A/N: If you haven't read my other story yet, you may want to know that this one comes directly after it. LoL

I forgot to mention that. ALSO!! In one whole thing:

NO, most of these characters are NOT mine. In fact, the ones you MIGHT call mine, are really my friend's characters…I'm just using them. The school, the creatures, etc…are not mine!!! The ONLY thing that is mine is the plot...and the actual story I have placed here. OK?

Enjoy!!!  :o)

CHAPTER TWO-HOUSE ELVES

About twenty minutes later, the fifth years were returning to the common rooms for their break while the other students were leaving. The seventh years came in about ten minutes afterwards because they had to take care of their brooms.

"Hey, Harry! Hey, Ron!" Ginny called when she saw them come into the room.

"How are you, Ginny?" Harry asked.

"Ok. Do you know Jessica, Hermione? She need some help in her potions class."

"Hello, Jessica. What do you need help with?" Hermione, who came in right behind Harry and Ron, turned to the tall girl with shoulder length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Well, I'm not sure, but even when I do all of the instructions correctly, my potions all come out wrong."

"What happens to make them wrong?" asked Aimee, who had come in with Hermione.

"Well, we were supposed to be making a sleeping drought and instead of falling asleep, my partner transformed into a monster from under the bed!"

"Hmmm…sounds like you have the weird talent of making spells change their job."

"Huh?"

"It's a special type of talent my Tutor taught me about. Some people have strange abilities that most people can't do."

"Like Harry is a Parslemouth?"

"Precisely."

Aimee smiled at Jessica. Suddenly, realization dawned on her face. Whirling around, she asked Harry, "You're a Parslemouth?!"

"Yea," he responded, blushing.

"Who, exactly, ARE you?" Aimee still didn't quite believe that this was HIM, the Boy-Who-Lived, the boy, who, as an infant had defeated the Dark Lord.

"Harry Potter," was his simple response.

"Wow." Aimee looked at him with such a look that he thought she was going to pass out.

"Are you ok?"

"Yea, yea," she said, waving her hand at him, "I'm fine."

Aimee sat down at the table, where she found a bowl of candies in the middle of the table. Selecting a piece of chocolate, she offered a piece to the others. Hermione accepted one, so everyone else did too.

Everyone else sat down around the table, and soon everyone was chatting.

As Harry and Ron discussed quidditch tryouts, (Harry was quidditch captain that year), Hermione, Aimee, Ginny, and Jessica started to try to figure out Jessica's talent, and to help her to figure out how to counter it and make it only work when she chose.

Harry smiled as his wife looked at him impishly. "Do you remember that?"

"Yep!" she replied. Aimee grabbed his arm and pulled him to the mantle, where lots of pictures were sitting. Pointing one out, "Harry, remember when this picture was taken?"

"Sure do!"

"I wanna see!" Beryl exclaimed. Aimee passed the picture around the room. "Colin Creevy took that picture. That's his hobby, photography. He was quite amazed to learn who those two are!"

"Who are they, Auntie?"

"Well,…"

Hermione was impatiently attempting to get everyone to hurry up.

"C'mon, guys, it's time to go to dinner!"

It was several hours later, classes had ended for the day, and Hermione was ravenous. She didn't know why, but it felt like she hadn't eaten in weeks.

After much prodding and pulling, she managed to persuade her friends to leave the common room for the great hall.

"Finally!"

Dinner was as uneventful as could be, and soon everyone was heading back upstairs to bed.

Late that night, down in the kitchens, Winky and Dobby were quarreling.

"We mustn't. We gotta be good elves or our master kick us out, Dobby!"

"Dumbledore says it ok! We must go. We have to go!"

all that resulted in this was a large scale cat-fight between the two of them. The two house elves quickly received an audience of surprised house elves.

Meanwhile, in their dormitories, Hermione and Aimee were tossing and turning in their sleep. Anyone who watched this strange occurrence would quickly notice that they moved in the same way at the same time. "O!" each of them said at the same time, clutching their stomachs.

Suddenly, both girls sat up straight in bed; still asleep. The two of them got up and slept walked towards each other. They woke up when BOOM! They crashed into each other and suddenly appeared where BOOM! Winky threw Dobby into the wall.

Three house elves stood in the center of the room, staring at Dobby, who lay, unconscious on the floor, while the rest of the house elves scrambled out of there.

