"Professor...wh-what happened? Where is my scar?"

"Harry, as I've said, something went terribly wrong when I cast the spell. Everything started off well, but somehow the spell was interrupted. You started to change lives with someone, but I'm afraid that something stopped you. Harry", Dumbledore became strangely quiet suddenly.","...You are no longer the-boy-who-lived."

Harry sat in shock for a moment. He could feel an enormous weight welling up in the pit of his stomach.

"What am I going to do? I'm no longer the-boy-who-lived. Wait a minute...I'm no longer the-boy-who-lived! That's exactly what I wanted. But wait...does that mean..."

"Professor, does that mean..." Harry looked very eager as he continued. "Are my parents alive?" Harry practically yelled with anticipation.

Dumbledore's usually clear eyes suddenly became cloudy and disturbed. "I'm afraid not Harry. I'm sorry. The spell was never meant to bring them back. Even the most advanced magic cannot bring people back to life. Even mistakes can't."

Dumbledore seemed so sad as he told the boy that his parents would never come back.

"However, Harry. I do believe that you got what you wanted, only better. You are still Harry Potter. But you are no longer expected to save the wizarding world. Isn't that why you wanted to change lives with someone else. So that you wouldn't have to deal with the pressure."

"Yes, professor" Harry deadpanned. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes Harry-"

"Does everyone still think that I am the-boy-who-lived?"

"Ah Harry, I was wondering when you would ask that. I know because I cast the spell. However, as far as everyone else is concerned, you were never attacked by Voldemort."

"What does everyone think about my parents?"

"Everyone knows that they died at the hands of Voldemort. They just don't know that you were attacked."

Harry sat for a moment trying to comprehend everything that was going on around him.

"Thank You Professor. Would it be okay if I went to my dormitory during herbology. Or, maybe to the hospital wing. I have a pounding headache, and I think I'd like to get some rest. I didn't sleep much last night."

"Go see madame Pomfrey and she will take care of your headache. Then go to your dormitory. I will inform your professors that you won't be attending class today. However, I do expect you to get your rest tonight and to be in class tomorrow. You got what you wanted, start enjoying it."

Professor Dumbledore couldn't help but feel sorry for Harry as he walked so solemnly out of his office. He knew that Harry had been crushed when he found out that his parents weren't alive.

"I wish that I could make them alive, Harry. I really do." Dumbledore whispered. He knew that Harry hadn't heard him. But, being a wise man, he realized that Harry already knew how much Dumbledore hurt to see him so sad.

"Why did it have to happen this way. Why couldn't it be different. I'm still me. I guess that I got exactly what I wanted in a way, but I still didn't get my parents back. They're still gone. I guess I didn't really believe that I would ever get them back. But...for just that moment when he told me that, I just thought that maybe...maybe I'd be lucky enough to have them."

Harry continued walking around the castle on his way to the hospital wing.

"But, wait a minute. If I'm no longer the-boy-who-lived...then who is?"

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. Who traded places (at least partially) with him. The spell worked two ways...and surely, even though it was interrupted...surely someone was going to trade places with him.

"I have to go back and talk to Professor Dumbledore. Maybe he'll know who traded with me. Maybe he'll know whose life I was going to get."

Ten feet from the hospital door Harry suddenly turned around and headed back to Dumbledore's office. He again reached the statue and gave the password. And, for the third time in two days he headed up the rotating stairs into the Headmaster's office. He knocked loudly on the door.

"Come in Harry."

"How does that man know everything?" But, at the moment Harry had to admit that he was glad the Dumbledore knew all the answers that he needed.

Harry opened the door and walked in. There was someone sitting in the chair that he had occupied only half n hour earlier. He walked up and looked the stranger in the face. It was Neville Longbottom, but something was different.

On Neville's forehead, there was an interesting, lightning shaped scar that looked very familiar to Harry.

/N: I know that this chapter is shorter than most of my others. And, it's definitely not one of my best. I think I like chapter 3 the best so far. But, Ineeded to getthis information out of the way before I continued.

You may think that you have the plot figured out, but you really don't. Not yet anyway. Take your best guess. I'd love to hear where you think I'm taking this story. Just know that there is going to be an amazing plot twist near the end, and unless you have ESP I don't think you'll figure it out. Have fun trying though. REVIEW, and thanks for reading.

God Bless,

P.S. I know that I made it really obvious that Neville was the one. But, you have to understand that right now Harry is so confused that he doesn't know what to think. He wouldn't have realized that it was Neville. And, I like for the readers to find out things at the same time Harry does. It's more fun that way.