Wizard Switch

A/N : I finally decided to continue this. It's been like a year, so you probably won't even remember it, but I'm hoping for new readers who'll start from the beginning. There are a couple of minor mistakes in some of the other chapters, like when I called Professor Sprout a he, I didn't mention that the Polyjuice Potion that had spilled was just the same as any Polyjuice Potion except that it doesn't have a piece or hair of anyone, and there was a little confusion on the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Just ignore those, thanks a lot. Okay, I'm boring you, get on with the story and enjoy!

Anything in these * * are thoughts, or anything I would put in italics.

Chapter 9 Only a Minute

Harry stared at the woman before him. "Did- did they mention what it's about?" "No," she snapped. "Go and you'll find out. I would advise you to hurry as much as you can." With that, she stalked off, leaving Harry staring after her.

A second later, he was speeding down the corridors and past staircases to the dungeons. He was panting heavily as he approached the Potions classroom door and knocked resoundingly.

"Come on in, Harry," came Dumbledore's voice from inside. He pushed open the door to find himself facing a scowling Snape and a worried looking Dumbledore.

"Is...something..wrong?" gasped Harry between breaths.

Snape glared at him. "What in God's name have you done, Potter?!"

"Now, now, Severus, it's not his fault. Let the boy catch his breath," said Dumbledore calmly. He was carefully examining a cauldron full of what looked like the switching potion. "Harry," he said a couple of moments later. "Are you sure nothing else was spilled that time when the bottles broke?"

Harry frowned. "No, I'm pretty sure it was only Brain Potion and Polyjuice."

"Was there anything else on the towel, or on your hands, when you used it?"

"No, the towel was clean before I used it, and there was nothing on my hands besides the spilled potions." He hesitated. "Why?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Professor Snape made some more of the potion you discovered. We decided to try it and see if we'd switch. We got a piece of parchment, poured a couple of drops on it, and we both touched it. But it didn't work."

Harry's eyes widened. "Maybe- maybe you put some of the wrong potion by mistake, or-"

" I assure you Potter, we used exactly two kinds of potions: Brain and Polyjuice, without a piece of anyone of course, as I had left mine here in this classroom," growled Snape.

Harry wondered why they had tried the potion again in the first place, but didn't dare ask. He looked silently at the two men, wondering what they wanted from him.

"Did you know that some potions, particularly ones discovered by accident, only work on the creator?" asked Dumbledore suddenly. "It is a strange kind of unsolved magic, and nobody knows why."

Harry frowned. "Are you saying that this potion only works on me?"

"And whoever you switch with, of course. But yes, that is what I suspect; there is no other explanation. We have yet to be sure, though."

"Oh." *Don't tell me they're going to experiment on me! I had enough of that potion.not that I minded being Headmaster for a while.*

"Which is why," continued Dumbledore. "We need you to try that potion again. It's perfectly safe, we have the Reverse right here, - he glanced at the vial lying on the desk- and it'll only be for a minute."

Harry ran a hand through his hair absently. "So you and I will switch again?"

"Yes," Snape answered for Dumbledore. "I wouldn't be you for even half a second."

Harry glared at him but didn't say anything.

"Actually...," said Dumbledore. The two younger people stared at him. *No, it can't be, God wouldn't do this to me,* Harry reassured himself.

"Actually.what?" Snape asked slowly.

"I would prefer if-"

*God likes me too much. He wouldn't do this to me. I'm the Boy Who Lived, right?*

"-if you and Harry switch instead."

*God hates me.*

"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Snape. "With *all* my respect Headmaster, I am *not*. Switching.Bodies... With. That.. Son .. Of.. . A-"

" *As* I said," Dumbledore cut him off. "It will only take a minute, and it will be in no way permanent. You two need to switch because Harry and I have already switched before, and we want to see if it works on different people if we want to proceed with our.plan," he glanced meaningfully at Snape.

This had an effect on Snape for some reason. "All right," he said grudgingly, leaving Harry horrified.

"Harry?" said Dumbledore quietly.

It looked like he had no choice. He nodded cautiously and swallowed. "Only a minute, right?"

"Only a minute," Dumbledore smiled.

Snape was getting a piece of parchment from his drawer. Harry watched as Dumbledore used a small beaker to take some potion from the cauldron, and then poured some on the parchment. "You first, Harry."

He slowly reached out his hand and rubbed it against the now wet parchment. Snape followed and did the same.

The familiar dizzy, strange feeling came over Harry, and he felt the changes inside him again. Snape had a strange expression on his face as the same thing happened to him. Then everything went black. Dumbledore watched closely. A few moments later, they both regained consciousness.

Harry was now standing by the cauldron, and Snape was standing where Harry had been. He raised a shaky arm, only to find himself examining a long, pale hand with long pale fingers. He caught his reflection in a plate of silver on the desk, and what he saw made him want to gag; Severus Snape's beetle black eyes stared back at him.

Snape didn't seem too happy with the body he had acquired either. *Oh, crap, the scowl he's wearing is completely ruining my handsome face* Harry thought miserably. He touched a finger to the greasy hair hanging in front of him and immediately drew it away as though it were something repulsive. Which in his opinion it was.

"You should be honored to even be near that hair," Snape twisted Harry's face into a sneer, making Harry wince. "Don't do that to my face," the boy said helplessly. Beside them, Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling.

"I'll do whatever I please. And about that hair, at least it's better than this blob of black spikes you seem to have gotten on your skull," Snape said unpleasantly.

Harry narrowed his eyes and ignored him. "Professor Dumbledore, it worked, as you can see. Can we switch back now?" he asked innocently.

The old man chuckled. "Of course, there now it'll be over in a se- what on Earth?-"

Snape, who had been trying to walk with his new body, had just stumbled into Harry, who cried out and staggered against a chair, knocking it over. The chair hit the desk with full force, causing everything on it to jump..including a certain little vial-

-which just happened to be lying on the edge of the desk.

Three pairs of eyes followed the vial with horror as it started falling, falling, falling... Suddenly Harry was jolted from his senses, and he leapt across the floor to catch it, but he wasn't in his snitch- catching body anymore.

The glass item crashed to the floor and broke into hundreds of little pieces, losing along with it the Reverse potion which had been going to switch Harry and Snape back.

A/N: Another cliffie! Sorry that was so short, I'm kinda in a hurry. And for all you Snape- lovers out there, I'm sorry!

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