Aimee stared at the house elf on the floor, then looked around, "Hi. Where am I?"

Hermione looked at her. "In the kitchens," she replied softly. Then she went over to Dobby to help him out. After waking him up, she helped him stand up. "Who are you?" were the first words out of his mouth. Hermione looked at him very surprised.

"What do you mean? It's me, Hermy!"

"No," he said decisively, "THAT's Hermy," he pointed at Aimee.

"What?!" Hermione asked, then looked at Aimee's hand and then her own. "Oh my God! No! Not this, how could…"

"What's going on?" Aimee interrupted.

Hermione stared at her.

"You're me! You're Hermy!"

"No, I'm not, I'm Aimee!"

"No!" Hermione exclaimed as she went quickly to her and grabbed her hand and pointed out Aimee's forefinger.

"That's HIS finger!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing at Dobby. Aimee, who had not realized yet that she had been completely transformed, looked herself over, after realizing that her finger was now greenish brown, instead of it's normally peachy-pink tone.

"W-w-w-what do you," Aimee stuttered, "what do you mean?"

"You're me! And that must mean," Hermione's eyes went wide, "I'm YOU!"

Aimee gasped.

About ten minutes later, they were in their dormitory, hiding from everybody. "How can I be you?" Aimee asked her.

"we must have switched places somehow, but I don't know how," Hermione replied, in a panic.

"Calm down. Wait a minute," Aimee did a double take, "What do you mean, you're me? I'm not a house elf!"

"I KNOW! I'm not one, either! Not technically, anyway." Hermione's response was full of sobs.

"Who exactly ARE you?!"

"I'm Hermione."

"But…" Aimee's reply died in thin air. "So That's what Professor  McGonagall was talking about! You're gift! You can become a house elf!"

Hermione nodded.

"But, I can't become a house elf! So, how come if I'm you and you're me, we're BOTH house elves?"

"I don't know!" Hermione sobbed.

"Calm down, please, calm down!"

Aimee tried to comfort the sobbing house elf. Within minutes, Hermione had sobbed herself to sleep, and Aimee, too, fell asleep, holding Hermione close in a comforting embrace.

The next morning, after everyone else had gone downstairs for breakfast, the two girls went outside, in hope of talking to Hagrid.

"He'll know what to do!" Hermione told Aimee, "He loves magical creatures!"

But, the two of them did not expect that Colin Creevy would be right outside Hagrid's cabin, taking photographs of everything he could. Seeing the two of them, he took a picture. "I'll make doubles," he told them, "That way, you two can have a copy, ok?"

"the two dumbfounded house elves nodded mutely. "Good. I'll give it to Dumbledore to give to you, ok?"

Without waiting for a reply, he walked off in search of something else to photograph.

Seconds later, the two of them charged into Hagrid's hut.

"Help!" Hermione exclaimed. "Hagrid!!"

"Hagrid turned around and looked at the two of them. Both cringed at the size of the man. Fang bounded over to greet them too, yet even he was bigger then the two of them. "AHHH!" screamed Aimee.

Hagrid grabbed Fang's collar and told him to sit and stay.

"Now, why might two house elves be coming to me for help?" he asked them.

"We're not house elves!" Hermione exclaimed!

"Well, then what might you be?"

"We're STUDENTS!"

"Calm down, Hermi-"

"HERMIONE?" Hagrid interrupted, "you're Hermione?"

Hermione nodded.

"Who are you, then?"

"Aimee."

"Aimee who?"

"Aimee Legal-"

"LEGALADOR? The duchess? O my, What happened?"

"We don't know. Can you help us at least become human again? I think we've become each other."

"What do you mean, you 'think you become each other'"?

Hermione had had enough and grabbed Aimee's hand and, pointing, exclaimed, "That's Dobby's finger!"

Hagrid looked at the two with a look of surprise mixed with fear on his face.

"What had happened to you, Auntie Aimee?"  Mackenzie asked. "You're not mommy!"

Aimee couldn't help but suppress a laugh. "Your mother and I switched places. She's half house elf, but only because of a spell, not because of birth."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mackenzie eyed her aunt reproachfully.

"Well, Professor McGonagall explained this to us, after Hagrid practically dragged us to her classroom. Actually, I believe he carried your mother!"

Hermione glared at Aimee, as she continued the story.

