Albus Dumbledore looked up as he heard a rapping on his door. "Come in." his old low voice said. The six students crammed into the stairwell and waited for the statue to rise into the office. Once there, they squeezed off, Blaize and Hermione falling on the ground. Dumbledore smiled to himself as he stood and looked around at them all, taking each one in slowly. "What is this all about?" he asked slowly. Suddenly, there was a burst of voices filling the room. Anger, disgust and hate were most the most dominant emotion.

"One at a time, one at, a time." Said the Proffesor holding up his hands to silence them which they did.

"Harry, you first." Draco stepped forward as Dumbledore sat down.

"Mister Malfoy, I believe I was speaking to Mister Potter."
"But I..." Draco took a step back, and Harry stepped forward, Dumbledore nodded as he waited for a responce.

"Whatever the bloody 'ell happened, it's Scarheads fault!" Harry pointed at Draco, the Proffesor didn't completly follow.

(OK, In case your confused all ready, I'm using who the characters look like, not the real person. It became difficult I found after the third or so chapter. I hope you don't mind. Here's a mind refresher just in case your forgot who looks like who... .
Draco - Harry -vis versa-
Ron - Blaize -vis versa-
Pansy - Hermione -vis versa-
Yay, that wasn't to bad I guess. Oh, by the way, I have a few plans that may... trip some of you up in later chapters, stay with me to find out!)

"Mister Potter, Malfoy, please come here." Dumbledore stated, hands motioning for them to step forward.
Once the boys stood before him, he continued in a low tone so the others could not hear.

"Harry, raise your hand" He did, a pale hand, then put it down and moved the blonde hair from his eyes.
"Draco. Now you." Dumbledore watched quietly, as if this were a delecate science experiance.

"I, um, see. Are the others, the same as well?"

"Yes Proffesor." said Draco with a nodded.

The old man stood again, and made his way across the large rounded room towards the four.

"Hermione, Ron, raise your hands." The two did, but both had sour looks on their faces, neither making any eye contact with the Proffesor.
"Blaize, Pansy." They did as well, but they looked up to Dumbledore, eyes pleading for help.

"Interesting... quite interesting... Do any of you know what happened?"

"If we did you ruddy old-" Harry started but Draco covered his mouth.
"No Proffesor, we don't." Draco covered, Harry went to bite him but didn't because his hand had moved.

"Maybe it was a potion, charm... hex?" the Proffesor continued.

"We don't know!" Blaize yelled, hands balled into fists ready to punch the first thing he could reach.
"That's why we're here! We don't know what happened, but whatever it was, we want it gone!" Hermione said all pouty. Pansy was ready to smack her.

Everyone nodded with Hermione's statement however. They only wanted to be changed back.

Dumbledore raised a thin brow as he looked at them all. "Well, I can't change it. Not until I know what type of magic it is."

"WHAT!" was the one word that filled the room. All the students stared at Alubs angrily.

"That can't be, you have to change us back!" Harry exclaimed.

"I don't want this short hair! I like my real hair!" Pansy cried.

"Oh, like it's a day in the park for me?" Hermione said cruelly, hands on hips.
"At least my hair isn't frizzy."

"That's because it's greesy, so it's weighed down."

"ONLY YOU WOULD KNOW!"

"WANNA BET!"

"SURE!" Just then, Pansy reached out and pulled on Hermione's black hair. A shreek of pain came from one of the girls, but not the one who'd had hair pulled. Pansy winced and pulled back, her hand holding her head.

"What the hell just happened?" Blaize asked confused.

"I believe, you six share nerv endings. Maybe only your minds switched. It is probable and possible." Albus said looking at the girls, then, he pinched Harry's arm. Draco yelped.

"This is insane. Is there a way to fix it?" Ron asked hoping he wasn't going to be pinched.
"Yes, but it's a potion that takes a week or more to prepare correctly." Dumbledore stated.

The three stared at him, Harry gritting his teeth. Pansy and Ron putting their hands to their heads in fright. This was going to be a long week...