-1Draco's Point of View
The thing I'd always remember about being Harry Potter was that it was hard. Not only because I am a Malfoy and couldn't stand the bastard, until yesterday that is, but because I was expected to be a hero. I was not a hero. I was the exact opposite of a hero. I had been a Death Eater. I killed people; I didn't save them. Could I change? Did I want to? I found that I didn't really have a choice.
I rolled out of bed the next morning hoping the previous day had been a dream. I took a quick shower, got dressed and looked at my schedule. I had Potions first thing both Monday's and Tuesday's so I wouldn't find out if yesterday had been real or a dream until I got to class.
I was running late so I skipped breakfast and headed straight for the dungeons where the Potions room was. I was late, but I didn't see Snape anywhere. I looked around for an open seat; the only one was next to Potter, in the very front row. That was where I sat in what I hoped was my dream.
"Mr. Malfoy, you're late," I heard a voice that definitely was not Snape's say. I looked up and saw Lupin. Oh god it wasn't a dream. I sat down next to Harry and muttered,
"Sorry."
"As I was saying, the potions are ready." I looked up and saw that Lupin was limping and had a few new scratches on his face. "However, we won't use them until Saturday so that your learning will not be interrupted. I am canceling all classes for the rest of the week, but you will meet me here, with your partner, at seven A.M. on Saturday to take your potion."
I don't remember much of the rest of the week, except that Potter kept trying to talk to me no matter how much I ignored him or spat insults at him. It was as though he thought I was his friend. Saturday came faster than I had expected it to come. I woke up at 6:50 and dragged myself to the Potions room. By the time I got there, it was past seven and Harry was already there, looking more awake than I was.
"You're late, Malfoy."
"It's early, Potter."
"You look dead."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Harry just shrugged at this.
"Harry, has your partner arrived yet?" I heard Lupin say. I looked towards the voice and saw that he was looking down at a table full of different bottles. He appeared to be searching for something.
"Yes, he's here, Professor."
"Very well. You two may come up and take your potions." We both walked towards Lupin slowly. I don't think Harry wanted to turn into me any more than I wanted to turn into him. I hesitated when Lupin told me to pull out a strand of my hair. I watched Harry pull out his own hair and followed suit. I wondered whether I should put my hair in my own glass of potion, but decided that might totally mess something up and I didn't want that. I took the potion with Potter's hair in it and gulped it down. It tasted disgusting. I looked up at Harry. His potion was gone but he still looked like Harry. Maybe it hadn't worked.
My hand felt suddenly warm. I turned my gaze to it and, to my horror, my skin was bubbling. "Er…Professor, I think something's wrong."
Lupin slowly walked over. Way too slowly. He looked down at the hand I was waving at him. "Nothing's wrong, Mr. Malfoy. That's what happens."
"Oh," I said. I didn't know what to think. How was I supposed to know what was happening. Harry seemed fine with it. Almost as if he knew what was going to happen. But how could he? I glanced back over at Harry, only I was looking at myself. "Ah!" He looked at me, confused.
"What?"
"You look…" I paused and looked down at my own hand, only it wasn't my hand, "like me!"
"Really? I thought I was going to look like Neville," Harry answered sarcastically. "You look like me, ya know."
"I'm going back to bed. I'm sleeping this whole day away. Have fun," I said, sneering at… myself and I walked out of the room. I went straight to the dungeons to go back to bed. "Pure blood," I muttered as I went through to the Slytherin common room. The few people that were actually awake this early just stared at me. "What!" I scowled at them.
They began to whisper something about Harry Potter. Then I remembered that I looked like Harry. "I forgot to tell you guys. For Advanced Potions we had to make a Polyjuice Potion and I got paired with Potter. I'm not really Potter. I'm Draco. Now put your damn eyeballs back in your skulls. I'm going back to bed." I walked past Pansy Parkinson on my way to my dormitory. "Hey."
"What are you doing in here, Potter!"
"I'm not Potter, Pansy. I'm Draco. Advanced Potions assignment. I got stuck with Potter. I'll be me again tomorrow."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Go ask Lupin if you must," I told her, walking away. I curled up on my bed as soon as I got in my dormitory. When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Five already? I sat up and my stomach growled loudly. I didn't bother looking in a mirror but walked straight out into the common room. Most people who looked up gasped, which made everyone else look up. Then I remembered I was still Potter.
