No one ever thought the day would come where rivals Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would switch places. Yes, switch places. Then again, they do live in a world where strange and unusual things occur. This little comedy begins during the summer after their sixth year at Hogwarts, a school for the magically talented. I am warning you, this does contain spoilers about the sixth book. If you haven't read it, and don't want the ending spoiled, please don't read this without caution.
The death of Albus Dumbledore affected many lives. Wizards around the world heard about his death, and how Severus Snape had killed him in an act of hatred. Young Draco Malfoy couldn't bring himself to kill Albus. So, Severus, being the kind-hearted person he is, took over for young Malfoy. Now, why Severus would kill a man who gave him all his trust is still a mystery to some. To others, it's naught but a heroic tale, the others being Death Eaters. Young Malfoy and Mr. Potter were among the many who were distraught about the death. In fact, it seemed the Draco had been extremely emotional after he returned to the Malfoy Manor. He wouldn't eat, sleep, or torture little animals. His mother knew that something was wrong, but didn't dare confront him.
It was as if Harry could feel the pain coming from Draco, seeing as how he spent most of his time at the park, avoiding everybody...even Mrs. Figg, the only person he would confide in about magic. His aunt and uncle couldn't be happier, now that Harry was spending most of his time out of the house. Harry wouldn't even reply to any of the letters from his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. First Sirius, now Dumbledore. Harry felt as if his entire life was being destroyed slowly. The reality of it all was nothing but a giant weight on his shoulders.
What would come in the last few days of summer would be a big surprise for both Harry and Draco.
Draco
At precisely eight in the morning, a loud screeching voice echoed through the nearly empty manor, or what Draco thought was the manor. The sleepy, groggy eyed Draco sat up in his bed after hearing the voice. He muttered a few words under his breath and pulled the covers off. "Mother, must you yell at the top of your lungs?" He said, in a barely audible whisper. It was if he knew where everything was already, as if nothing had changed.. He walked out of his room and into the bathroom, not knowing what was coming his way. The shower itself steamed up the entire bathroom, not allowing him to see in the mirror. Slowly, he wiped the steam off the mirror, only to discover a completely different boy looking back at him in the reflection. Once he realized who the figure was staring back at him was, he screamed bloody murder and ran out of the bathroom and back into the other room where he had slept. "Draco, wake up. You're just dreaming. This is all a dream...there's no way you could possibly be...Harry Potter." He looked around and found a little mirror on the bedside table. He swallowed hard and looked at the reflection in the mirror. Indeed, he was Harry Potter. Well, at least he had the body belonging to Harry. A loud thud echoed through the room as he fell to the floor. The ever so brave Malfoy fainted, a cold sweat on his body.
Harry
It wasn't until around ten A.M. when Harry finally woke up. He wondered why his aunt hadn't woken him up with her shrill voice. Harry only hoped that something tragic happened to her. Harry, who was just as groggy eyed as Draco had been, woke up slowly, pulling the covers off him. Squinting, he looked around the room. Had his room always been this bright? He eased himself off the bed and made his way into what he thought was his bathroom. Instead, he found himself in a closet, with an assortment of fancy clothes. Harry could only wonder why these strange things were happening. In fact, he had no clue that what was going to hit him next would be the biggest surprise of his life.
"Draco! Come downstairs now! Your breakfast is getting cold!" An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears. He froze on the spot, realizing that it was Draco's name he had heard. Could it be? But of course not. It couldn't happen. Harry slowly turned to look in the full length closet mirror and found that it wasn't his reflection in the mirror, but instead Draco Malfoy was staring back at him. Unlike Draco, Harry remained glued to the spot, still facing the reality of it all.
Could this really be happening, or could this all be some mixed up dream that both of the young boys were having? Read on and find out, in this mysterious comedy.