Harry Potter stuck in Harry Snape's body's POV.
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"Where are you guys taking me?" I finally asked, after having been lost in the dungeons. The only things I knew of down there were the Potions classroom and the Slytherin Common Room. I shuddered at the thought of going in there again but resigned myself to that. Snape was a Slytherin and I was stuck in his body. So that made me, technically, a Slytherin. Eurgh.
"Somewhere," Blaise replied vaguely. Damn all Slytherins. Hermione dropped back to walk beside me.
"We're going to see Professor Snape," She explained. "He'll know what to do about this and how to get you home." I looked at her like she was crazy and I believed her to be.
"You're going to have to be open to whatever happens here. My Harry is. He's very accepting of things so you'll have to be, too."
"What does that have to do with anything? Why are you taking me to see Snape? Why would he help? How do you know he's not going to just turn me over to Voldemort?" My three companions stopped dead. Blaise turned on me viciously.
"I don't care who you are," she hissed. "Severus is the best man I know. He loves his son very much and he'll help you, just so he can get Harry back. So you just shut the hell up about things you don't know about." With that she turned around again and led us further down the passage.
"So Voldemort is still a threat in your world?" Hermione asked as a conversation starter. I nodded.
"He got his body back at the end of my fourth year. He keeps getting stronger and stronger. Hogwarts only goes up through sixth year now. The seventh years go to war. I almost got sent away this year, but Dumbledore convinced the Ministry that it was better for me to learn all I could this year rather than get myself killed by challenging Voldemort too soon." I fell silent, contemplating. Everyone expects me to be so good. To be the one to defeat the bad guy. But did any of them ever stop to wonder what I want? Not that I don't want to defeat Voldemort, but why me? Dumbledore is far more powerful than I'll ever be. Why can't he do it? I almost ran into Ron's back. We had stopped and Blaise knocked on a door.
"Enter," called a voice I knew so well. Except usually it was taking points off. We entered and I found myself in a cozy little sitting room. The walls were stone, but they were covered in pictures of, well, me. My first step, my first word, my first broomstick ride (which was younger than my first step). All were recorded in pictures. Snape was sitting at a desk in a room that opened off of the one we were in. He was grading papers. He got up as we entered.
"What is wrong?" He asked. "And who are you?" He asked again, turning to me. I gaped at him. He shooed my friends out of the room. The last thing I saw was Hermione smiling sympathetically at me before the door closed. He turned back to me.
"I ask yet again, who are you? You are not my son, although you are in his body."
"Harry Potter," I stated meekly.
"Speak up, boy," he snapped.
"I'm Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter does not exist," he stated calmly, settling back into an easy chair. I perched nervously on the edge of the sofa.
"Hermione thinks I'm from another universe. In my world, I am Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter." He sat thoughtfully for a moment.
"What is the last thing you remember?" He inquired. I thought back. Hermione said Snape was in a Quidditch accident. I remembered screaming students, a flash of gold, diving for the Snitch.
"Playing Quidditch," I replied.
"What happened, boy? I need the exact sequence of events."
"I saw the Snitch and dove for it. Malfoy did the same. He must've run into me as I caught it."
"What's Malfoy have to do with anything?"
"He's the Seeker for Slytherin. I'm the Seeker for Gryffindor." Snape nodded.
"Here's what I think happened. You were in a Quidditch accident in your world. My son was in the exact same accident here at the exact same time. Your realities were so close at that moment, that the force of the collision knocked you into each other's bodies. My poor son is stuck in your body in your reality."
"That makes sense," I agreed. My God, I agreed with Snape! What is this world coming to? "What now?" A very scary, sadistic grin spread across my teacher's face.
"Now we make you Harry Snape. I hope you're a quick learner." And so began the education of Harold James Potter.
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