A/N: this is a story I thought of one day, and I thought it would be good to post it on FF

A/N: this is a story I thought of one day, and I thought it would be good to post it on FF.N (I do a lot of thinking, don't I? ::think, think, think::)

I really hope you out there like it, so tell me what you think of it in your reviews, okay? Thanx! =) Also, we will be making a guest appearance from Aria* ::clap, clap, clap::

Hi! I'm spending the day at Carolyn's house, so I'm being her beta-reader. Also, as her computer isn't working, she has to use mine, and so is at my mercy. ::laughs sadistically:: Eh, sorry about that . . . Anyhoozle, enjoy the fic!

Disclaimer: the Soul Switching potion belongs to me, and so does the name of the Muggle Studies professor. The field trip belongs to me as well, as does the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K.

1

The Making of the Potion

"Double Potions with Slytherins, again?" whined Hermione.

"Not like we have any choice," grumbled Harry.

"Those #$&^*&* Slytherins! The past fifteen potions have been doubled with those %$&%^* fifth year Slytherins!" cursed Ron.

"I suppose it's Snape's new way to torture us," said Harry as they walked off to the dungeons. As they arrived and took their seats, Snape began a lecture on the properties of Soul Switching Potions.

"Now, today class we will be making Soul Switching Potions," said Snape rather menacingly.

Neville squeaked.

"If this potion goes wrong in any way, shape, or form, the results could be disastrous." At this point, Neville had fainted. "Someone get this boy out of my sight!" Snape spat.

Hermione quickly knelt down next to Neville, muttering, "Enervate." Neville's eyes opened slowly, and he scrambled back into his seat, blushing, as Hermione returned to her own chair.

"A point from Gryffindor," said Snape coldly, then continued his potions lecture as though nothing had happened. "The way this potion works is, if you pour a potion into two people's drinks, and the two drink at the same time, the effect will be more or less like a permanent Polyjuice Potion – the two people will be in each other's bodies – permanently. So be very, very, VERY careful how you use this.

"Add one tail feather of an augury, six Bowtruckle feet, three Chizpurfle fangs, one pair of Doxy wings, four whiskers of a Kneazle, and three drops of dragon milk. Everyone got that? Because if you don't I will be very nasty –" ("Nastier is more like it," muttered Ron) " – and take away points."

Snape set them to brewing the potion. After complimenting Draco Malfoy's solution, criticizing poor Neville's horribly, and taking another point from Gryffindor because Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were having a whispered conversation, Snape announced that the class was over. "You will each keep a small vial of the potion. Class dismissed."

Harry tucked the Soul Switching potion into his robes, wondering why they could possibly be keeping a potion Snape had said was so dangerous.

Now Potions was over, and the Gryffindors rushed out into the entrance hall, very happy to get away.

"Hey, look," said Hermione, catching Harry's sleeve. Both boys turned as Hermione pointed to the notice board, saying, "A Muggle Studies field trip! It's all about observing Muggle living habits in rural England. It's open to any students who want to go, and you know it'll be a wonderful learning experience."

Ron rolled his eyes, but Harry gave him a look, mouthing 'just humor her'. Ron frowned, but nodded reluctantly.

The real reason Harry was willing to go on a Muggle Studies field trip was that with Voldemort back, there had been increased restrictions on the castle, and Harry wanted a chance to get out. "Okay, Hermione, we'll go," said Harry aloud. Hermione beamed at him, and Ron gave him a disbelieving look.

And so, the following afternoon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all walking down the tree-lined street of a Muggle town, along with what seemed to be all of Hogwarts' fifth years, exempting the Slytherins.

The Muggle Studies professor, Professor Foster, was standing in front of a tutor-style house and giving a droning lecture on the importance of electricity. Hermione was hanging on his every word, Ron seemed to be daydreaming about some Quidditch maneuver, and Harry was looking around the street, quite bored.

Suddenly a glint of silver caught his eye. Making sure Professor Foster wasn't looking his way, Harry walked over to the silver thing and picked it up.

It was a Time-Turner.

Wondering how it could possibly have gotten to a Muggle street, Harry slipped the Time-Turner  around his neck. Might come in useful someday, he thought, ignoring the little voice in the back of his head that was telling that however useful a Time-Turner might be, having one around your neck was a very stupid idea.

Harry turned back to the group. Professor Foster had finished his electricity lecture, and was now leading the group on down the street. As Harry turned to follow, a Ravenclaw he didn't know bumped into him quite forcefully.

Harry was knocked backwards. He had a few seconds to glimpse the Time-Turner spinning wildly, and then he felt his head crash against pavement, and everything went dark.

When Harry awoke, it was early evening. There was a horrible pounding in his head, but it faded rapidly and Harry stood up, if a bit unsteadily, his mind a jumble as he tried to remember how he could possibly have gotten from his dormitory to a Muggle street. What in the world am I doing here? I thought I'd just got back to Hogwarts . . . classes were going to start tomorrow . . .

Shaking his head, Harry looked around, seeing a house in front of him. Lights were on in the house, and Harry, seeing nothing to lose and needing to know where he was, walked up to the house and knocked on the door.

After a little while, the door opened. Standing in the doorway was a girl, about eleven years old . . . dark red hair . . . bright green eyes . . . a face Harry had seen in countless photos. Harry felt his voice catch in his throat.

It was Lily Evans, his mum.

A/N#2: this is the first chapter of my story. It's also the first story I've written on FF.N, so please review, and be nice. Oh, and note to all flamers, don't say 'this story sucked' or something unoriginal like that. Instead, go to Topaz's fic "The Confessions Booth", where she has the perfect example of a horrible, nasty flame. It'll probably help.