I awoke to the sight of Ron looking down, into my face. Glancing out the window, I saw a crisp autumn day awaiting me. The window was in an odd spot, but I guess I was twisting around at night.
"Get out of the girls room, Ron," I said groggily. He looked at me quizzically-I wonder why. My body felt as if, during the night, it had been beaten by bludgers. I wasn't that far off.
"Come on, just because last night we were experimenting on the quidditch equipment with Fr…"
"What?!" I screamed, surprised that my voice wasn't screechy and rather deeper than usual. Hmm, I thought, I must be getting a sore throat. Wait. Oh man. Ron, window, voice, bludgers? I'm in a guy's body! I look down. Whew! Fully dressed.
Ron obviously didn't sense the shock in my, or rather, the body's face, so he continued, speaking slowly as though I didn't understand him. "We (pause) put (pause) spells (pause) on (pause) cannonballs (pause) to (pause) make (pause) them (pause) fly (pause) like (pause) bludgers (pause) in (pause) our (pause) game ,(pause) yesterday. Sheesh, Harry! Good thing you dressed last night." Very good thing I'm dressed. Hold on. Pause. Rewind. Harry?! " We're gonna be late to Kings Cross again if you don't hurry." I groaned: if I'm in Harry's body, is he in mine? And I didn't even change ahead of time.
" Harry!" I screamed. Ron burst out laughing, "You're Harry," he sputtered between chuckles.