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Harry Potter and co. I realize that my imagination will never be able to
come up with such wonderful characters or such a grand world. I would like
to believe that one day I might, but not right now.
By the way, what are your opinions on the cloning of sheep?
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Mind Games
Chapter Four
Harry screamed. And screamed. And screamed. And continued to scream for quite some time. How the Helltzer fizzy aspirin tablets did he get INSIDE of Dumbledore? Harry Potter was officially freaked out. He thought that he was just some sort of spirit who could will things to happen and touch inanimate objects. He did not expect to be able to get in other people's heads!
Harry stood up quickly and examined his newly acquired body. Yes, he was certainly Dumbledore, but where was the old man now if Harry was currently "inhabiting" his body? Was Dumbledore somehow a "spirit thing" like Harry was? Harry really hoped that he could find away out of this situation. He really didn't fancy spending the rest of his life, however longer that may be, as Albus Dumbledore of all people.
Again, Fawkes trilled in the corner. Harry looked over at the phoenix. "Do you know that I'm not really Dumbledore?" asked Harry warily. Fawkes nodded once. 'Well,' Harry mused, 'Phoenix's are supposed to be more intelligent than most magical creatures. Why am I not surprised he would sense me in here.'
"Well, do you know how to get me out of here?" asked Harry desperately. Fawkes just did the equivalence of a bird shrug and went back to preening his feathers. Harry made an agitated noise in the back of his throat.
"Bloody flaming chicken," muttered Harry angrily under his breath. Just then, a knock sounded on the door. This sudden noise made Harry jump in his chair and forget all about Fawkes's oh so helpful behavior.
"Erm . . . come in?" asked Harry uncertainly. If he was somehow stuck in Dumbledore's body, then he was just going to have to put his almost non- existent acting skills to good use.
Remus Lupin and a large black dog entered the room. Harry had to catch himself before he flung himself at his godfather. This whole "switching body things" was a tad too much to handle at the moment. Remus just regarded him strangely as he shut and locked the door.
"Headmaster, are you feeling alright?" asked Remus. Harry nodded and tried to think of what Dumbledore would say. He had enough encounters with the headmaster to try to imitate his behavior. At least he hoped he had.
"Of course I'm okay. Um, would you care for a lemon drop?" offered Harry as he handed the bowl of lemon drops that were on the desk to Remus and Sirius, who had by then changed back to his human form.
Sirius waved them away. "No thanks, Dumbledore. I want to know how Harry is doing. Is he ok? When will he wake up? I'll lynch Snape the next time I see him! Can I see Harry now?" asked Sirius hurriedly. Remus nodded.
"Yes, when can we see Harry? And when will he wake up?" asked Remus.
Harry was inwardly touched by the concern that both his godfather and ex- professor seemed to show for his well being.
"Don't worry, he'll wake up in about two months," said Harry. Sirius looked angry.
"I'll kill Snape for this. The man does not need to be around children. Or small animals," growled Sirius. Harry had to suppress a snort.
"You can go see him right now, but Sirius, I would like a word with you alone first. Remus, why don't you go on to the Hospital Wing? I'll only keep Sirius for a minute," said Harry.
Remus looked confused as to why Dumbledore couldn't tell Sirius what ever it was in front of him, and Sirius was just confused. Remus nodded anyway and left. Sirius sat back in his chair and regarded the old man in front of him warily.
"What do you have to talk to me about that you can't say in front of Remus?" asked Sirius. Harry smiled. He had to tell someone, but he only wanted Sirius to know. He'd be more prone to keeping his little secret.
"Hypothetically speaking, Sirius, what would you do if you discovered Harry was a . . . Erm, poltergeist for instance?" asked Harry uncertainly. Sirius paled drastically.
"YOU MEAN MY GODSON IS DEAD!?!" yelled Sirius as he stood from his chair. Harry raised his hands in a surrendering manner.
