Authors Note: "The idea's so stupid only an intellectual will believe it" ~ Ronald Reagan.

… I'm with him.

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Harry stared at the morning figure of Snape. Bundles of emotions took over him in fazes.

First was panic. Pure, emotional panic. If he was not in his body, who knows who was in his. Or if there was anyone in his body at all. Or what was happening to it.

Second was curiosity. Who was responsible for this mistake? Was it a mistake, or another evil plot that he would have to live through- like so many other incidents in his life? Where was Professor Snape now? Could he be a clone?

And third was, in fact, panic.

Snape must have had the whole room mapped out to his memory, because it was impossible for Harry to find anything. The only idea that turned his stomach more then running around as Snape was running around as Snape half-naked.

After fumbling through a few odd drawers, Harry finally found himself next to the closet. Quickly he grabbed a robe and threw it on the bed.

An odd thought came to him…

He would have to undress himself…in Snape's body. A recognizable shudder and gag reflex quivered up his body.

Harry closed his eyes and dressed himself that morning carefully but quickly. He realized he wasn't thinking straight but he wasn't stark-mad.

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Snape, on the other hand, was doing much worse. While Harry had his privacy, all the Gryfinndor boys were shrinking away with confusion at the scene before them.

"Harry what's wrong?" Dean Thomas asked looking at him thoroughly concerned.

"Potter- this has something to do with Potter-" Snape screamed trying to pull himself together. "When I find him I'll- I'll- I am him- Expulsion! He can't get out of this- "

"Can it Harry, I can only take so much Snape in the morning." Ron said casually, but really quite worried at the behavior of his friend.

"That's PROFESSOR SNAPE, 15 points from Gryfinndor Weasley!" Snape shouted with Harry's voice.

Ron started to laugh uneasily, thinking that maybe this was all some horribly played-out joke his friend was playing. But the seriousness on Harry's face was so convincing that even Ron wasn't sure if he had lost his sanity.

Snape collected his nerves and did what anyone would do in his situation: go to Dumbledore. However, unlike Harry, Snape wasn't concerned about his (or in this case Harry's) appearance, and didn't bother putting on any day clothes or robes.

Screams issued from half the girls in the common room and laughs from the boys as Snape ran out in nothing but a white tee-shirt and boxing shorts. Ron was trailing after him struggling with the sleeve of his sweater.

"Harry are you nuts? Slow down-" Ron shouted. But the shout landed on deaf ears. "At least put some bloody clothes on, you might run into someone like-"

"Like who Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall asked turning the corner. "Mr. Potter might I ask why-"

"No!" was Snape's sharp and terse reply.

McGonagall gave the boy a shocked, then angry look. The situation was looking darker by the moment as she wouldn't allow Snape to pass by her.

"I have to see the Headmaster." Snape hissed. "It's urgent."

"Well you certainly look it Mr. Potter." She said her lips getting thinner. "I will not allow a student-"

"- I AM NOT A STUDENT. I'm a PROFESSOR- now get out of my way!" Snape said pushing her with as much force as he could muster.

It was obvious McGonagall was not used to this sort of treatment. Nor did she often get pushed by teenage boys, but the force surprised her and Snape managed to fly by her with an effortless fashion.

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The first thing Harry noticed while running up the staircase was the numerous whispers and giggles shared between herds of people. Everyone seemed on their guard around Snape, so most people were discreet. Although, Harry caught a sentence that made him stop in his tracks.

"-So Potter just waltzes out in his underwear after screaming his head off about taking off points-"

"Well," Harry thought overwhelmed, "now I know I'm not dead."

However Harry didn't think the person in his body was a sound candidate for running it. Secretly he found himself hoping they wouldn't commit suicide- Snape's body was strange and angular. Harry wasn't used to being that tall and stalky; and he didn't have any plans to live in it for the rest of his life.

With renowned speed that Harry didn't know Snape possessed, he trotted up towards the Headmasters gargoyle -only to bang his head against the wall for his stupidity. He didn't know Dumbledore's password; he doubted anyone else would except a select few that wasn't present.

It seemed fate was with or against him, he didn't know, but he soon found himself standing next to a familiar person- himself.

"YOU." Said Snape in Harry's body. "You- you imposter-" a sneer was clearly laid on his face as he pointed a threatening finger.

"Me? You think I'm responsible for this?" Harry huffed annoyed. "what are you doing in my body?"

"Your body?" Said Snape his face turning from rage to insane furious anger. "Potter!? Is that you?"

Harry had a sickening feeling he knew who was currently possessing his body. He prayed that he was wrong. Before he could respond however, the gargoyle moved and a flight of stairs made it's way upward to Dumbledore's office.

It must have been strange for an outsider to see the body of Professor Snape portraying the look of impending doom as the mild-mannered Harry Potter hissed murderous threats while casting equally alarming glances at the man next to him. Harry was certain if he ever received his body after this fiasco it would never be in the same quality he had lent it.

Dumbledore was waiting for them patiently to sit down when they had arrived. Snape imminently took advantage of the silence to scream at the old man about that mornings event.

"Yes, I know Severus. You are Severus I assume?" Dumbledore said chuckling.

Harry thought he would die. Literally, he thought Snape was going to make the sacrifice to end it all for Harry's body. Dumbledore's seemingly carefree disposition caused Snape to go over the edge. It was odd watching his own body freak out and growl, and scream over and over again.

"Well Severus," Dumbledore said looking serious for the man/boy before him, "You don't seem to be damaged in any sort of way. I'm sure everyone will understand you are not Harry Potter and you can be teaching classes-"

"No way in hell Headmaster." Snape scowled, "No one is going to know about this. Fix it! NOW!"

"I would, believe me Severus, I would. But I'm afraid a transformation is not that simple…" The old man said in an off-hand way.

"What…are you suggesting?" Snape asked in a low, dangerous voice. Which sounded weird to Harry because it was in fact, his own.

"It looks like you two are stuck as each other until we figure this out." Dumbledore spoke carefully. "But don't worry, this has happened before. I know for a fact that transformations are never permanent."

Snape looked murderous. The mere idea he would have to pretend to be Harry Potter, the Boy Oddity, the Child Who Lived, sent him in fits of rage.

The idea didn't please Harry either. Although Harry knew he only had one job, being a potions professor, he was sure Snape wouldn't try his hardest being Harry. Homework, Quidditch, and friends were just some of the things off the top of his head. Who knew what Snape would do to him?

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the extremely pained look on their faces. Instead, he busied himself with a ball of lint that had found its way on his desk. Obviously this was a signal the meeting was over. They would just have to deal.

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Although Snape wasn't happy to have Harry teaching his classes for him, he certainly didn't feel guilty enough to do them himself. Harry found himself pouring over notes about lesson plans and instructions that seemed to be written right after the meeting with Dumbledore.

My office holds everything you will need to teach a class. If your work ethic is terrible, expect terrible grades. Understand? And if I find you are poking around my room or if one thing is out of place ( here the handwriting got slightly shaky) -say goodbye to every friend you ever had.

This was going to be harder than Harry thought. Sure, potions wasn't his best subject but how well would Snape do at being a teen? He struggled not to think about it. Snape's anti-mutual hatred was not comforting…

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Authors Note: I still have some idea's for this story. Good show everyone, your support is noted.