The Switch

It was an ordinary day at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were arguing, again. About what,? Who's life was easier.

" You don't know what it's like to be me!" shouted Harry.

" Yes, Potter, It must be so harder being famous before you even know you're a wizard." contorted Draco. " Look at me! I'm Harry Potter." He added pulling his hands up to his chest, spinning around like an idiot. By this point, a large crowd had gathered to watch, laughing.

" Oh yeah, It must be so hard being a pretty boy." snickered Harry.

" You're right. I am pretty." replied Draco, flattering himself. " But you would never be able to keep up in my footsteps." he threatened, pointing one long, bony finger at Harry.

" I feel bad for you. Your father's in jail because he was a Death Eater, while my father died trying to save me. Pity yours would never do that.."

" Don't make fun of my father. I'm warning you." warned Draco.

" Don't make fun of your father, aye." fooled Harry. " Well, How about your mother. I mean, she's so skinny. Tell me something, does she eat less or barf more?"

" I warned you, Potter!" shouted Draco. He swished his wand out and said, " Crucio!"

But Harry pulled his wand out at the exact same time and Shouted, " Expelliarimus !"toward the on-coming beam of light. As the two beams collided, the lights flickered on and off, the grounds shook, and then everything that was in the Great Hall was touched by the silent shadow of the purple light. Then everything around Harry and Draco spun, quickly, while Harry and Draco were lifted into the air. Then, they came spinning down. As soon as their feet hit the hard floor, everything was calm.

" What just happened, Potter?" asked a frightened Malfoy, whom at the moment was not looking at Harry.

" I don't know. It might have been an earthquake." shrugged Harry.

" Interesting." said Draco.

Then, Harry and Draco turned to face each other. Draco's perfect pale eyes widened…Harry's face was taunt with confusion..

" Potter… you look just like… me."

" So, do you. You have my face and my body. But my mind is in your body."

" What do we do?" panicked Draco.

" We should tell Dumbledore… right away." answered Harry, heading towards the headmaster's office. As he walked, Harry ran a hand through his now bleach blond hair. " How do you live with your hair?" he asked, in disgust.

" That happens to be a very stylish hair-do, that I've had since I was two." Draco replied. " Besides, your hair's no wonder work, either. Look at all these knots." he protested, trying to untwine his fingers from the jet black mess on top of his head.

" That's because I can't tame it. What's your excuse?" giggled Harry.

" Very funny" remarked Draco, as they turned the corner.

The two soon came to a halt in front of a giant winged- gargoyle. Harry told it the password and it began to spin, revealing a spiraling staircase. The switched boys hopped on. The gargoyle stopped at the top of the cylinder-shaped tunnel. They slipped off.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his red cushy armchair, enjoying an extremely large book and a cup of tea.

" Professor?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore looked up from the humongous book. " Yes, Harry?"

Harry explained their situation. When, he finished, Dumbledore remained very calm, and said, " This has only happened to two other students at Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor and Salazaar Slytherin. But, when they had put aside they're differences, the spell was lifted."

" You mean…"

Harry and Draco looked horrified.

" We have to get along!"

They both screamed.

TO BE CONTINUED…

( take it away, Dru "