From Harry Potter stuck in Harry Snape's body POV
I sat up and greeted Ron and Hermione. They were followed by a girl I recognized as Blaise Zabini, a sixth year Slytherin. Hermione practically threw herself on me. She was crying 'Are you alright?' over and over again. When she finally determined that I was, indeed, alright, she began yelling at me that I had scared the shit out of her. Hold up. Stop. Rewind. Hermione cussed? That's weird. She finally ran out of steam and let Blaise loose on me. She was not as much to an extreme as Mione, but she made it clear that she had been worried about me. I managed to convince them that I was perfectly fine. Then I started the interrogation.
"What happened?"
"You ran into Dean and fell off your broom," Hermione replied. I gaped at her.
"How did that happen?" I asked stupidly. Blaise rolled her eyes.
"The Quidditch match. The final. Gryffindor v. Slytherin."
"But Dean's in Gryffindor," I protested, not comprehending.
"Yeah and you're in Slytherin," Ron retorted like I had called Dean a bad name.
"No I'm not," I protested. "I'm in Gryffindor. With you two." I insisted. They just stared at me.
"Since when?" Blaise asked.
"Since I got Sorted there." Hermione spoke up again.
"Hate to break it to you, hun, but you're a Slyth." I gaped at her.
"How? Are you people pulling a trick on me? This isn't very funny," I glared at them. Understanding flashed through Hermione's eyes.
"Harry, I want you to just answer my questions. And I don't want you two saying anything," she added glaring at Ron and Blaise. I nodded my agreement.
"How old are you?"
"16."
"Year and House?"
"Sixth year Gryffindor Prefect."
"You play Quidditch?"
"Seeker since my first year."
"Who are you parents?"
"Were," I corrected. "Lily and James Potter. Murdered by Voldemort when I was one. I survived the Killing Curse."
"Who do you live with?"
"My aunt, uncle, and cousin. The Dursely's" She held up a mirror.
"Is this you?" My eyes widened in surprise at what the mirror was showing. Damn, I look good. Wordlessly I shook my head.
"How are you different?"
"I'm a carbon copy of my dad, except for the scar and my eyes." Hermione nodded, pleased with herself.
"Here's my theory: I think you've somehow drifted from an alternate universe. One where James Potter really is your father."
"You mean he's not!?" I exclaimed, shocked. She shook her head.
"Not in this universe."
"Then who is?" I asked in a whisper, not really wanting to hear the answer but necessity dictated that I ask the question.
"Severus Snape," she whispered. I shook my head emphatically (see Snape I do know some big words).
"Not possible that that greasy git is my father," I protested.
"Harry, this is a different world. Anything is possible." During this whole time, Ron and Blaise were sitting quietly, watching what was happening.
"So this isn't really me?" I hoped not.
"Not really. Your personality is stuck in Harry Snape's body."
"So we're two different people?" She nodded.
"From two different realities?" She nodded again.
"Well that's alright, then." She smiled and Ron came forward and sat on my bed.
"You do seem different," he said, squinting at me. "Less sarcastic. Less Slytherin-ish." Blaise joined him as I pulled up my feet to make more room.
"You're going to have to be a Slytherin, though, to fool everybody into believing that you're a Snape," she pointed out and Ron nodded.
"Well then," I said briskly, swinging my legs out of the bed. "How about we get the hell out of here and go somewhere where you guys can give me a crash course in how to be Harry Snape."
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