Harry elevated himself to a raised position, squinting his sleep induced
eyes against the sun's bright rays. He stretched his arms heavenward as he
exercised his jaw with a yawn.
Draco stepped into his common room and noted Harry's awakened state. "So Potter, how was it sleeping on the Slytherin couch?"
Harry turned to face the approaching blonde "Terrible, how do you stand living down here? Are the beds as firm and cold as the couch?"
Draco laughed, on an amazingly rich note for the ungodly hour "Sorry Potter, but you're the one that declared war, remember?"
Harry glared at his life long rival "You started this, Mr. I think I'll slip a fish into an incredibly uptight person's water and through the whole of my acquaintances into a prank war."
Draco rose one elegant eyebrow "You, Potter, are in dire need of some form of sustenance. Besides, we need to get you out of here anyway, considering my housemates wouldn't be to happy finding the star of Gryffindor sleeping on their couch. And trust, you don't want them to find you."
Harry rolled his eyes "How bad could these people be compared to Voldemort?"
Draco laughed "You'd be surprised, some of these kids kill off their household pets for pure sport."
Harry grimaced thinking of how he could ever kill Hedwig. "Alright, fine let's go."
The two males slipped out of the common room and up the flights of stairs from the dungeons to the Great Hall.
As the duo entered the festive hall they came face to angered face with Hermione. Her arms were folded over her chest and she was tapping her foot lightly against the stone floor.
Her scorching chocolate gaze pinned Harry "Where have you been?" She demanded slowly.
"Well... I, ah... was in the ah... library!" He decided.
Hermione narrowed her eyes "The library? Why?"
"I... ah... was, ah............"
"Helping me with a project" Draco covered smoothly "Far be it for Potter to actually have a life that doesn't involve you." Hermione turned her bloodthirsty gaze on Draco's taunting silver one "Listen Draco, I'm not Crabbe or Goyle, I know Harry and I know you, and I know both your habits. Harry never goes to the library when he can avoid it and he's an atrocious liar, and very rarely do you two ever come to breakfast together."
Draco's lips twisted into a smile "Why so snippy Hermione, why, one would think you were on edge about something, surely nothing's happened to you today, it's far too early."
Her glare intensified as Ron came dragging down the steps. Harry's emerald gaze flickered to Ron, ignoring the couple he went to the red head's side "You all right there Ron? You look terrible."
"I didn't get much sleep last night." Ron returned tiredly "But some food might mend that, come on." The two walked past the livid pair and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione ceased monitoring the exchange between her best friends and turned her attention back to the Slytherin "Alright Draco, the truth, where was Harry?"
"I'm sorry but that information is strictly confidential" Rejoined Draco happily.
Hermione rolled her eyes "As I've said, I know you Draco, Harry was not in the library and you were not doing a project, unless it included the six foot spider that was in Ron's bed last night!"
Draco raised his index finger to lie vertically across her lips gently. "Shhhh, are you trying to inform the whole school of your obvious hallucinations?" He stated softly, grinning.
Hermione smacked her forehead with her palm and groaned "I don't hallucinate, Draco, and neither does ever other Gryffindor who saw the thing last night, I know you did it."
Draco placed both his palms on her shoulders softly "So you think you know me, right? Well, let's think for a minute, shall we dear? Why would I do anything to Weasley? He is too incompetent to be of use to my purpose and a great bloody waste of my time and effort to pull anything on."
Hermione's brow furrowed. What he was saying was making sense, whether she liked it or not.
"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think." He whispered before he swept off to his table to eat.
Ginny paced the common room agitatedly. Classes that day had been hell and she just wanted to sleep.
Where was Harry? Why hadn't he told her where he was going? Why was she obsessing?
She sighed and plopped back onto the couch as the portrait covering the common room swung open and Harry stepped through.
Ginny leapt to her feet "Where have you been?"
Harry smiled at her warmly and completely ignoring her comment, walked forward and embraced her gently. "I missed you, Ginny."
Ginny furrowed her brow "Are you okay? Were you with Madame Pompfrey or something? Heavily medicated, perhaps?"
Harry's lips curled further "No, I was in the Slytherin common room. I was the one that put the spider in the dorm room."
Ginny's mouth fell open "Harry! I'm surprised at you! I didn't know you had it in you to be mean."
Harry shrugged, his smile fading "You do what you have to do, I guess. Let's go to bed, I'm tired."
"Me too" Ginny nodded and he released her reluctantly before dragging up the steps to his room.
