Chapter 2 – Unsynchronised movements
Harry felt as though he was swimming in an extremely viscous fluid, he could not see and there was a large ringing in his ears, and almost as soon as it had come on it passed, and Harry could make out a blurred outline passing him his glasses "Come on, get up; you gave us a scare then, that evil bint shouldn't have hexed you". Harry stood up, except it wasn't him controlling his body, he felt like he was trapped in his mind as someone else was in charge. Also the person in front of him was unknown to him, he did look ridiculously familiar though.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Been through a damn site worse than that in the past" came out of Harry's mouth. "At least I got her back for it, silly little mare" "What the feck is going on?" thought Harry "What did you say?", there came that voice again, the one which was coming from Harry but he wasn't controlling "Nothing, you sure you're alright, maybe you should go to Pomfrey just to make sure, you didn't half whack your head on the way down" "No shit Sherlock" Harry said, but again the words didn't come out. As much as he hated to admit it Harry was getting rather fazed at this. "Ha, ha, bloody ha. Nice try mate but you're not going to make me think I'm losing it that easily. When did you learn to throw your voice like that? You should have told us, it could come in handy" This was the third unauthorized phrase to come out of Harry's mouth, and the shock of before was starting to creep into a full-blown paranoia. At the same time it clicked that the impostor was referring to Harry's comments, so although on the one hand his worst suspicions were confirmed – he was trapped inside the mind of someone else at least he could communicate. That had to be an advantage, surely?
"Right, that's it, you're scaring me, we are off to the hospital wing" It clicked, the guy was Sirius, he recognised the concern in his voice and the deep grey eyes...but this wasn't HIS Sirius, this Sirius was Harry's age and did not have the strains of 12 years in Azkaban etched on his face...Harry's mind swirled at the prospect, trying to remember what had happened to land him in this somewhat complex situation. He was in potions, they downed the potion, and now he someone else's head. The potion was meant to be for divination, letting spirits into your mind but they hadn't done it right. Now Harry WAS the spirit; a new feeling swelled inside him, Hermione and Ron! They took the potion too...where would they be? Where they in someone's head or had the potion not affected them?
It was time for Harry to introduce himself, he could cope with himself having problems but he wasn't risking his friends, he'd lost enough without adding them into the equation "Erm, Hi. Keep your gob shut and listen to me. My name is Harry and I've had a slight mishap and got stuck, don't bother going to the medical wing, get Dumbledore to get me out of here" Harry cringed at the lameness of his introduction. By this point James had obviously decided that the fall had actually affected his sanity "Yeah Sirius, I think I will go Madame Pomfrey after all. There's something distinctly not right going on up here."
Harry felt as though he was swimming in an extremely viscous fluid, he could not see and there was a large ringing in his ears, and almost as soon as it had come on it passed, and Harry could make out a blurred outline passing him his glasses "Come on, get up; you gave us a scare then, that evil bint shouldn't have hexed you". Harry stood up, except it wasn't him controlling his body, he felt like he was trapped in his mind as someone else was in charge. Also the person in front of him was unknown to him, he did look ridiculously familiar though.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Been through a damn site worse than that in the past" came out of Harry's mouth. "At least I got her back for it, silly little mare" "What the feck is going on?" thought Harry "What did you say?", there came that voice again, the one which was coming from Harry but he wasn't controlling "Nothing, you sure you're alright, maybe you should go to Pomfrey just to make sure, you didn't half whack your head on the way down" "No shit Sherlock" Harry said, but again the words didn't come out. As much as he hated to admit it Harry was getting rather fazed at this. "Ha, ha, bloody ha. Nice try mate but you're not going to make me think I'm losing it that easily. When did you learn to throw your voice like that? You should have told us, it could come in handy" This was the third unauthorized phrase to come out of Harry's mouth, and the shock of before was starting to creep into a full-blown paranoia. At the same time it clicked that the impostor was referring to Harry's comments, so although on the one hand his worst suspicions were confirmed – he was trapped inside the mind of someone else at least he could communicate. That had to be an advantage, surely?
"Right, that's it, you're scaring me, we are off to the hospital wing" It clicked, the guy was Sirius, he recognised the concern in his voice and the deep grey eyes...but this wasn't HIS Sirius, this Sirius was Harry's age and did not have the strains of 12 years in Azkaban etched on his face...Harry's mind swirled at the prospect, trying to remember what had happened to land him in this somewhat complex situation. He was in potions, they downed the potion, and now he someone else's head. The potion was meant to be for divination, letting spirits into your mind but they hadn't done it right. Now Harry WAS the spirit; a new feeling swelled inside him, Hermione and Ron! They took the potion too...where would they be? Where they in someone's head or had the potion not affected them?
It was time for Harry to introduce himself, he could cope with himself having problems but he wasn't risking his friends, he'd lost enough without adding them into the equation "Erm, Hi. Keep your gob shut and listen to me. My name is Harry and I've had a slight mishap and got stuck, don't bother going to the medical wing, get Dumbledore to get me out of here" Harry cringed at the lameness of his introduction. By this point James had obviously decided that the fall had actually affected his sanity "Yeah Sirius, I think I will go Madame Pomfrey after all. There's something distinctly not right going on up here."