Switching Adversaries
---General Ramblings
By: Kandice & Gabby
Disclaimer: we don't own Harry Potter, or any other characters that you recognize. The plot is only ours. I'm sick of these disclaimers so this is the only one you will see.
Spoilers: Oh...first five books.
Timeline: This is at the end of Harry's sixth year, so there will be spoilers. However, I have a thing against Sirius being dead, so that lil' part never happened. J
---Chapter One: Accident-Prone
"Oh what's the point?!" Harry thought to himself as he held two dry leaves of Devil's Snare above his cauldron. "It's supposed to be a clear blue...not a thick green color."
It was two weeks until the end of Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as Harry had gotten an "O" in Potions for his O.W.L.s, he still had to take Potions class. Sometimes he wished that he had not decided that he wanted to be an auror once he got out of Hogwarts.
He thought back on last year during that meeting where Professor McGonagall had asked him what his plans for the future were. He had said that he wanted to be an auror. Why, oh why, didn't he say Quidditch player?
He had been incredibly surprised the summer after fifth year when he had received his results. He had gotten all the O.W.L.s that McGonagall had told him about. So this was why he was sitting in a dungeon staring at some rather nasty looking goo in front of him.
He glanced over at Hermione's cauldron and not surprisingly, it sparkled a clear blue. Harry then looked to the right and saw his least favorite person in the world smirking back at him.
Draco Malfoy's potion was also a shining clear blue color, as was Pansy Parkinson's. Harry looked back at his own potion feeling much more annoyed than he had before. In a resigned sort of way, he dropped the leaves into his cauldron. The potion gave a slight hiss and then turned light blue.
Harry stared at it for a minute in surprise then grabbed the last ingredient, unicorn hair, and let it fall into the cauldron. He mixed it and it turned the clear blue that it was meant to be.
Harry looked over at Malfoy again. This time, however the Slytherin had his attention focused on something going on in the front of the class. Harry followed his gaze and saw that Neville Longbottom, a fellow Gryffindor, had walked into the dungeon looking very nervous.
Harry grabbed a clear flask, filled it with his potion, wrote down his name and went to the front of the class to set the flask down on Professor Snape's desk.
Neville peeked into the dungeon then walked towards the Potions Master slowly. When he got to the desk, he handed Snape a note.
"Thi-this...is fr-from, uh...P-p-professor Flitwick. He said to...wait for an answer." Neville mumbled.
Snape opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and just grabbed the note and opened it.
Neville looked down as his robes and took a piece of lint off. He decided to drop it but looked around for a trash bin. When he couldn't find one, he dropped it into the cauldron just as Harry set the flash full of his potion on Snape's desk.
"Hello Nev-" he began, but was quickly cut off by a loud explosion, which caused everyone in the class to look up at the front of the dungeon.
However, not much could be seen, as the most of the place was now full of smoke.
"Well, seems Longbottom has done it again." Everyone looked at the Pansy, and then noticed Neville, who was cowering by the door looking extremely frightened. Goyle, who surprised everyone by getting an "O" in Potions grunted his agreement.
"Harry?" Hermione asked cautiously.
When no one answered, she grabbed her wand and muttered a spell. The smoke automatically disappeared and most of the class gasped when they saw that both Harry and Snape were now lying unconscious on the floor.
"I- I didn't mean t-to-" Neville began but was cut off by Hermione running up to Harry with a worried look.
The door abruptly opened and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore strode in with a look of mild amusement and alertness.
He gave a small sigh and looked at the class after he finished observing his Potions teacher and one of his students laying on the floor out cold. "Would someone please explain what has happened?" he asked in a polite manner and then glanced over at Neville.
Draco folded his hands neatly on his desk. When no one said anything he put on a smirk and looked up at the old wizard. "You see, Headmaster. Longbottom here, being the idiot that he is, decided to add a little bit of his robes to Professor Snape's Jiffies Potion, and it exploded."
"A Jiffies Potion." Dumbledore repeated. "Very well, Mr. Thomas, would you mind going up to the Hospital Wing and informing Madame Pomphrey that she has two new patients?"
Dean Thomas nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the rest of the class in the hushed dungeons.
A couple of minutes later, the school nurse appeared looking a bit stressed out. "Albus, what did Potter do now?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "That will be explained to you by Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger up in the Hospital Wing."
"What?" Draco demanded as he stood up. "I have classes, Headmaster."
"Yes, so does Ms. Granger, but as I do not see her complaining, I assume that things will be fine if you miss ten minutes of class." Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eyes. "I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, that I will personally go to Professor McGonagall and explain to her why it is that you are late."
While Madam Pomphrey drew up two stretchers for Snape and Harry, Hermione glanced at Dumbledore, and then followed the nurse and her two patients out of the dungeon.
The blonde wizard glared at Dumbledore, grabbed his supplies then stormed out after them.
"As for all of you," Dumbledore added. "Class is dismissed." And with that the Headmaster walked out.
"Poor Draco." Pansy said as she gathered her things. "He's missing Transfiguration because a stupid mudblood doesn't know how to tell a story."
"Pansy, shut the hell up." Lavender Brown snapped.
"What?" the Slytherin girl sniffed. "All anyone has to say is 'Longbottom' and that's the story. Everybody knows that no matter where he goes he's accident-prone. Even if he was in a padded room, without a wand, he'd find a way to blow himself up."
"Turpin!" Parvati Patil yelled with her wand pointed at Pansy.
Suddenly the witch at the receiving end up the spell screamed when a wart developed on the tip of her nose that held a sing long hair.
All the Gryffindors burst out laughing at this sight while Pansy ran out of the room screaming.
Parvati shrugged. "Lavender did warn her."
That evening Harry woke up to find himself in the Hospital Wing. "Not again." He groaned, trying to remember what happened but only remembering a big explosion and blackness.
More swiftly than Harry could have thought possible, Madam Pomphrey bustled up to him with a look of irritation. "Good! You've awoken. Potter also just woke up a couple of minutes ago. Now stay here. Do not get out of this bed."
And she quickly disappeared out of the Hospital Wing. After a minute Harry looked around the Hospital Wing when someone grabbed him by the throat and pushed him down onto the bed. Harry opened his eyes to find his own face glaring down at him.
"Potter! Get out of my body this instant!" said Harry's voice.
Harry pushed himself off the bed and ran to a mirror to find Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts staring back at him with an expression of utter horror.
He turned back to himself and glared. "Who are you?!" he demanded with Snape's cold and silky voice.
"Oh Potter, do think for once!"
Harry stared at the person that just this morning had been him and realization hit him.
"You have got to be kidding me."