"No, no, he's not dead. Calm down, Sirius. It was just a hypothetical question!" reasoned Harry. Sirius sat back down and had to good grace to appear sheepish.
"Sorry Dumbledore, you just scared me there for a minute. Was that all? Can I go see Harry now?" asked Sirius hopefully. Judging by Sirius's emotional outburst, Harry wasn't to keen about telling him of his little "problem" now. Maybe later, but not anytime soon. The man would probably not believe him anyways.
Harry sighed. "Sure go on, but don't change back to human form. Even in the Hospital Wing. I'm sure Harry doesn't want to wake up and find out that his godfather was thrown back in Azkaban."
Sirius thanked him quickly, opened the door, changed, and took off towards the hospital wing. Harry slumped back down in his chair.
"Why me?" asked Harry to no one in particular. Fawkes just trilled quietly in the corner. Harry glared at him. "Fat lot of help you are," said Harry.
Harry tried to think about how he got himself into this situation. He had been walking to the Hospital Wing from the Potion's classroom. He had been thinking of Dumbledore at the time, but how did he come in the possession of his body?
Harry mentally added "possession" to the ever-growing list of "spirit powers". Well it would be fun if Harry could posses people at will. Harry smirked evilly as he imagined possessing Snape. Oh, he could have so much fun! He would totally embarrass himself, and everyone would think it was Snape doing it!
As Harry was thinking of being Snape, he suddenly felt that sickly sensations that he felt before he "became" Dumbledore. The room started spinning and Harry closed his eyes tightly. All the while thinking "Not again".
The spinning stopped, and Harry opened his eyes. He was greatly surprised to see the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins sitting in front of him in what appeared to be the Potion's classroom.
With a startled squeaking noise, which Harry recognized as Snape's voice, he stumbled behind "his" desk and sat down hard. Many of the student's stifled snorts of laughter.
"Are you alright, Professor Snape?" asked a seventh year Slytherin girl that Harry didn't know the name of. Well, that confirmed it. He could posses people by just thinking about being them. Harry really hoped Dumbledore didn't know that he had possessed him. It wouldn't be too good for Harry.
"Yes, I'm fine," answered Harry slowly. He suddenly had an epiphany. He was in Snape's body. He could do everything he was imagining doing to ruin Snape's reputation just minutes ago.
Harry grinned widely. Many of the students gasped and shrank back into their desks. One girl even held up her necklace, which had a cross on the chain, in front of her in hopes to ward off evil, Erm, Snape. Oh hell, they go hand in hand!
"Oh I'm just fine. I've also got a great idea. How's about we all play a little game!" asked Harry enthusiastically. The students just exchanged confused, and in some cases, frightened looks.
"Okay, we are all going to play Truth or Dare. Jeremy Goldstein, Truth or Dare?" asked Harry. Jeremy Goldstein was a Gryffindor.
"Umm, truth sir," said Jeremy uncertainly. Harry just smiled, which did nothing to soothe the elder Gryffindor' fears.
"Is it true, Jeremy, that I am the ugliest, most slimy bastard on the planet?" asked Harry nonchalantly. Many of the students gasped, and some laughed. Jeremy looked awfully confused, but thanks to the fabled Gryffindor courage, spoke truthfully.
"Yes sir, it's completely true," said Jeremy confidently. Harry nodded in satisfaction.
"Thank you Jeremy. One thousand points to Gryffindor," beamed Harry. Many of the Slytherin students choked and one even fainted. The Gryffindors just stared. Harry started humming the tune to some song that the muggleborns recognized, but none of the wizarding children did as he skipped out of the classroom. Students could hear him singing all the way out of the dungeons.
"I'M A YANKEE DOODLE DANDY. YANKEE DOODLE DO OR DIE. YANKEE DOODLE CAME TO LONDON JUST TO RIDE TO PONYS. I'M THAT YANKEE DOODLE BOY . . .."
