all it

takes, I would like to see you handle a war Potter. You probably would run away fastest way possible."

"Lay it of ferret-face! He would make great leader compared to you." Ron answered. "Here Harry, get up." He grabbed on to the offered hand.

"Don't mind that wannabe deatheater. He wants you to be expelled so that you-know-who can take over the world. Not that he would succeed.

We'd stop him. With your fighting skills, my strategies and Herm´s bloody brilliant brain it be a piece of cake!"

"It´s good you try to share him up, but it is not that simple." Hermione huffed. Quickly casting different charms; checking her friend's condition.

"And you, Harry needs to get to the hospital-wing." She looked around for the professor.

"Potter, detention for destroying my classroom. Granger and Weasley; take him to madam Pomfrey and do not come back. You will all three receive

a failing grade for today´s lesson. You are dismissed". Snape's silky voice surprised them. Not because he somehow had snuck up behind them like

a bat, but because his voice did not hold the same malice it usually did. Afraid of destroying whatever mood that had come over him Hermione

quickly nodded and grabbed Harry's left arm. Ron grabbed the right one and together they managed to drag the half conscious boy all the way to

the seventh floor were the hospital-wing was located.


"Oh, Dear, Soon you'll have your own bed named after you if it continues this way! Already you have broken the record of most visits during one

term!" Madame Pomfrey huffed while casting several charms over him. A quill, very different from Rita Skeeter's quick-quotes one, wrote down the

result.

"Sorry Poppy." Harry said. It was not exactly his fault that he ended up here some way or another every year but it still made him feel a bit

ashamed. She noticed his downheartedness and smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry, darling. You've done nothing wrong." She sighted and picked up the paper. "It is just so sad to always see you get all types of

injures."

"Sorry."

"Do not apologise sweetie." She scanned the rather, for once, short list of damages. "It seems like you only have light concussion. Take this potion

and rest for a couple of hours and you'll be fine. But you can't use magic unless necessary for at least a week."

"But what about my lessons?"

" I'll talk to your teachers. Now, chu chu, I need that bed for any other patient that surely will arrive. Merlin knows what Snape thinks, always

sending students in all kinds of complications. And remember to come for a check-up tomorrow. I don't like sending you away like this but it is so

busy lately." She handed him a red vial before rushing over to a couple of second year student with animal noses. Seems like there had been an

accident during transfiguration class, Harry mused before swallowing the potion. Grimacing at the taste he left the wing and headed back to the

Gryffindor common room.


"Are you sure you are alright Harry?"

"Of course I am! Do you think Pomfrey would have let me go if I wasn't?"

"Harry's right Hermione. Now stop asking and let us go to bed. I'm drained!" Ron exclaimed throwing his arm over his head and yawned big

enough to crack his cheekbones. Hermione huffed in a very similar way to Mrs Weasley and was moments away from lecturing her friend about

being responsible when Harry could not keep it in anymore. Laughter filled the room as he threw his head back. Damn it was funny seeing them act

like an old couple when they hadn't even realised their own feelings jet. Hilarious! Calming down as he noticed the strange looks they gave him, he

once more explained that he was perfectly fine and very tired.

"Good night, Herm. See you tomorrow." He gave her a one-armed hug before climbing the stairs up to the dormitory, soon fooled by Ron. Reaching

his bed he found that he was totally worn-out. Only bothering with kicking of his shoes and undo his tie before he flipped down on his bed, he fell

asleep within seconds.

[The wind brushed its cold fingers through his hair as he ran. Faster and faster over the stone covered roof.

"Come on Chess! Hurry up!" He shouted excitedly, looking back at the boy behind him. Weasley red hair and a freckled face with sparkling blue eyes meet

him.

"Don't worry about me Shade, worry about getting caught or not!" The eleven year old, red haired boy shouted back with a grin. He only laughed and ran

even faster towards the upcoming edge. Behind them, far away, the sound of several followers reached his ears. They were closing in on them. Taking a

deep breath but still going forward he took-off, jumping from one roof to the next one. His smile widened, it felt like flying! He was a bird stretching its

wings towards heaven! A bubbling laughter tore itself from his throat. It did not matter that he was being followed, did not matter that if they got caught

they probably would die. He was unbeatable! Pain erupted from his shoulder, forcing him back to reality. Red and green lights flew past them as they fled.

