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Wizard Switch

Chapter 2

Dumbledore or Harry?

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Harry groggily tried to open his eyes. Everything was bleary, and he felt dizzy. He felt as though all the power was drained from his body. Slowly, the world started coming to focus.

"Where am I?" he muttered to himself.

He strained his brain to remember, and then it all came back to him. He'd gotten a very strange sensation, and it had kept growing stronger until he couldn't bear it any longer. He had been in front of the common room door, about to give the portrait of the Fat Lady the password. But as he looked around, he realized he wasn't in Gryffindor Tower at all. A familiar stone gargoyle stood in front of him.

Dumbledore's office? He thought, confused. But I didn't come here!

Suddenly he was aware of his hands. He gasped; these were not his hands, they much larger than his, for one, and the fingers were very long.

And then he saw the beard.

A long, white beard was attached to his chin and came down to his waist.

Harry started trembling.

He wasn't wearing his black robes, instead, emerald green robes with stars and moons embossed upon them.

My God! He thought. His heart was hammering hard onto his chest. There was one last thing to do, to make sure.

Slowly, with trembling hands, he reached up to his head and felt his forehead.

The scar wasn't there.

Harry's eyes widened as he let the shocking truth sink in. Somehow, in some unbelievable way, he had assumed the body of Albus Dumbledore.

The only potion that Harry knew could do this was the Polyjuice Potion. But he was sure he hadn't taken any, and he'd need a part of the person he was going to become to make it anyway. Harry's heart was still

thumping fast, and he racked his brains for an explanation.

The dungeons, the potions. Oh my God! I knocked over Brain Potion and Polyjuice Potion and they mixed together. But I didn't drink any!

Could it be? Had the two potions mixed and created this reaction? But then, why had he turned into Dumbledore specifically and not someone else?

The footsteps. Someone was entering the dungeon.

But then his mind blocked. He couldn't think of another single rational thing. He kicked the stone gargoyle hard in frustration. Too hard, actually. Not having been used to control his new body yet, he staggered with the pain in his foot, and before he knew it, he had toppled with a painful thud to the floor.

"AAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGGH!! YEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWCH!" he screamed, in a deep voice just like Dumbledore's. It freaked him out so much that he started screaming again.

Suddenly he heard quick footsteps coming toward him. He looked up to see Professor McGonagall gaping at him with a bemused expression on her face.

Uh- oh.

"Albus! What on earth has happened? Why are you lying on the floor like that? Why did you scream?"

There was the sound of more footsteps as Professor Lupin( he had returned to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts) came running.

" What happened, Minerva? Who screamed? Why did you-" He broke off as he caught sight of Harry on the floor.

"What happened, Headmaster?" he asked, bewildered.

The two professors were still staring at him as though he was mad. He had to say something.

"Er- I fell."

" You fell?" repeated McGonagall skeptically.

"Yeah."

"yeah??" said the two professors at the same time.

Oops. What would Dumbledore say?

"Now really, pro- er, Minerva, Remus. I'm quite all right. I just tripped that's all. Do calm yourselves."

"Right," said Minerva awkwardly.

"Er, professor," began Lupin. "Are you quite sure you're alright?" he said, casting a puzzled glance at McGonagall.

"Oh, yes. Perfectly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to."

He made to enter the office, then realized he didn't know the new password. Having no choice, he turned around and walked off, not knowing where exactly, perhaps to find the real Dumbledore.

* * *

Dumbledore could hear loud noises and commotion going around him. What happened? He thought. He remembered that he had blackened out just as the feeling had become too much to bear. But he didn't seem to be on the ground, so he couldn't have fainted. He realized that his body felt different, somehow. He immediately noticed that he was standing, not before his office entrance, but in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady which guarded-

The Gryffindor Common Room, he mused. How did I get here? There must be some rational explanation, of course.

Suddenly, the common room door swung open and he found himself face to face with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. He opened his mouth to greet them, but before he could say anything, Hermione burst out, "Harry! What happened? Did Snape keep you that long?"

Dumbledore looked around him, a little puzzled. He was quite certain he hadn't seen Harry Potter anywhere around them.

"Hey, Harry, what is it? Why didn't you answer?" said Ron. To Dumbledore's shock, Ron was looking directly at him. It can't be, he thought. Suddenly he caught sight of his reflection in a corridor mirror. Staring back at him was Harry Potter.

Dumbledore's mind started whirling madly. What? How? When? Where? The feeling- the crash- the- towel??

He pinched himself. No, he wasn't dreaming. There he was; his head was covered with messy black hair, and his emerald eyes shone brightly beneath his glasses. He was wearing the black Hogwarts robes.

He realized that Ron and Hermione were still staring at him, waiting for an explanation. "Oh, hello," he said. "Sorry, I was- thinking of something."

"You're- you're not even angry? I would have thought you'd be furious by now," said Ron, sounding confused.

Angry? Angry of what?

"Er-," he began, but thankfully he was interrupted as Hermione cried, "Neville! Are you okay? I hope you're still not devastated. I mean, he's not worth it, you know."

Thoroughly confused, Dumbledore turned around to see a tearstained Neville Longbottom approaching them.

Ron was speaking. " Anyways, this time Snape's gone too far. Neville and Harry, you should tell Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was thinking fast. If he had Harry's body, did it mean that Harry had his?

"Yes, that's exactly what we should do," he said on an impulse. If they went, he would find out it Harry had changed too.

"Not now, though," squeaked Neville in a tiny voice. " We've got Transfiguration."

"Alright," said Dumbledore.

Neville looked as though he were hesitating, then said, "Thanks, Harry. I know I stood up for you, but you- you REALLY stood up for me. Like- like a true friend. And you got into trouble for it." He looked on the verge of tears.

Dumbledore figured he should play along, in the least, even though he hadn't the faintest idea about what had happened between them and Severus.

"Anytime, Neville. And thank you for standing up for me."

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