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Heh, erm, well there's chapter four! Please do review and tell me what you think. Don't forget! I welcome ideas, and they would be given full credit to the giver. Thanks,
Siripiritus
By the way, what are your opinions on the cloning of sheep?
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Mind Games
Chapter Four
Harry screamed. And screamed. And screamed. And continued to scream for quite some time. How the Helltzer fizzy aspirin tablets did he get INSIDE of Dumbledore? Harry Potter was officially freaked out. He thought that he was just some sort of spirit who could will things to happen and touch inanimate objects. He did not expect to be able to get in other people's heads!
Harry stood up quickly and examined his newly acquired body. Yes, he was certainly Dumbledore, but where was the old man now if Harry was currently "inhabiting" his body? Was Dumbledore somehow a "spirit thing" like Harry was? Harry really hoped that he could find away out of this situation. He really didn't fancy spending the rest of his life, however longer that may be, as Albus Dumbledore of all people.
Again, Fawkes trilled in the corner. Harry looked over at the phoenix. "Do you know that I'm not really Dumbledore?" asked Harry warily. Fawkes nodded once. 'Well,' Harry mused, 'Phoenix's are supposed to be more intelligent than most magical creatures. Why am I not surprised he would sense me in here.'
"Well, do you know how to get me out of here?" asked Harry desperately. Fawkes just did the equivalence of a bird shrug and went back to preening his feathers. Harry made an agitated noise in the back of his throat.
"Bloody flaming chicken," muttered Harry angrily under his breath. Just then, a knock sounded on the door. This sudden noise made Harry jump in his chair and forget all about Fawkes's oh so helpful behavior.
"Erm . . . come in?" asked Harry uncertainly. If he was somehow stuck in Dumbledore's body, then he was just going to have to put his almost non- existent acting skills to good use.
Remus Lupin and a large black dog entered the room. Harry had to catch himself before he flung himself at his godfather. This whole "switching body things" was a tad too much to handle at the moment. Remus just regarded him strangely as he shut and locked the door.
"Headmaster, are you feeling alright?" asked Remus. Harry nodded and tried to think of what Dumbledore would say. He had enough encounters with the headmaster to try to imitate his behavior. At least he hoped he had.
"Of course I'm okay. Um, would you care for a lemon drop?" offered Harry as he handed the bowl of lemon drops that were on the desk to Remus and Sirius, who had by then changed back to his human form.
Sirius waved them away. "No thanks, Dumbledore. I want to know how Harry is doing. Is he ok? When will he wake up? I'll lynch Snape the next time I see him! Can I see Harry now?" asked Sirius hurriedly. Remus nodded.
"Yes, when can we see Harry? And when will he wake up?" asked Remus.
Harry was inwardly touched by the concern that both his godfather and ex- professor seemed to show for his well being.
"Don't worry, he'll wake up in about two months," said Harry. Sirius looked angry.
"I'll kill Snape for this. The man does not need to be around children. Or small animals," growled Sirius. Harry had to suppress a snort.
"You can go see him right now, but Sirius, I would like a word with you alone first. Remus, why don't you go on to the Hospital Wing? I'll only keep Sirius for a minute," said Harry.
Remus looked confused as to why Dumbledore couldn't tell Sirius what ever it was in front of him, and Sirius was just confused. Remus nodded anyway and left. Sirius sat back in his chair and regarded the old man in front of him warily.
"What do you have to talk to me about that you can't say in front of Remus?" asked Sirius. Harry smiled. He had to tell someone, but he only wanted Sirius to know. He'd be more prone to keeping his little secret.
"Hypothetically speaking, Sirius, what would you do if you discovered Harry was a . . . Erm, poltergeist for instance?" asked Harry uncertainly. Sirius paled drastically.
"YOU MEAN MY GODSON IS DEAD!?!" yelled Sirius as he stood from his chair. Harry raised his hands in a surrendering manner.
"No, no, he's not dead. Calm down, Sirius. It was just a hypothetical question!" reasoned Harry. Sirius sat back down and had to good grace to appear sheepish.