Golden slivers of sunlight pierced through the curtains of Harry's bedroom, causing him to open his eyes in annoyance. Morning. He had to get up.
He sat up and looked around him, preparing to inform the lazy red head beside him of the time of day. There was just one problem.
There was no lazy red head.
He took a more detailed survey of his surroundings. A black chair, black curtains, a black bedspread, black brick walls and he realized with horror he was dressed in black pajamas.
He stood, panic rising and noted he was about a foot taller. He reached up to touch his face and felt hair, long greasy hair.
Harry rushed to a mirror and saw the putrid image of Professor Snape gazing back at him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "
The cry sounded in the rich baritone of the professor. Harry started pacing Snape's bedroom frantically. "Oh, this is not good, if I'm in Snape's body then Snape must be in my body!" He rushed over to the Potion Master's closet and adorned himself hurriedly into one of the several black robes hanging within.
Oh God what was he going to do? He was Snape! What if this was permanent? He shuddered at the very thought. He had to see Dumbledore.
He sprang from Snape's room and up the four flights of stairs to the gargoyle protecting the Headmaster's quarters.
Suddenly the gargoyle leapt out of the way. Harry didn't question it but jumped on the ever revolving steps.
He entered Dumbledore's office frantically. "Professor! I need your help!"
"What can I do for you Severus?" Dumbledore questioned calmly.
"No that's just it! I'm not Snape! I'm Harry!"
Dumbledore's bright eyes twinkled mischievously. "Of course you are Severus, but what can you do about that?"
Harry gaped at him, bewildered "What?"
Dumbledore chuckled softly "My most grievous apologies, Mr. Potter, but I'm afraid you get what you deserve in this matter." He replied softly.
"No, Professor you don't understand. I can't be Snape! You have to know how to help me!" He was growing desperate as he heard Snape's voice raise an octave.
Dumbledore smiled "Harry, you must understand, I am merely a spectator, you got yourself into this and now you are going to have to get yourself out of it."
Harry sighed in defeat before slowly turning around.
"Although, I could recommend you see Professor Snape, he has some excellent remedies to things like this." Dumbledore whispered.
Harry paused, turned back to the Headmaster and smiled at him gratefully before descending the steps to find, in essence, himself.
************************************************************************ There you go folks! Oh and by the way fairylightbabe89, I expect my cookies.
Draco stepped into his common room and noted Harry's awakened state. "So Potter, how was it sleeping on the Slytherin couch?"
Harry turned to face the approaching blonde "Terrible, how do you stand living down here? Are the beds as firm and cold as the couch?"
Draco laughed, on an amazingly rich note for the ungodly hour "Sorry Potter, but you're the one that declared war, remember?"
Harry glared at his life long rival "You started this, Mr. I think I'll slip a fish into an incredibly uptight person's water and through the whole of my acquaintances into a prank war."
Draco rose one elegant eyebrow "You, Potter, are in dire need of some form of sustenance. Besides, we need to get you out of here anyway, considering my housemates wouldn't be to happy finding the star of Gryffindor sleeping on their couch. And trust, you don't want them to find you."
Harry rolled his eyes "How bad could these people be compared to Voldemort?"
Draco laughed "You'd be surprised, some of these kids kill off their household pets for pure sport."
Harry grimaced thinking of how he could ever kill Hedwig. "Alright, fine let's go."
The two males slipped out of the common room and up the flights of stairs from the dungeons to the Great Hall.
As the duo entered the festive hall they came face to angered face with Hermione. Her arms were folded over her chest and she was tapping her foot lightly against the stone floor.
Her scorching chocolate gaze pinned Harry "Where have you been?" She demanded slowly.
"Well... I, ah... was in the ah... library!" He decided.
Hermione narrowed her eyes "The library? Why?"
"I... ah... was, ah............"
"Helping me with a project" Draco covered smoothly "Far be it for Potter to actually have a life that doesn't involve you." Hermione turned her bloodthirsty gaze on Draco's taunting silver one "Listen Draco, I'm not Crabbe or Goyle, I know Harry and I know you, and I know both your habits. Harry never goes to the library when he can avoid it and he's an atrocious liar, and very rarely do you two ever come to breakfast together."
Draco's lips twisted into a smile "Why so snippy Hermione, why, one would think you were on edge about something, surely nothing's happened to you today, it's far too early."
Her glare intensified as Ron came dragging down the steps. Harry's emerald gaze flickered to Ron, ignoring the couple he went to the red head's side "You all right there Ron? You look terrible."