Several minutes later, after Hagrid had literally sat the two girls down in chairs and commanded them to stay (because the really did NOT want to be there) Professor McGonagall came out to question the two of them.

"Which one of you is Hermione?"

Hermione looked up. "Me."

"So that means your Aimee," she stated, looking towards the house elf she knew to be Hermy. "I think you two are in a bit of a predicament."

"I should say so!" Hagrid said.

"Hagrid? Go get Harry and Ron."

 "Alright."

As Hagrid got to the door, she thought of something else as well.

"Get Dumbledore, also."

He nodded to show that he heard as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Now, ladies, what exactly is going on? When did this occur?"

"L-l-l-last night," Hermione replied, as though the professor might hit her all of a sudden for no reason. Professor McGonagall noticed this right away.

"Aimee?"

"We were in bed, sleeping, but not well. I was tossing and turning all night until this happened because my stomach hurt. But then were were in the kitchens and a house elf was on the floor, with another one standing above him, glaring. Hermione called him Dobby."

"was your stomach hurting before this? Either one of you?"

"Mine was! At dinner!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, then as if realizing she had spoken, she cringed in fear.

"Are you ok?"

 Hermione didn't reply, and only cowered more.

That's when the door of the office banged open and in barged Harry, Ron, Ginny, Jessica, Hagrid, and Dumbledore. With them were also two boys; Kadry and Gabriel.

Hagrid hadn't had to go far to find any of them because they were all together.  Each of them had their own predicaments, but none were as bad as Aimee's and Hermione's.

Kadry and Gabriel had discovered that unknown things are best not toyed with the hard way. Kadry had become quite ghost like. You could see right through him. Gabriel had a similar problem, but not the same.  He appeared to be made of snow!! He looked like a skinny snowman that actually had legs!

Ron had problems as well. His hair had turned green; but it was no longer hair, it was leaves. Some sort of plant was growing from his head! What made it scary was that it looked an awful lot like a plant that the seventh years had learned about in their second year; the Mandrake.

Harry and Ginny had strange problems as well.

Ginny had grown beautiful wings. They made her look like an angel. Cleverly, she had put on a simple dress. She wasn't worried about them!

But Harry was worried about his problem. From waist up, he was almost normal, except that his skin had become scaly and around his head was a cobra's crest instead of his normal human features. From wait down, he had a snake's body. He looked rather distraught.

Jessica also had some problems to deal with. She came in, dressed in nothing but a swimsuit. Immediately, Professor McGonagall asked why.

"Because I shower in one and I didn't change when I ran to find Professor Dumbledore to show him this." Jessica stepped over to the washbasin by McGonagall's desk and ran some water into it. The second she put her hand into it, her lower body merged into one long blue-green tail, and her hair turned purple. Removing her hand reversed the effect. Everyone looked at her dumbfounded.

"Well, I guess the question is, what caused this?"

"I have a theory," Dumbledore replied. "Ron, are any of you brother's candies in the building?"

"I don't know."

"We found some candies in our room professor." Gabriel said quietly.

"Ahh. That would do it. So now we understand why everything happened."

"But, sir, we each only ate one candy. Why then would two things happen to me?" Aimee asked.

"Hmm. Well, you two switched places according to Hagrid."

Aimee nodded.

"Did Dobby get hurt?"

Hermione nodded.

"Then there's your answer! You are now Hermione and she is you. Her body becomes a house elf when Dobby gets hurt. But because it's not a gift from birth, but rather a spell, it happens to her soul, as well!"

"O my."

"I don't understand," Gabriel said.

Dumbledore smiled and turned to the boy.

"Basically, Hermione will become a house elf whenever she is needed as one, whether or not she is in her own body because the spell is connected to her spirit. However, it is still connected to her body so there fore, Aimee, as Hermione, also turned into a house elf. Because the fingers exchanged between Dobby and 'Hermy', or Hermione, are bodily changes, not spiritual changes, Aimee has Dobby's finger, not Hermione. That is why we could so easily detect what happened."

Silence filled the room as everyone took in what the Headmaster had just told them.

After about five minutes, Ron muttered to himself, "My brothers don't have to be here to cause trouble, do they?"

"Mommy?" Shirley asked.

"Yes, dear?"

"You weren't acting like you did as Hermy in the other story."

Hermione was shocked at the observation of her youngest daughter

"You're right, but then, I wasn't myself, was I?"

