Summary: After being hit by the killing curse for the second time in his young life, Harry finds himself trapped in another body. He finally gets the chance to see how his life would have been like without his popularity, and where is friends loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 13: Magic Hands
They started to spend all their free time in the Library. Hermione was getting to the end of the list of books she wanted to look through. On the other hand, Harry would just look at any book that had the word soul in its title.
They had already searched through all the transfiguration books, and it was starting to get late. Once Harry picked up 1000 ways to find your soul mate, Hermione decided that they both needed a break from studying.
Unbeknown to them, the whole time they were searching together they had an on looker. Ron Weasley was camped out in the library spying on the two so-called friends. Ron thought, "I will not let Hermione be fooled by that liar. Even if she does not want my help, I owe it to Harry's memory to make sure she stays safe."
Ron noticed that they were leaving the confines of the Library, and followed them out. As Neville and Hermione walked together back to the common room, they chatted. 'No,' Ron thought, 'No those two were flirting, and its disgusting.' Ron walked on behind without being noticed because they were too involved with each other. Ron though bitterly, 'When has Neville ever been witty, let alone been able to walk and talk at the same time.' Then his look of jealously became a look of longing as he thought, 'What is it that Hermione sees in him, that's not in me?'
Still talking in a flirtatious manner, Neville and Hermione went into the common room and fell exaltedly onto the couch. Neville flung himself over the whole six-foot couch, and just smiled his winning smile at Hermione. In his eyes, Ron could see that he was challenging Hermione. He just wanted to see what she would do about it, but Hermione raise to the occasion. She too flung herself on the couch, but landed right on top of Neville. Hermione snuggled in closer to the cough to give her more room to relax causing Neville to have to put his arms around her.
Ron walked in and looked around for Neville and Hermione, and to his horror, Hermione was lying in his arms. He went to the back of the common room so that he could still see them, but they would not be able to see him. Now more then ever, Ron was not going to let Hermione be alone with that... that thing. By now, Ron was convened that there was something not right about Neville. He walked differently. He talked differently. For heaven sake, he was able to bet him up. This was not the same Neville that they had to petrify in the first year. He was something else, and Ron wanted to know exactly what that was. Especially now that it had its hand all over his Hermione. His Hermione was just too sweet and trusting, and no matter what happen he wanted to protect her. 'One day,' he thought, 'one day, she will relies all that I have done for her and come for me. Until that day, I will protected my precious.'{That one was for you bob.}
Hermione got out of Neville's hold, and she leaned forward on her kneels massaging her temples. Harry propped his head up on his hand and look at her with a little grin. "Do you have a head ache?" he asked.
She just nodded her head with out moving her hands from her temples. Harry took her hands in his and slowly moved them away from her head. Hermione turned to look in his eyes while he spoke. "Come here and lay against me, and lets see if I can help you feel better."
Hermione complied with out a word only closing her eyes in the process of leaning against him. Harry placed three figures on each of her temples and gently messaged in little circles. As she felt a calm wash over her, Hermione relaxed instantly to his touch.
In a whisper, Hermione asked, "Harry, where did you get these Magical hands."
As a wide grin graces his face, Harry whispered loving into her ear. "I was born with them."
Hermione giggled and said, "No seriously, were did you learn this."
Harry replied still in a whisper so that no one else could hear him, "I use to have to do this for Aunt Petunia when she had a migraines. I guess I got really good after all the practice. "
Hermione smiled and in a normal voice said, "Oh, you are good. You are very good."
Once Ron heard these last words, he was no longer able to hold himself back. Ron rush out of the corner of the common room, and quickly pulling Hermione up from Harry's embrace. Ron glared dangerously at Neville saying, "I don't know who you are any more trying to take advantage of people like that."
Hermione looked at Ron with a scowl and said, "Ron don't be ridicules." Ron looked to her, "Ridicules.. Ridicules, I am not the person that is cuddling all on someone that's mentally unstable here. Since Harry's gone, it's my job to protect you, and I am not going to let some weirdo, get to you."
Neville got up and said, "Ron I am not someone you need to protect her from, or did you forget I can handle myself. Plus, I know for a fact that Harry would not mind us being together."
Ron looked at Neville, but did not speak to him. "Hermione can't you see that's not Neville. Neville does not stand up to Snape. Neville does not fight others, and defiantly, Neville does not seduce girls." Hermione gave Ron a deadly glare at the last statement, yet he kept on. "Hermione can't you see, that this is not Neville."
Hermione looked at him discussed and said, " I don't need you to protect me you know so why don't you go play with your new friends."
Ron held her arm tighter, "No Hermione, I am not going to let this sick prick get his hands on you. Can't you see Neville is no longer among us? This is some demon that has possessed his body."
Harry jumped toward Ron and stated, "What gives you the right to.." Before Harry could finish his sentence Hermione's face lit up.