"For God's sake. I thought word traveled fast in this place. I'm not really Potter. Stop staring at me!" I said, hurrying out of the room. When I got to the Great Hall, I went towards the Slytherin table and slowly sat down next to some seventh years. They all stared at me as though I shouldn't be there. "Son of a bitch," I said as I stood up. I went over to the Gryffindor table where I saw that no one was bothering Harry about looking like me. "Er…Potter?"
He turned around and, despite the fact that I knew he looked like me, I was still shocked.
"Yes?" he said, looking at me as though I looked like myself.
"Uhm… would you mind if I sat here for today?"
"Why?"
"Well, the Slytherins keep staring at me."
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table. They were all staring at the two of us. Harry looked at me with a sympathetic expression. Seeing that on MY face was disturbing.
"Sure, you can sit here." I sat down and noticed that Harry was alone.
"Where are all your friends?"
"What friends?"
"Weasley?" I offered, but at that Harry's head turned to the Hufflepuff table. I followed his gaze and saw Ron, who looked like Longbottom at the moment, sitting with the girl from our Defence Against the Dark Arts class. "What a bastard. I mean I've always thought he was a bastard, but he really isn't that great of a friend. I actually thought he might be."
"Yeah. I used to think that too."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm going to bed."
"Okay." I sat and watched him go. I finished my dinner quickly and went towards the Slytherin common room but decided against that. I didn't want to go through being tormented by the Slytherins again. I saw a Gryffindor and followed him.
"Hi, Harry," he said to me. I looked behind me before remembering that I looked like
Harry.
"Hey," I said, following him through a portrait of a rather large woman. I followed him up the stairs and saw signs on the doors reading first years, second years, etc. The door for the seventh years was at the very top of the stairs. On the other side of the hall was a door that said "Head Boy." I knocked, but no one answered so I went in. Harry was lying on a bed staring at the ceiling. "Harry?"
"What are you doing in here?"
"I was wondering if maybe I could sleep here tonight."
"Sure," Harry said, moving over on his bed. "I don't mind," he added, seeing the expression on my face.
I waved my wand and a bed appeared next to Harry's. "I'll just use this instead."
I fell asleep quickly and, before I knew it, it was morning. I opened my eyes thankful that my day as Harry Potter was finally over. I stood up and stretched and walked slowly to the mirror. "HOLY SHIT!"
I heard Harry groan and looked over. He was still me. I was still him. Something was wrong. Harry looked up at me and gasped. "I thought we would be ourselves again."
"Me too. We have to go see Professor Lupin." Harry nodded and jumped out of bed. Without bothering to change, we both ran to Lupin's office. I knocked and we heard him mumble, "Come in."
"Professor, we didn't change back," I said as soon as I was in the door.
"Very funny boys."
"What?"
"That's not going to work on me."
"Harry, tell him!" I yelled.
"It's true, sir. I'm not Malfoy, even though I still look like him."
But Lupin looked at me. "Harry, I really wouldn't have expected this from you."
"I'm not Harry!" I shouted.
"You're serious?"
"Yes!" Harry said, trying not to yell.
"I don't know what could have gone wrong. You two were only supposed to change for an hour because you didn't add belladonna."
Harry stared at me, waiting for me to say something, but I remained silent.
"Malfoy put it in later."
"Well," Lupin said, sounding disconcerted, "you'll have to give me some time, boys. Don't worry, though, I know someone who will be able to fix this."
Harry and I stared at each other in disbelief.
"We will be able to change you back, I promise," Lupin added at the shocked expressions on our faces.
We both walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room. "Why is he in our common room?" Ron asked me as we walked in, pointing at Harry.
"Shove off, Weasley." We walked past and went up to Harry's room where we'd have some privacy. I saw that Harry was fumbling with something around his neck.
"What's that?"
"Hermione's Time-Turner. She got it during the war, but I don't think she ever used it. I took it off her body after your father…" he stopped.
"Killed her?" I finished for him. He just glared at me. "Have you ever thought of going back and changing it?"
"All the time."
"Why don't you?"
"I don't know."
"Harry, do you know what you could do with that?"
"What?"
"You could do anything with that."
"What are you talking about?"
"You could go back in time and change anything you want." Harry looked at me for a few seconds before he responded.
"I could bring back my parents and Hermione. Would you come with me?"
"Sure," I answered, not really sure why I had agreed and not understanding why he even trusted me enough. He pulled out the Time-Turner. It was on a chain and he wrapped it around my neck and spun it several times. Everything around me was spinning. It stopped after what seemed like a lifetime. We were standing in the same exact spot, only it looked much different.