Summary: Harry is suddenly acting very weird – in both universes. Yeah, you guessed it. This is a parallell universe-fic, and the two Potters are switched, causing a lot of confusion, especially for Harry Potter himself.

Genre: Romance/AU – Rating: PG

Warning: apart from the AU and slight OOC, nothing major. This is obviously slash, but nothing graphic I think.

Pairing: Harry/Draco (also Hermoine/Ron, Ginny/Neville, Sirius/Remus, Narcissa/Lucius)

Change of Reality

Part two – The Possible Concussion

"Harry! Harry! HARRY!" a voice was screaming somewhere in the dark distance, he noticed numbly, and as the voice grew louder and more desperate, his headache grew more persistant. Groaning slightly, he stirred and attempted to reach up and clutch his head which felt like it was about to explode.

"He's waking up!" the voice exclaimed in overjoyed relief. Harry wanted to tell it to keep the volume down, but so far he hadn't figured out how to get his mouth to work properly yet. He tried to sit up, but something seemed to weight down on his shoulders and push him back down, "Oh no you don't! You may have a concussion!" the voice said seriously.

After another moment, his vision started to blur, the darkness fading away and slowly the world around him came into view.

Four worried faces were staring down at him, and the minute he'd blinked his eyes all the way open, all four faces lit up in identical grins. He frowned, squinting at them slightly as if still trying to make them out although their features were as clear as ever by now. There were two girls and two boys' faces. Three of them he recognized immediatly, because they were in his year, all of them Gryffindors, although he couldn't place the name of the second boy whose smile was the most nervous and anxious. It might be Lostbottom or something like that, but he wasn't sure. The redhead he recognized from Quidditch, that was Ron Weasley and the girl at his side with the bushy brown hair was that overintelligent Granger-girl, whose name he knew inevitably from all the classes he shared with the Gryffindors, since she was always very keen to answer the Professors' questions. The second girl, he didn't recognize per se, but the ginger hair and amount of freckles across her face suggested she was a Weasley as well and since he could put two and two together he figured she was Ron's little sister.

The grins on all of their faces had faded remarkably while he had taken his time to go through all of this in hid head, and been replaced by frowns of worry, and in Lottbottom's(?) case anxiety.

"Harry? How are you feeling?" the Granger-girl asked, and he could sense that her fingers were itching toward her wand, as though she could barely restrain herself from working a particularly difficult spell to make whatever was wrong with him go away, if only just to prove that she could.

"Erm, I'm fine thanks..." he mumbled and tried to sit up again, but Granger promptly pushed him back down again, "I told you, lay still!" she scolded, "You may have a concussion, I don't think you should move until we-"

"Hermoine, give it a rest" said Ron who must've sensed Harry's annoyance that had fired up, because he stood up for him, "Harry can judge for himself if he's fit to move or not..."

"I don't know..." Granger murmured indecisively, nibbling her lower lip and twirling her wand between her fingers. Her worry was starting to resemble Loadbottom's.

"I said I'm fine" Harry muttered crossly and forced her out of the way as he sat up, and then got to his feet. The others straightened up immediatly as well, studying him suspiciously as he dusted himself off out of reflex, and as he seemed able to stand up without swaying they apparantly decided that he was alright and visibly relaxed.

"Well, eh..." Harry began awkwardly, seizing Hedwig's cage and the handle of his trunk, anxious to get away from them but not wanting to seem rude, "Thanks for, eh... yeah" and he started to walk away down the aisle, searching for a compartment. The four friends exchanged looks of confusion, then grabbed their own things and went after him.

"Harry, wait up!" Ron called after him. Harry started and almost tripped over his feet as he came to a halt, looking back over his shoulder in bemusement, "Excuse me?-"

Ron caught up with him and flashed him a brief smile, but other than that he didn't offer any explanation as to why he'd stopped Harry, instead he glanced to the side and discovered the compartment next to them to be empty, "Oh look!" he exclaimed, "This one's empty! Come on!" and he slid the door open and started heaving his trunk inside.

When he straightened up again and turned to look at Harry, he was startled by the blank look of confusion that he found on his best friend's face, and got a little worried again, "Harry?-"

Harry shook himself a fraction and blinked, "I, er... Sorry, I thought..."

"Are you alright?" Ron asked, stepping up to the other boy, putting his hand gently on his shoulder he peered into his face, Harry started and immediatly averted his eyes, very uncomfortable by the scrutinizing stare, "Harry?"

"I'm sorry-" Harry tried to sound as polite as possible, as he carefully retreated from the Gryffindor's touch and took a step back, "I don't quite understand what you-"

"Well..." a familiar voice drawled to their side, interrupting him, "If it isn't Potty and the Weasel..."

"Sod off Malfoy!" Ron called out without even glancing at the blonde, too intent on what was wrong with his best friend. But Harry on the other hand had immediatly looked up at the sound of the familiar voice, and as he took in the sight of the blonde his face lit up with the brightest smile,.

"Draco!" he exclaimed, and forgetting about Weasley all together, he hurried over to the other boy, dragging his trunk with him, and put it down when he reached him. Malfoy seemed taken aback to put it lightly and he stared at Harry in an apparant state of shock as the raven-haired boy stopped infront of him, and only when he had let go of his trunk and made a suspiciously friendly move towards him did Malfoy shake out of it and stumble backwards in his rush to get away.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he shrieked, staring wildly at Harry who had frozen in mid-movement, indeed about to embrace the blonde, and now frowned, "What?"

Draco scrambled further away, his mouth working furiously but no sound emitting from it, apparantly at a loss for words. Harry lowered his arms to his sides again slowly, as he stared at the other boy with eyes wide with building fright, "Draco, what's wrong?..."

"Harry!" Ron called out to him, but Harry didn't have time for Weasley's weird behavior at the moment, and he gingerly took a step closer to Draco, "Draco?" he murmured carefully, "wha-?"

"You're out of your mind, Potter!" Draco screamed, attempting a sneer of contempt and failing considerably, "Get away from me!" and with that he quickly spun on his heels and fled back down the aisle from whence he'd come. Harry stared after him as he retreated, rooted to the spot and trembling slightly.

As if in a dream he slowly turned around, and his glossy eyes flickered over the four Gryffindors and a couple of other students that had joined them, "I..." he whispered, but he really didn't know what to say so he fell silent. A couple of tears escaped his eye sockets and fell over his ashen lashes and ran smoothly down his face. The Gryffindors were all staring at him in mute horror, but he didn't care. Slowly he bent down to grip his trunk and Hedwig's cage again, and then he disappeared silently into the nearest compartment.

TBC