Hey, real short, it's kind of a go between. This isn't where I was originally planning to go with this chapter. I was half way through a different version of this chapter, when the idea struck me. So here it is, and I hope you enjoy it. Warning: there is swearing in this chapter.

My head is pounding and the bright light is a fucking nuisance. What in the bloody hell happened to me? It feels like I've been run over by a hippogriff! I look around the room, frantic. The too bright walls and the pathetic Hallmark cards were a dead giveaway. I was in a hospital. Why? I was pretty damn sure I was dead the night before.

"Nurse!" I yell out. My voice is scratchy. I look around for a cup of water but there isn't any. The mediwitch comes bustling into the room and hands me a small cup of water. I drink it, revelling in the feel of the cool water running down my burning throat.

"Why in the bloody hell am I in a hospital?" I ask, my voice sounded off to me.

"You've had a heart attack mister Potter."

"Heart attack? Potter?" I ask, sitting up in bed. What the hell? I stand up to tell the woman that she should get sacked for mixing up her patients. I sneer at her and stand up into her space and realize that I don't remember being this short.

"I assure you that I am not nor ever will be a Potter miss," I look at her name tag, "Maryweather. I will however have a word with your supervisor. It is not professional to get your patients mixed up."

The mediwitch looks confused and walks over to the chart in front of my bed. She reads it and looks up at me. I stare at her in the eyes. She looks up at me but instead of looking at me in the eyes she looks at my forehead. Fucking coward.

"Um... uh... I'll be right back sir." I glare at her and sit down on the bed. I run my hand (which is attached to an IV) through my hair. I pull my hand quickly away. I don't remember my hair ever being this short. Why in Merlin's beard would they cut my hair? I walk into the bathroom, dragging the IV with me (which was extremely annoying) and closed the door behind me. I look into the mirror and jump back in surprise whipping my body to look behind me, ready for a fight. But there's no one there, it's only me. I slowly look into the mirror again.

"Bloody hell." I say, touching my forehead. Before I can even process this, the door whips open.

"Harry!" A distraught red head wraps her arms around me. My thought process comes screeching to a halt. Wait... Harry? I push her away from me.

"Harry?" She says in a hurt tone. I open my mouth when I see two kids looking at me curiously. My mouth drops as I look at them. I stumble away from the red head and sit down on the hospital bed.

Albus POV

Dad looks really... weird. The word itself can't even describe how he's acting right now. He's just staring at James and I.

"Dad?" James is the first to speak as he walks up to him. Dad just stares at him in the eyes. His mouth is hanging open like a fish out of water. His head slowly turns to me and his eyes widen. Mum is looking at dad funny.

"Harry, are you alright?" She turns to the doctor.

"Is it normal for cardio patients to have amnesia?" She whispers, but the room is so quiet that we all hear it. Dad looks at mum confused and then it seems a light has turned on in his head.

"Ms. Weasley." He exclaims. Definitely not what I was thinking he was gonna say. Mum frowns and turns again to give the doctor a puzzled look.

"Ms. Weasley, Harry? I haven't been a Weasley for over fifteen years. I'm your wife." She half yells. She turns to the doctor again.

"Is it possible? I mean, maybe the deprivation of the air to his brain caused him to have amnesia." The doctor shakes his head.

"No, this is something else." It seems that the doctor might know more than he is saying. He sighs.

"The spell that was cast on your husband last night most probably has something to do with this. I've read about this once a long time ago, it's a wonder I even remember it. The criminal that the aurors caught didn't invent this spell; it just hasn't been used in centuries. Its purpose, mainly, is to drain a person's magical core. But, it was also known for its negative side effects. It's why it was banned many centuries ago. "

"What is it?" Mum asked impatiently. I wanted to know too. All eyes are on the doctor. He looked like he had just received a Porsch on Christmas morning.

"There are many side effects to the spell, including soul alteration. If the person's magical core becomes depleted to an extreme, the magic will latch onto the closest magical soul in his environment. I don't recall the spells name. But whoever this is, it isn't your husband." Mum's mouth dropped.

"Well, now that that's been settled, how about we get me back to my body, shall we?" My father's voice rang through the quiet room, yet it didn't sound like him.

"Who- who are you?" Mum whispered. James backed up and almost ran to me.

"Come now, Ms. Weasley, you were always bright. Who am I?" He asked her, his eyes piercing into hers. I'd never seen such intensity in my dad's eyes, it was unnerving. Mum's eyes widened comically.

"No, you're dead. This isn't possible. Where's Harry? What did you do to Harry?" Mum was angry. I know I shouldn't say this but... this was totally awesome! I'd never had this much excitement in my life before. James looked at me and it seemed that he was also amused. My dad was smirking at my mum, though it wasn't the friendly, playful smirk he sometimes had, this one was... unnatural.

"Who is it, mum?" I finally asked; the suspense was killing me.

"Professor Snape." She said in a small whisper. Okay, so, this wasn't so awesome anymore.

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