Draco opened up his eyes. He had been in a deep sleep. Suddenly, he heard a voice.

"Wake up, we're at Platform Nine and Three Quarters!"

Draco assumed that the voice was coming from Crabbe or Goyle. He opened up his eyes, and expected to see Crabbe and Goyle. But instead, he saw Hermione and Ron. And he was sitting in a different section of the train than he was before.

"You're up," said Hermione.

"Shut up, you filthy Mudblood," said Draco.

Hermione and Ron gasped. Draco walked out of the cart and looked for his own cart. He had no idea how he got into that cart, but he didn't care. Suddenly, the train stopped. The doors opened by themselves, and students started getting off the train. Draco got off the train and looked for his father.

Draco looking for his father was interrupted by a pat on the back. Draco turned around and looked at—himself.

"Why do you look exactly like me?" he asked the person who looked exactly like him.

"Draco—we've switched places!" said the person.

"Huh?" asked Draco.

Draco looked down at himself. He wasn't wearing the robes he was wearing earlier. Draco took out the mirror Dumbledore gave him and looked at it. He was looking at the face of—Harry Potter.

"HOW DID YOU DO THIS?!" shouted Draco.

Everyone glared at him, but ignored him.

"I didn't do it," said Harry. "But all I know is I don't want to be you, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to be me. I think this had to do with the mirrors Dumbledore gave us."

"Dad always said he was a fool," said Draco. "But I never knew he was a prankster. That filthy—"

Before Draco could say another word, a man, a woman, and a boy who looked about his age. Draco saw Harry move his lips saying 'Watch out for the Dursleys!'

Harry watched as the Dursleys and Draco in his body faded away. Harry glared down at himself. Harry knew that this was his worst moment ever—not even all those times fighting Voldemort was worse. Harry soon came up with an idea. The mirror had a poem on it. It said he needed to feel the other side's pain.........should he hurt himself—or rather—Draco's self?

That couldn't be right. He was pretty sure that Dumbledore wouldn't make them hurt each other. Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a tug on the back. Harry turned around and saw one of the people he dreaded the most. Lucius Malfoy. Harry tried to make it seem like he was really Draco.

"Um...hi...let's go, there are many Mudbloods here. I don't want to smell the disgusting smell of Mudbloods," he said.

"Follow me," said Lucius.

Harry and Lucius walked over to a small corner where nobody could notice them. Lucius pulled something out of his pocket. He had two bags of what looked like jelly beans.

"Jelly beans?" asked Harry. "The Durs—er, I mean—Dumbledore never lets us have jelly beans. That's because he wants all the sugar for himself. What a selfish git."

Harry really hated insulting Dumbledore, but he knew he had no choice.

"They're not normal jelly beans," said Lucius with a cold glare. "These are Apparating jelly beans. They'll take us back home."

"But Father," said Harry, feeling weird calling Lucius father. "Apparating is against the law unless you are trained at Apparating."

"What is wrong with you?" asked Lucius. "You know that they took away my Apparating powers after the—incident. Now we're using illegal magic to get back home. You deserve a good beating."

Lucius handed one of the bags to Harry. Lucius opened his bag and ate the jelly bean. Then he disappeared. Harry ate his jelly bean and disappeared. Suddenly, he reappeared at Draco's house. He was standing in a huge room in what looked like a huge house. There was a huge fireplace, several bookshelfs with books on dark magic, and many couches. Harry saw Lucius talking to Draco's mother.

"Go to your room, Draco," said Draco's mother.

Harry gulped. He had no idea where Draco's room was. And in this huge mansion, it would be almost impossible to find it. Harry walked up the stairs and looked at a huge hallway with several doors. He opened the first door, and found another huge hallway of doors. Finding this room wouldn't be easy.........

Back in the Muggle world, Draco was sitting in the Dursley's car. He was terrified of these people. Especially of Dudley. He looked and acted like a baboon.

"Mum, when we can home, can we give Harry a good beating for making us waste time to pick him up?" asked Dudley.

"Sure, Duddey-Doodly," answered Petunia.

"I didn't want to be picked by you fools," muttered Draco under his breath.

"What was that?" asked Vernon harshly.

"Harry said 'I didn't want to be picked up by you fools,' Dad," said Dudley, with a grin.

"That's it!" shouted Vernon. "Two more beatings when we get home!"

Draco stared out the window. This wasn't going to be an easy summer.

TO BE CONTINUED...