It was not a dream, it was a nightmare. Someone screamed behind him and turning he found his friend down on his knees.

"Hurry up Shade, disappear! They can't get both of us!" Chess yelled. He didn't know what to do. Get away or stay and help? He fingered the object under

his shirt. Run or Fight? The enemies was not far away now, only two roof-tops. "Hurry up Shade!" What to do? What to do? Making his decision he ran

forward, grabbing his friend. Knowing in his heart it was already too late.

They had caught up.

Panic.]

Harry awoke gasping for breath and heart pounding as if trying to dig itself free. What had just happened? That dream had felt too real, as if it

really happened. And the boy, Chess, looked just like Ron back when he was eleven! It does not mean anything. Ron is okay, right? Not really

believing himself he took a few calming breaths. There was nothing wrong, nothing at all. All he needed to do was go over to Ron's bed and

confirm it. Shivering Harry rose as quietly he could and sneaked over to his best mate. Taking a deep breath, composing himself, he pulled at the

red curtains surrounding the bed. With limbs in a mess and snoring like a pig, Ron was dreaming peacefully about what he would have for

breakfast totally unaware of his friend's turmoil.

"How stupid of me, of course he is alright." Harry smiled feeling oddly relieved. He dragged a hand through his hair pushing it back from his sweaty

forehead. Did he just imagine it or was it longer than before? Yawning he went back to his own bed to sleep a few more hours before the morning

lessons.


The great hall was buzzing with noise as Harry sat down, trying to snatch some bacon before it was all gone. Eating at the Gryffindor table always

was an adventure. You had to be quick or someone else would take the last pieces of whatever it was that you wanted. You also needed to be

aggressive; stealing was a common occurrence and sometimes to protect your precious bits of bread you had to use every mean possible. Safe to

say, avoid stealing from someone holding a fork in their grasp. As they say, concerning war, love and food everything is allowed. Hermione gave

him a disgusted look before returning to her book, quietly sipping her coffee as she did. Women never did understand the importance of food, Harry

thought, gulping down an extra sausage.

"Hey Ron pass me the salt."

"U-unngh, 'ere." Ron answered with his mouth full and tossed it over. Hermione gasped. Harry, being distracted by another food thief would not be

able to catch the flying saltcellar; He'd get hit!

"HAR-!" She began to call out a warning but stopped in the middle. Without looking Harry had caught the salt with an unbelievable fast motion. She

had never seen such reflexes, not even during a Qudditch match!

"Thanks Chess!"

"No problem, 'arry." Ron answered before digging in on his fourth portion of waffles. What just happened? Hermione wondered. That was not his

usual behaviour. And why did he call Ron Chess? Even if Ron did not notice the name change she did. It was strange. She curled her eyebrows in

concentration as the cogwheels started to churn in her brain. What had happened recently to change her friend's behaviour? Sure, it was not by

much but she had a feeling it was important. There is nothing except the potion accident yesterday but… She tried to remember what professor Snape

had said.

"Mutare Vitam is one of tree potions that affect not only our world but another as well. After drinking or in any other way absorbing this potion, the

person in question will slowly change place with another version of him- or herself; which one is affected by words heard within five minutes of applying.

The longer it takes for the transformation to be complete the more powerful the effect." Snape explained. "Be careful not to spill anything on your skin as

it can be absorbed through touch."

If her hunch was right, which she believed then Harry had absorbed some of the potion through his skin even though it was quickly washed away.

It happened during their last class yesterday and now it was morning, so it was fourteen hours ago. The longer it takes for the transformation to be

complete the more powerful the effect. It was probably best if she talked to the professor as soon as possible. The bell rang in the first lesson,

charms, interrupting her thoughts. She would have to wait until lunch when they had a double hour potion before talking to her teacher.


Headache, he thought he had gotten rid of it the night before but now it was back more vicious than before. It was as if three dwarfs banged their

giant hammers at his cranium, breaking it, while one dozen house-elfs rebuilt it every time just so they could break it again.

