Oops..
By Nekomi
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline :)
Author's notes: This is the outcome of a phone conversation at 11:30 PM with a crazy friend.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Prologue:
It was a bright, sunny, cheerful weekend afternoon at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft
and wizardry. The giant squid was propelling itself lazily across the lake, students were
pausing from their Charms homework to converse with their fellows about the latest in
Quiddich supplies, and a certain three students, two boys and a girl, were in an
abandoned girls bathroom, doing a little extra-curricular work.
Hermione looked into the fizzling cauldron, broiling merrily over an open flame in the
toilet Moaning Myrtle haunted. Myrtle, Harry, and Ron stared, waiting for a status report
on the latest batch of mischief they were brewing. Or, more correctly, Harry and Ron
looked at the cauldron, and Myrtle looked at Harry.
The potion suddenly turned a sickly green and began bubbling, spitting, and making rude
noises.
"It's nearly ready!" Exclaimed a thrilled Hermione. Ron mused momentarily on the
potion they were working on. It was supposed to enable telekinesis between two people.
As Hermione was the one doing most of the spell and was the most exited about it, she
was one of those two. Ron had already explained to Harry that there were certain
thoughts he didn't particularly care for Hermione to "overhear", specifically those
concerning her, and Harry had been decided as the other of the pair.
Ron was awaked from his musing when a loud plop was heard from the direction of the
cauldron. He looked up to see Hermione wiping remnants of a dragon scale off her hands
on her cloak.
"It's ready." She announced, holding up two flasks and allowing Harry to ladle the potion
into them.
Harry and Hermione looked at their flasks, at each other, then at Ron.
"Well, here goes nothing!"
The pair in question joined hands, closed eyes, muttered a Latin incantation, and drank
the potion simultaneously with each other.
Harry felt a tingly sensation run through his body, and nervously attempted to think 'at'
Hermione. It didn't work.
"Shoot. I guess-" Harry stopped mid-sentence. That wasn't his voice. "What the..?"
Harry opened his eyes, and found himself face to face with.. himself.
"Aaahh!!" Shrieked a deep-voiced Hermione from Harry's body, upon opening her eyes
and looking at herself. She ran out of the stall and looked in the mirror.
"I'm you! What!! Something went wrong.."
Ron, confused looked from Harry/Hermione to Hermione/Harry. ((to make things
simpler, names will be spirit/body- so Harry/Hermione would be Harry in Hermione's
body. Try to follow me here. Things might get confusing, especially with pronouns. I
think that we'll just keep with the minds gender, so Harry/Hermione would be referred to
as male.))
"What's wrong? Harry?"
"No, I'm Hermione!" A very nervous sounding Hermione/Harry said semi-calmly.
Harry/Hermione, who seemed to be taking the change a bit more lightly, looked down at
his new body.
"I think.. that we did something wrong." He said bluntly.
Hermione/Harry wrung her hands. "We're stuck like this until I can find a counter-
spell.."
By Nekomi
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline :)
Author's notes: This is the outcome of a phone conversation at 11:30 PM with a crazy friend.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Prologue:
It was a bright, sunny, cheerful weekend afternoon at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft
and wizardry. The giant squid was propelling itself lazily across the lake, students were
pausing from their Charms homework to converse with their fellows about the latest in
Quiddich supplies, and a certain three students, two boys and a girl, were in an
abandoned girls bathroom, doing a little extra-curricular work.
Hermione looked into the fizzling cauldron, broiling merrily over an open flame in the
toilet Moaning Myrtle haunted. Myrtle, Harry, and Ron stared, waiting for a status report
on the latest batch of mischief they were brewing. Or, more correctly, Harry and Ron
looked at the cauldron, and Myrtle looked at Harry.
The potion suddenly turned a sickly green and began bubbling, spitting, and making rude
noises.
"It's nearly ready!" Exclaimed a thrilled Hermione. Ron mused momentarily on the
potion they were working on. It was supposed to enable telekinesis between two people.
As Hermione was the one doing most of the spell and was the most exited about it, she
was one of those two. Ron had already explained to Harry that there were certain
thoughts he didn't particularly care for Hermione to "overhear", specifically those
concerning her, and Harry had been decided as the other of the pair.
Ron was awaked from his musing when a loud plop was heard from the direction of the
cauldron. He looked up to see Hermione wiping remnants of a dragon scale off her hands
on her cloak.
"It's ready." She announced, holding up two flasks and allowing Harry to ladle the potion
into them.
Harry and Hermione looked at their flasks, at each other, then at Ron.
"Well, here goes nothing!"
The pair in question joined hands, closed eyes, muttered a Latin incantation, and drank
the potion simultaneously with each other.
Harry felt a tingly sensation run through his body, and nervously attempted to think 'at'
Hermione. It didn't work.
"Shoot. I guess-" Harry stopped mid-sentence. That wasn't his voice. "What the..?"
Harry opened his eyes, and found himself face to face with.. himself.
"Aaahh!!" Shrieked a deep-voiced Hermione from Harry's body, upon opening her eyes
and looking at herself. She ran out of the stall and looked in the mirror.
"I'm you! What!! Something went wrong.."
Ron, confused looked from Harry/Hermione to Hermione/Harry. ((to make things
simpler, names will be spirit/body- so Harry/Hermione would be Harry in Hermione's
body. Try to follow me here. Things might get confusing, especially with pronouns. I
think that we'll just keep with the minds gender, so Harry/Hermione would be referred to
as male.))
"What's wrong? Harry?"
"No, I'm Hermione!" A very nervous sounding Hermione/Harry said semi-calmly.
Harry/Hermione, who seemed to be taking the change a bit more lightly, looked down at
his new body.
"I think.. that we did something wrong." He said bluntly.
Hermione/Harry wrung her hands. "We're stuck like this until I can find a counter-
spell.."