She excitedly stated in a joyful tone, "That's it", and ran out of the common room with out another word.
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 13: Magic Hands
They started to spend all their free time in the Library. Hermione was getting to the end of the list of books she wanted to look through. On the other hand, Harry would just look at any book that had the word soul in its title.
They had already searched through all the transfiguration books, and it was starting to get late. Once Harry picked up 1000 ways to find your soul mate, Hermione decided that they both needed a break from studying.
Unbeknown to them, the whole time they were searching together they had an on looker. Ron Weasley was camped out in the library spying on the two so-called friends. Ron thought, "I will not let Hermione be fooled by that liar. Even if she does not want my help, I owe it to Harry's memory to make sure she stays safe."
Ron noticed that they were leaving the confines of the Library, and followed them out. As Neville and Hermione walked together back to the common room, they chatted. 'No,' Ron thought, 'No those two were flirting, and its disgusting.' Ron walked on behind without being noticed because they were too involved with each other. Ron though bitterly, 'When has Neville ever been witty, let alone been able to walk and talk at the same time.' Then his look of jealously became a look of longing as he thought, 'What is it that Hermione sees in him, that's not in me?'
Still talking in a flirtatious manner, Neville and Hermione went into the common room and fell exaltedly onto the couch. Neville flung himself over the whole six-foot couch, and just smiled his winning smile at Hermione. In his eyes, Ron could see that he was challenging Hermione. He just wanted to see what she would do about it, but Hermione raise to the occasion. She too flung herself on the couch, but landed right on top of Neville. Hermione snuggled in closer to the cough to give her more room to relax causing Neville to have to put his arms around her.
Ron walked in and looked around for Neville and Hermione, and to his horror, Hermione was lying in his arms. He went to the back of the common room so that he could still see them, but they would not be able to see him. Now more then ever, Ron was not going to let Hermione be alone with that... that thing. By now, Ron was convened that there was something not right about Neville. He walked differently. He talked differently. For heaven sake, he was able to bet him up. This was not the same Neville that they had to petrify in the first year. He was something else, and Ron wanted to know exactly what that was. Especially now that it had its hand all over his Hermione. His Hermione was just too sweet and trusting, and no matter what happen he wanted to protect her. 'One day,' he thought, 'one day, she will relies all that I have done for her and come for me. Until that day, I will protected my precious.'{That one was for you bob.}
Hermione got out of Neville's hold, and she leaned forward on her kneels massaging her temples. Harry propped his head up on his hand and look at her with a little grin. "Do you have a head ache?" he asked.
She just nodded her head with out moving her hands from her temples. Harry took her hands in his and slowly moved them away from her head. Hermione turned to look in his eyes while he spoke. "Come here and lay against me, and lets see if I can help you feel better."
Hermione complied with out a word only closing her eyes in the process of leaning against him. Harry placed three figures on each of her temples and gently messaged in little circles. As she felt a calm wash over her, Hermione relaxed instantly to his touch.
In a whisper, Hermione asked, "Harry, where did you get these Magical hands."
As a wide grin graces his face, Harry whispered loving into her ear. "I was born with them."
Hermione giggled and said, "No seriously, were did you learn this."
Harry replied still in a whisper so that no one else could hear him, "I use to have to do this for Aunt Petunia when she had a migraines. I guess I got really good after all the practice. "
Hermione smiled and in a normal voice said, "Oh, you are good. You are very good."
Once Ron heard these last words, he was no longer able to hold himself back. Ron rush out of the corner of the common room, and quickly pulling Hermione up from Harry's embrace. Ron glared dangerously at Neville saying, "I don't know who you are any more trying to take advantage of people like that."
Hermione looked at Ron with a scowl and said, "Ron don't be ridicules." Ron looked to her, "Ridicules.. Ridicules, I am not the person that is cuddling all on someone that's mentally unstable here. Since Harry's gone, it's my job to protect you, and I am not going to let some weirdo, get to you."
Neville got up and said, "Ron I am not someone you need to protect her from, or did you forget I can handle myself. Plus, I know for a fact that Harry would not mind us being together."
Ron looked at Neville, but did not speak to him. "Hermione can't you see that's not Neville. Neville does not stand up to Snape. Neville does not fight others, and defiantly, Neville does not seduce girls." Hermione gave Ron a deadly glare at the last statement, yet he kept on. "Hermione can't you see, that this is not Neville."
Hermione looked at him discussed and said, " I don't need you to protect me you know so why don't you go play with your new friends."
Ron held her arm tighter, "No Hermione, I am not going to let this sick prick get his hands on you. Can't you see Neville is no longer among us? This is some demon that has possessed his body."
Harry jumped toward Ron and stated, "What gives you the right to.." Before Harry could finish his sentence Hermione's face lit up.
She excitedly stated in a joyful tone, "That's it", and ran out of the common room with out another word.
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