Ron was surprised how early he woke up, but, then again, it was the last day of class before break and he had to make the most of it. He scowled, remembering that he wasn't spending the holiday at school, like he wanted to, because Dumbledore was making Harry go home. Hermione was heading home too, but after the holiday, she was joining him at the Burrow until school started back up. He stretched, trying to focus on what kind of "benefits" today's goodbye might reap for him without thinking about the several weeks following when he wouldn't see Hermione at all. Then, all thoughts of Hermione fled his mind. Something was wrong. He couldn't quite finger it, but he felt…restricted. He sat up. Yes, something was definitely very wrong. He pushed the curtain of the four-poster open became even more confused. Everything was blurry. He held his hand up in front of his face. It was a bit tanner than he remembered it…and his pajamas fit a little too well. He managed to identify glasses on the bedside table next to a wand. He was starting to have a sneaking suspicion. He put the glasses on, clearing his vision, and saw Harry's copy of Fantastic Beasts on the table, too. It had to be Harry's copy, because Ron didn't have one, they shared. An involuntary yelp escaped his throat and confirmed his suspicion, that yelp was not his own, but that of his best friend. He was in Harry's body!

Yelping, however, had the side effect of bringing Seamus over to the bed to make sure he was okay. His mind raced. Alright, so he was in Harry's body. This definitely fell under "weird stuff happening to Harry" since it clearly suggested that Harry wasn't in Harry's body. Speaking of which, where was Harry? Ron could only hope Harry was in his body, since that, at least, didn't leave anyone without a body…or a…soul? Anyway, as "weird stuff happening to Harry" this was something he had to pretend wasn't happening. Well, that's easy enough to say! This isn't like pretending Harry didn't have a seizure in the middle of DADA. Well, actually, this is easier, isn't it? I just have to be Harry. Right.

"You all right, Harry?" Seamus' question caught him off-guard, he'd forgotten the Irishman was there.

Think Ron. What would Harry say? What does Harry sound like? Why would Harry randomly yelp just getting out of bed? "Erm…" Think of something!! "Yeah…just…" Just what, you idiot? "uh…stubbed my toe, that's all." Well, that's something. Not a very convincing something, but something. Wow it's weird to hear Harry's voice say what I'm thinking.

It didn't really look like Seamus bought it. "All right then. See you at breakfast!" The other boy left anyway, probably used to Harry acting a little strange; Ron was used to it, shouldn't everyone else be by now?

Unsure what to do next, he went and ahead and wandered into the bathroom, realizing halfway there that he was walking toward himself. Cripes, this is weird. Cor, I'm tall! He stood next to himself at the sinks, only coming up to his own shoulder. I can't even think straight about this, only coming up to my own shoulder… He busily started to brush Harry's teeth and comb his hair, finally starting to sympathize about the whole "unruly hair" thing. He almost felt bad for shouting at him so often for taking so long in the mirror before breakfast. He couldn't help but glance at himself every once in a while though. He assumed Harry was in there, in Ron's body, but he knew he couldn't say anything about it while other people might hear him.

Finally, the other boy turned and spoke to him. "Ron?"

Could it really be Harry? "H-Harry?"

"Oh, thank Merlin, it's you. I was worried it would be more complicated."

I really think it is pretty complicated already. I really have to crane my neck back to look myself in the eye, this is so weird. "Harry? You're short." Okay, that was kinda stupid to say, but I'm under duress here!

"Yes, Ron, I always have been short, thanks for noticing now. I'm assuming you've considered already that this needs to be kept quiet. I'm hoping we can get it fixed almost immediately. So, we're going to breakfast and then we're going to Dumbledore's office. You can't let it slip at breakfast, we have to pretend to be each other."

Well, that's not going to be easy. And I think we're missing something major here. "But, how did we get like this? Did someone slip us polyjuice potion?"

"No, you know that's only temporary, and you would have noticed that flavor, remember how horrible it tasted? Not to mention the racking pains when you change. I don't think that's what it was."

Yeah, taking the potion was a pretty horrible experience all around, especially because it had bits of Crabbe and Goyle in it. "Good, because as much as you're my mate and all, I really don't want to be eating anything that might have your fingernails in it."

"Um…thanks, I think. Anyway, we have to go to breakfast. Remember, you're me, and I'm you, until we get to Dumbledore. Okay?"

I can do that, can't I? Ron nodded. "Right."