"I didn't get much sleep last night." Ron returned tiredly "But some food might mend that, come on." The two walked past the livid pair and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione ceased monitoring the exchange between her best friends and turned her attention back to the Slytherin "Alright Draco, the truth, where was Harry?"
"I'm sorry but that information is strictly confidential" Rejoined Draco happily.
Hermione rolled her eyes "As I've said, I know you Draco, Harry was not in the library and you were not doing a project, unless it included the six foot spider that was in Ron's bed last night!"
Draco raised his index finger to lie vertically across her lips gently. "Shhhh, are you trying to inform the whole school of your obvious hallucinations?" He stated softly, grinning.
Hermione smacked her forehead with her palm and groaned "I don't hallucinate, Draco, and neither does ever other Gryffindor who saw the thing last night, I know you did it."
Draco placed both his palms on her shoulders softly "So you think you know me, right? Well, let's think for a minute, shall we dear? Why would I do anything to Weasley? He is too incompetent to be of use to my purpose and a great bloody waste of my time and effort to pull anything on."
Hermione's brow furrowed. What he was saying was making sense, whether she liked it or not.
"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think." He whispered before he swept off to his table to eat.
Ginny paced the common room agitatedly. Classes that day had been hell and she just wanted to sleep.
Where was Harry? Why hadn't he told her where he was going? Why was she obsessing?
She sighed and plopped back onto the couch as the portrait covering the common room swung open and Harry stepped through.
Ginny leapt to her feet "Where have you been?"
Harry smiled at her warmly and completely ignoring her comment, walked forward and embraced her gently. "I missed you, Ginny."
Ginny furrowed her brow "Are you okay? Were you with Madame Pompfrey or something? Heavily medicated, perhaps?"
Harry's lips curled further "No, I was in the Slytherin common room. I was the one that put the spider in the dorm room."
Ginny's mouth fell open "Harry! I'm surprised at you! I didn't know you had it in you to be mean."
Harry shrugged, his smile fading "You do what you have to do, I guess. Let's go to bed, I'm tired."
"Me too" Ginny nodded and he released her reluctantly before dragging up the steps to his room.
Golden slivers of sunlight pierced through the curtains of Harry's bedroom, causing him to open his eyes in annoyance. Morning. He had to get up.
He sat up and looked around him, preparing to inform the lazy red head beside him of the time of day. There was just one problem.
There was no lazy red head.
He took a more detailed survey of his surroundings. A black chair, black curtains, a black bedspread, black brick walls and he realized with horror he was dressed in black pajamas.
He stood, panic rising and noted he was about a foot taller. He reached up to touch his face and felt hair, long greasy hair.
Harry rushed to a mirror and saw the putrid image of Professor Snape gazing back at him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "
The cry sounded in the rich baritone of the professor. Harry started pacing Snape's bedroom frantically. "Oh, this is not good, if I'm in Snape's body then Snape must be in my body!" He rushed over to the Potion Master's closet and adorned himself hurriedly into one of the several black robes hanging within.
Oh God what was he going to do? He was Snape! What if this was permanent? He shuddered at the very thought. He had to see Dumbledore.
He sprang from Snape's room and up the four flights of stairs to the gargoyle protecting the Headmaster's quarters.
Suddenly the gargoyle leapt out of the way. Harry didn't question it but jumped on the ever revolving steps.
He entered Dumbledore's office frantically. "Professor! I need your help!"
"What can I do for you Severus?" Dumbledore questioned calmly.
"No that's just it! I'm not Snape! I'm Harry!"
Dumbledore's bright eyes twinkled mischievously. "Of course you are Severus, but what can you do about that?"
Harry gaped at him, bewildered "What?"
Dumbledore chuckled softly "My most grievous apologies, Mr. Potter, but I'm afraid you get what you deserve in this matter." He replied softly.
"No, Professor you don't understand. I can't be Snape! You have to know how to help me!" He was growing desperate as he heard Snape's voice raise an octave.
Dumbledore smiled "Harry, you must understand, I am merely a spectator, you got yourself into this and now you are going to have to get yourself out of it."
Harry sighed in defeat before slowly turning around.
"Although, I could recommend you see Professor Snape, he has some excellent remedies to things like this." Dumbledore whispered.
Harry paused, turned back to the Headmaster and smiled at him gratefully before descending the steps to find, in essence, himself.
************************************************************************ There you go folks! Oh and by the way fairylightbabe89, I expect my cookies.