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Summary: A failed ritual screws everyone over. No Slash.

Disclaimer: THIS FANFIC IS AU! Please don't pick on details I might get wrong (like what the horcruxes are or how many horcruxes they have, or that my idea of London is not exactly London etc.) Fanfics are AU to some extent. Otherwise, they wouldn't be called Fanfics. Some OOCs. I HAVE SHORT CHAPTERS!

A/N: HnD = Harry in Draco's Body

DnH = Draco in Harry's Body

Chapter Two: Converging Paths

(Just so there's no confusion, Harry is in Draco's body [HnD])

Harry woke up shackled to a table. He could see a lot of blood around him, mostly stemming from his chest. As he looked down, he saw a runic circle on his chest, near where his heart would be. He also noticed some scars which he doesn't remember ever getting.

"Glad to see you finally awake Draco, or is it demon?" a voice that Harry recognized as Voldemort said. Draco? What is he talking about? Harry wondered.

"You must be tired. If we can trust you not to try and escape then we'll let you go." Lucius said with a croaky voice. He seemed to have screamed a lot in the past, well, past minute? Past hour? Harry didn't really know. Harry just nodded. It wasn't time for Gryffindor heroics. Besides, the last time I let my Gryffindor tendencies take over, Sirius lost his life.

It's not your fault you know. We can't reach Sirius, but I'm sure he'll tell you that it's not your fault if you ever meet him. James said. Harry was reminded of his father, who sent him feelings of love and care which he gratefully accepted.

Harry was released from the table. He was just going to take a step forward when he fell down on the floor.

"Ooh little icky Draco is still weak," Bellatrix teased as she cackled madly. Harry glared at her which caused Voldemort to cast a silencing spell on her, just after he crucio-ed her.

"Bella, be careful we still don't know if he's Draco or the demon."

Demon? Dad, what's happening?

I don't know. But I think they might have summoned a demon, and got you and I instead. I wonder where Draco Malfoy is though.

Lucius called a house-elf, who helped Harry get cleaned and settled in his, well Draco's, bed. Harry shook his head at the sight of Draco's room. It was very big, cold and intimidating; just a step above a glorified dungeon. If anything, it reminded Harry of his cupboard, except Draco's cupboard was huge. There was no sign of any of Draco's likes, like Quidditch and whatever else he likes. It looked like a guest room; filled with books and way too neat to be a teenager's room. But then again, the guest room would probably better, with softer pillows and mattresses. Draco's bed was way too stiff, Harry thought. He was used to poor living conditions though, so it was ok. I can't believe Draco lives like this. He's so rich but he must be really uncomfortable in his own house. No wonder he's such a git.

Harry fell into exhausted sleep thereafter.

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(Draco in Harry's body [DnH])

The happenings of the previous night has mellowed down Draco. His ideal world of purebloods and Voldemort was shattered when his father decided that he was less important than Voldemort. It was shattered when "family above all" was broken. It was shattered when he realized that he didn't really have anyone who truly cared for him.

"Boy, come down here and make us breakfast!" A thundering voice boomed.

Who's that? Draco asked.

Harry's uncle. Try to do what he says, less painful that way.

I really am Potter now? Draco asked for the nth time since waking up.

Yes.

And you really are his mum?

Yes.

And you're really a fallen angel?

Yes! I cannot lie! I'm an angel, despite being a fallen one. You're worse than a toddler!

Draco sighed.

Sorry. Draco said contritely, surprising Lily. She mellowed and said I'm sorry too. I'm just exhausted and confused. I still don't understand why you're you and at the same time, you're not.

You and me both. Draco replied.

"Boy! What's taking you so long?"

Draco, you need to go down and try to act normally and follow their orders. Trust me, it's less painful that way.

Why can't you just save me?

I'm a fallen angel. I can possibly block out the pain, but only for a limited amount of time. Now, please, go down and silently too. Try to be more respectful.

Draco could feel her seriousness, but still couldn't wrap his head around having to cook breakfast for the Dursleys. In his head, Potter was an arrogant pompous git who got handed everything on a silver platter.

How do I do this? I can't cook!

Let me take over. This much I can do. Though, if he does punish you, I won't be able to help since I'll be recharging my limited magic.

Draco reluctantly agreed. If he screws up the breakfast, he'll surely get punished, from the sounds of it. He didn't want to risk getting hurt so early, especially since he knew he'd probably wake up aching.

The first time you get a chance, run away. Lily advised as she cooked, or rather, as 'Harry' cooked.

Without a wand?

Basically, unless you know how to pick locks. Lily said.

I do.

You do? Lily asked. Muggle locks?

I learned from a young age. Draco replied, not wanting to say anymore. It was part of Lucius' anti-claustrophobia lessons. Malfoys are supposed to be the epitome of perfection. They do not fear anything. When Lucius learned of Draco's claustrophobia he set out to fix the problem. He would lock Draco into a small room, well box is more like it from the size of it. He was given no help. Lucius forbade the elves to help and stopped Narcissa from helping as well. What more is that, he'd beat the small Draco if he found any evidence that he had been crying. Draco learned not to cry very early on.

The only comfort he had was the snacks the house-elves snuck to him.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the house-elves, I would probably not have been able to survive my father. I'm such a git. But they're house-elves. Arg. Draco, get a hold of yourself! Draco ranted.

Lily hid a smile. Draco isn't such a bad kid. He's just misguided. It's not a surprise either, with Bellatrix and Lucius as role models.

You know the first sign of insanity is talking to yourself? Lily teased.

Hush you dilapidated angel.

Lily just laughed.

There was a few moments of silence until Draco said, You have a nice laugh. I love my mother dearly, but Potter is lucky to have you as his mum.

Is that a compliment? Lily teased with a slight smile.

I didn't say anything! Draco immediately replied.

Draco missed Lily's sad smile as she (mentally) looked at Draco. Draco was just like Harry. They're different sides of the same coin, split apart and sent to two different factions: light and dark.

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