"No, I guess not." The little girl's furrowed brow told everyone in the room that she was thinking hard. "But Auntie Aimee doesn't act like that!"

"True," Aimee told her, "however this is now. I don't act like that NOW. When I was at Hogwarts, it was a different matter. My father was not one to be reckoned with. Your mother, as me, knew that he was going to be very angry, so was reacting to such fears. I, on the other hand, as Hermione, did NOT remember such things because Hermione would not know them, so was unafraid."

"Was your daddy scary?"

"No, just set in his ways."

"What happened when he learned?"

By mutual agreement, from the students involved, and the professors as well, it was decided that this was to be kept hushed. Professor McGonagall helped Aimee and Hermione revert to human forms, although she could do nothing about switching them back. Jessica's problem was more easily remedied. "Don't touch water near anyone else," was the strict order she received.

Ron's problem was relatively easy. Dumbledore taught him how to create illusion spells to make it appear as though his hair was normal. Ginny did a similar thing, only she used the spell to hide her wings.

Kadry, Gabriel, and Harry were harder to work out. A ghost like boy, a snow mad, and a serpent, they made a ridiculous trio. And their problems were not so easily covered.

Dumbledore had to teach Kadry a spell that was normally for ghosts; real ghosts. The spell makes it so that the ghost using it looks like he is alive, not dead. It was very hard for Kadry, but he figured it out soon enough. Gabriel had to become something other then snow. This task was even more difficult. But, someone found an answer. A charm was put on him to make him like the fabled Frosty the Snowman. The only added detail was color, to which end, they again used the ghost spell for the appearance of life.

Finally, came Harry's turn. No one knew what to do with him. Not only was he a large serpent, but he talked with a "Sisssss" in almost all of his words. But, suddenly, Aimee thought of something and ran out to the library. Within ten minutes, she was back again with a large book. "Look," she said, opening to a spot she had carefully marked. "He can become human on his own will. Harry's become a Naga, or half serpent, half human.."

She turned the book over and read from the pages, "Believed to be extinct, Naga are magical beasts with the upper body human and the lower body a serpent. They can, at will either become wholly snake or human and live off the land. Beware of the Cobra like Naga, however. He is the king of the nest and is the most feisty of the beats. It is believed that the species originated because of experiments with cross-breeding in the wizarding world because you can find any race of human and any species of serpent in these creatures."

Once again silence filled the room as everyone looked back and forth between Aimee and Harry. After a few minutes, Harry attempted to become completely human. It took a few tries, but in the end he was quite successful.

"Are you sure its not Hermione in there?" Harry said looking at Aimee amused. Aimee however looked angry and Harry felt kinda bad about saying that.

"Well you should, Potter!" Aimee said. Harry looked at her in awe and she says explaining...sort of..."Don't say things in your mind you don't want heard."

Everyone in the room stared at her. Suddenly, Aimee froze, her mouth hung open and her eyes wide. She had just realized what she had done. She didn't know how she had done so, but she had. Aimee ran out of the room and down the hallway, very unsure of what was happening.

She wasn't doing a good job of watching where she was going, either.

Bang! She fell onto the floor. "Granger, can't you watch where you're going?" sneered a male voice. She looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing above her, laughing with two other Slytherin goons, whose names she didn't know yet.

After glaring at her and calling her rotten names that if they had known who she really was would not even be directed to anyone near her, never mind too her, they stalked off, leaving her sprawled on the floor.

A little while later Aimee found herself face to face with herself. It took her a minute to regain her composure, but she remembered that She and Hermione had switched places. Both girls were very unsure of them selves. They were trying to be themselves, as is instinct. However their bodies wanted them to act like each other. Although that was probably better for keeping the problem low, it did little good.

Meanwhile, Ginny and Jessica were wandering outside on the school grounds by the lake. "What good are you're brothers' spells if we don't use them?" Jessica demanded. Ginny shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to try to fly, too.

"So, what are we waiting for?"

"Are you serious?" Ginny was shocked.

"Yep."

"We can't do that NOW!"

"Tonight then? You can fly around and I can take a swim."

"But what if someone catches us?"

"Who is going to see us?"

"I don't know…." Ginny trailed off, uncertain.

But later on, Ginny could hardly wait for dinner to be over so she and Jessica could sneak out and try their 'gifts' out.