"You okay, mate?" Ron asked on their way to potions.

"Na, it's alright Chess, just a bit of headache." Harry answered and tried to smile. It sooner looked like he twisted his face but it was the thought

that counted. Ron shrugged and let it be but Hermione looked worried.

"Are you sure Harry? Maybe it is because of what happened yesterday?"

"That's unlikely Hermione. And I am totally fine, nothing to worry about." She did not look convinced but dropped the subject for which he was

grateful.

"Having a fight with you girlfriend Potter?" A voice asked behind them. Great, just what I need Harry thought before turning around, giving his rival a

strained smile.

"She is not my girlfriend Malfoy, and we are not fighting."

"Sure looks like it, or do the mudblood favour blood-traitors instead?" Draco asked, smirking at Ron.

"YOU BASTARD!" Ron screamed lifting his fists but got stopped from proceeding any further by Hermione.

"Calm down Ron. He is not worth the trouble."

"Trying to be a goody-two-shoes Granger?" She only glared, still holding back an upset Ron.

"Leave my friends alone Malfoy. Why don't you find someone else to pick on?" Harry replayed with faked indifference.

"And give up my favourite toy Potter? Never."

"Oh, I am sure you can find a better one." Harry growled back and took a step towards his enemy. He felt how the anger made his headache

worse but ignored it. Merlin knows how often he had fought with his cousin under the same conditions.

"I would but you know me, I take care of what's mine, even a worn out thing like you."

"Ha ha Malfoy, very funny." They stood inches apart from each other, green eyes looking up into grey.

"I got to entertain the crowd, don't I? Have your relatives taught you any manners? Your parents would have been disappointed."

"YOU-!" Suddenly the world swam before his eyes and he no longer remembered what he was about to say. "You…" he tried again but a dizzy

spell almost made him lose his balance. The pain in his head intensified and he groaned as his legs buckled.

"Potter?" Malfoy called out and Harry felt cool hands catching him before he hit the ground. What was going on? He was so confused. He blinked,

was the world slowing down? Everything appeared to be going in slow-motion. It hurt but not as much as before. The last thing he remembered

was someone screaming his name.


Draco could not believe what was happening. One second they were fighting and the next Potter paled and had trouble breathing. He called out as

the boy collapsed. Pure reflex was the only thing that made him able to catch the golden-boy. Together they slid down on the floor, Draco with his

back towards the wall and Potter in his lap. Harry blinked unnaturally slow. Was he sick? Draco hoped not. It did not look like something easily

cured and he did not want to fall ill himself.

"HARRY! Oh, this is not good, not good at all!" Hermione ranted while running over.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM MALFOY?" Ron roared threatening.

"I am not stupid to do something so obvious Weasel. He collapsed all on his own!"

"Quiet down both of you! Malfoy, don't move and Ron take care of Harry. Do not fight while I'm gone. We have to call professor Snape." Hermione

turned on her heel and ran towards the potions classroom further down the corridor leaving the boys behind. Ron glared at him.

"Git"

"Weasel" He answered half-heartedly. It was really no fun teasing the red head without Potter's presence. Well, technically speaking Potter was

there, just not conscious. And why is he still on my lap? Can't Wesel take over? It is his best friend and Potter is damn heavy! He was just about to

voice his thought when Harry started to glow. It was small at first, unnoticeable, but steadily growing stronger and finally covering the whole of

Potter's body in a soft green radiance. Draco quickly pushed Potter off. This was starting to get disturbing. No one, not even the golden-boy,

glowed; ever!

"What did you do?"

"I already told you, nothing! Get him away from me!" He tried to back away but the wall stopped any progress.

"Harry? Wake up! It's not funny mate." No response, instead the weird shine grew even stronger before slowly changing colour, deepening into a

dark blue hue that hindered any visage of Potter. You could only vaguely see his outline.

"What the devil is going on here?" Draco immediately relaxed at hearing his mentor's silky voice.

"I don't know! Ferret-face did something and- !"

"I most certainly did not! Golden-boy decided to get shiny all by himself!" He sneered. It was not his fault that a particular Gryffindor idiot always

got in trouble. Snape sighed.