"Sorry Dumbledore, you just scared me there for a minute. Was that all? Can I go see Harry now?" asked Sirius hopefully. Judging by Sirius's emotional outburst, Harry wasn't to keen about telling him of his little "problem" now. Maybe later, but not anytime soon. The man would probably not believe him anyways.
Harry sighed. "Sure go on, but don't change back to human form. Even in the Hospital Wing. I'm sure Harry doesn't want to wake up and find out that his godfather was thrown back in Azkaban."
Sirius thanked him quickly, opened the door, changed, and took off towards the hospital wing. Harry slumped back down in his chair.
"Why me?" asked Harry to no one in particular. Fawkes just trilled quietly in the corner. Harry glared at him. "Fat lot of help you are," said Harry.
Harry tried to think about how he got himself into this situation. He had been walking to the Hospital Wing from the Potion's classroom. He had been thinking of Dumbledore at the time, but how did he come in the possession of his body?
Harry mentally added "possession" to the ever-growing list of "spirit powers". Well it would be fun if Harry could posses people at will. Harry smirked evilly as he imagined possessing Snape. Oh, he could have so much fun! He would totally embarrass himself, and everyone would think it was Snape doing it!
As Harry was thinking of being Snape, he suddenly felt that sickly sensations that he felt before he "became" Dumbledore. The room started spinning and Harry closed his eyes tightly. All the while thinking "Not again".
The spinning stopped, and Harry opened his eyes. He was greatly surprised to see the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins sitting in front of him in what appeared to be the Potion's classroom.
With a startled squeaking noise, which Harry recognized as Snape's voice, he stumbled behind "his" desk and sat down hard. Many of the student's stifled snorts of laughter.
"Are you alright, Professor Snape?" asked a seventh year Slytherin girl that Harry didn't know the name of. Well, that confirmed it. He could posses people by just thinking about being them. Harry really hoped Dumbledore didn't know that he had possessed him. It wouldn't be too good for Harry.
"Yes, I'm fine," answered Harry slowly. He suddenly had an epiphany. He was in Snape's body. He could do everything he was imagining doing to ruin Snape's reputation just minutes ago.
Harry grinned widely. Many of the students gasped and shrank back into their desks. One girl even held up her necklace, which had a cross on the chain, in front of her in hopes to ward off evil, Erm, Snape. Oh hell, they go hand in hand!
"Oh I'm just fine. I've also got a great idea. How's about we all play a little game!" asked Harry enthusiastically. The students just exchanged confused, and in some cases, frightened looks.
"Okay, we are all going to play Truth or Dare. Jeremy Goldstein, Truth or Dare?" asked Harry. Jeremy Goldstein was a Gryffindor.
"Umm, truth sir," said Jeremy uncertainly. Harry just smiled, which did nothing to soothe the elder Gryffindor' fears.
"Is it true, Jeremy, that I am the ugliest, most slimy bastard on the planet?" asked Harry nonchalantly. Many of the students gasped, and some laughed. Jeremy looked awfully confused, but thanks to the fabled Gryffindor courage, spoke truthfully.
"Yes sir, it's completely true," said Jeremy confidently. Harry nodded in satisfaction.
"Thank you Jeremy. One thousand points to Gryffindor," beamed Harry. Many of the Slytherin students choked and one even fainted. The Gryffindors just stared. Harry started humming the tune to some song that the muggleborns recognized, but none of the wizarding children did as he skipped out of the classroom. Students could hear him singing all the way out of the dungeons.
"I'M A YANKEE DOODLE DANDY. YANKEE DOODLE DO OR DIE. YANKEE DOODLE CAME TO LONDON JUST TO RIDE TO PONYS. I'M THAT YANKEE DOODLE BOY . . .."
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Heh, erm, well there's chapter four! Please do review and tell me what you think. Don't forget! I welcome ideas, and they would be given full credit to the giver. Thanks,
Siripiritus