The Change- Life sucks!
Summery: What really happened in the bathroom in Harry's sixth year. What if the spell did something different and what if when Draco tried to cast Crucio it caused the spell to backfire on Harry…
Declaimer: Sadly I don't own it only the idea is mine *turns and cries in a corner*
A/N: So guys I'm not new to FFN as I said on my profile… Ummm don't really feel like rewriting everything so go look at my profile and then read this please. So I have no idea where I'm going with this I was just watching the 6th Harry potter and I really Had this need to write this sooo here it goes enjoy!
Chapter one: What really happened
A few days before the match against Ravenclaw, Harry found himself walking down to dinner alone from the common room, Ron having rushed off into a nearby bathroom to throw up yet again, and Hermione having dashed off to see Professor Vector about a mistake she thought she might have made in her last Arithmancy essay. More then anything, Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder's Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoy's tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys' bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle.
Harry only stopped staring at this unlikely coupling when he walked right into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought him out of his reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, he dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below. Outside the bathroom, he pressed his ear against the door. He could not hear anything. He very quietly pushed the door open.
Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.
"Don't," crooned Moaning Myrtle's voice from one of the cubicles. "Don't… tell me what's wrong… I can help you…."
"No one can help me," said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. "I can't do it…. I can't…. It won't work… and unless I do it soon… he says he'll kill me…."
And Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was carrying- actually crying- tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked into the mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy's hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! And flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another-
"No! No! Stop it!" squealed Moaning Myrtle her voice echoing loudly around tiled room. "Stop! STOP!"
There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy's ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Harry slipped as Malfoy, his face contorted ,cried, "Cruci-"
"SACTUMSEMPRA!" bellowed Harry from the floor, waving his wand wildly.
The spell hit Malfoy's Crucio curse dissolved it and backfired. Harry saw the curse coming but he couldn't do anything about it. The spell hit Harry strait in the chest. At first Harry couldn't feel anything and then a pain spread from where the curse had hit to the rest of his body. The last thing Harry saw was Draco Malfoy's slightly smug, slightly worried face.