"Miss Granger, explain why Potter is even more attention grabbing than normally."

"Harry is probably under the effects of the Mutare Vitam potion from yesterday. I suspect that the version involved in the accident was actually

brewed correctly and since it spilled down Harry's robe and Merlin knows were, he absorbed some of it. Changes in behaviour, dizziness, confusion

and the glowing light is all symptoms according to Elric Eddings' book "Potions you never thought you'd brew" which is supported by Gerald the

Strange in his article in potions weekly, and- "

"He did not ask you for an essay, Granger."

She huffed, glowering, before purposely turning her back at him.

"As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted, Harry is changing place with an alternative version of himself." She looked at the

professor proudly, awaiting his judgement.

"For once I am inclined to agree. Mr Potter was clearly stupid enough to not listen to my instructions." Ron snorted and muttered something about

"Bloody git" but stopped as Hermione glared warningly. "There is nothing I can do before the change has taken place. At best I can reverse the

effects but it will take a couple of weeks before the cure is ready. Until then we have to deal with however he'll turn out." Snape continued,

ignoring the weasel.

"WHAT? But… aren't you a potions master or whatever. Can't you bloody do something?" Ron thundered. "You bloody made us brew it so you have

to have a cure ready!"

"Your small brain may be too incompetent to understand the complexity of this particular potion but it is a miracle in itself that I can reverse it!"

Snape snapped angrily. "And for your information, if completed, something I doubt any of you dunderheads would be able to do, then it would

have been tested on a transfigured animal! Now if you treasure your friend, bring him to my office so I can have a look on him." He finished before

striding away, cloak billowing behind him dramatically. Weasley blinked stupidly a few times, mouth hanging open in shook.

"Wha-…?"

"Oh, honestly Ron. You just had to make him angry, didn't you?" Hermione scolded before turning to the Slytherin Prince. "Malfoy, I know we don't

get along very well but could you please help carrying Harry?" She pleaded.

"And risk catching any diseases?" He sounded scandalised.

"Do it, or I'll tell everyone what I heard from Zabini last week!" He palled. What ha Blaize said this time with that loose mouth of his? Draco cursed

the day the Italian boy became headboy and befriended the mudblood.

"Fine." He bit out, growling at her smug look before taking hold of his long-time rival. Surprized he noted how light the Gryffindor was. Not that he

often carried people around; it was way below his dignity. But should not a sixteen year old boy weigh more? A feather would be heavier! Filing it

away for the time being, he hoisted Potter up, princess-style, in his arms and began the short and humiliating journey down the corridor. Granger

will pay for this and so will Blaize, mark my words he fumed, several ideas for revenge crossing his mind. They were quickly put to a stop thou as

suddenly without warning golden-boy doubled in weight causing them to fall… again. Trust Potter to never make things easy.

"He does not glow anymore!" Weasel's voice brought him back to reality.

"Fantastic, one less thing to fix." Draco sarcasm dripping from his mouth as he tried to worm his way out from being Potters pillow.

"Wait, something's not right. That's not Harry!"

"What are you blabbering about, of course it's Potter. Just look-!" Draco fell silent. The boy lying on top of his legs did look like Potter but it was

clearly not the boy he picked up just a couple of minutes ago. First of all he was taller, not by much mind you, but about two- three inches and his

hair was longer, curling just below his cheekbones. Secondly, his clothes were different. The classic Hogwarts' robes were gone, replaced by a

knee-length, sleeveless version that instead of being pure black was a mysterious grey- kind of colour, almost mimicking that of shadows, with dull

bronze edges. Underneath the open robe a black tank top could be seen, long enough to go down over his hips. Two belts hung loosely around his

waist, filled with small vials, darts and one handy bag hanging at the back. The whole outfit was completed with dark green pants and a couple of

soft, dark leather boots. Draco blinked. Nothing of his hated super-annoying-rival-that-never-bloody-got-in-trouble-because-he-is-Dumbledor's-

favourit-pet remained. No round glasses, no ugly Gryffindor house emblem, no lame school bag, nothing. But the biggest difference of all you had

to lain in close to see. There was no scar.


So what do you think? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Is it wonderful? Is it crap? No mater what you think, please tell me!