The Switch

The Switch

DES: What if something went wrong during Snape's Occlumency Lessons?

HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO JK ROWLING

Chapter: 3 – Breakfast

It took Harry (A/N: We shall call him that so that it does not get confusing, but in the eyes of others he is still Snape and vice versa) a little while to figure out where the exit was. As it turned out, there was a hidden ladder, behind a shelf storing potion supplies, which let up to a trap door, which led up to a spiralled staircase, which let off to, yet, another trap door which finally let off to one of the hidden and desert corridors one might find on the Marauders Map. Harry, of course, had never heard of, or seen, this trap door, seeing as it was hidden under a perfect, thin square of cut marble, that, when Harry put in its original place, fitted perfectly, and blended in so well with the remaining floor.

As Harry exited the hidden corridor, he convinced himself that this obviously had nothing to do with "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Furthermore, he was willing to bet a few galleons that what had happened had something to do with what had occurred last night. After all of his dwelling on this one subject, Harry had completely forgot (and only remembered then) that he had completly distanced himself from his godfather, Sirius, for the past couple of months.

"Oh Severus," Harry turned on the spot, driven out of his thoughts, to find himself facing Professor McGonagall.
"Oh hey Prof...er...Minerva..." he said, unnerved by the mistake he almost made.
"Yes, hello..." she said, looking slightly confused at his choice of words.
"Erm, what is it?" he said, trying to pull off his most Snape-ish tone of voice.
"Oh right...," she said, looking a little startled by his new tone of voice. Harry felt horrible, but was careful not to show this on his face. "Aren't you going to breakfast?"she asked. Harry turned his head and looked behind him, noticing that he was, indeed, heading in the wrong direction, away from the Great Hall. This did nothing to raise his morale.
"Oh, right...yes, yes of course" and with that, he set off in the opposite direction of where he was originally headed, not daring to look back at his Transfiguration teachers face. Honestly, was Snape really this heartless? His conscience was attacking at his insides...


Once ready, Severus headed for the door and down into the common room. He was about to exit through the portrait whole when his path was blocked, unceremoniously by the Weasley boy and Granger, who were now leading him to one of the far tables in the back.

"So how was it?!" Weasley practically shouted. Severus rolled is eyes while Granger whispered "Ron! Keep your voice down!"
"Sorry..." he muttered.
"But seriously Harry how was it?" she whispered excitedly.
"How was what?" said Severus, staring longingly at the portrait whole. Potter must have found the exit by now...
"Occlumeny Lessons!" she said more urgently.
"Oh right..." said Severus. His patience was becoming limited. Why couldn't he just leave? "I didn't learn a thing." he said, struggling to keep a hint of impatience from him voice. He failed however because Granger said:
"Oh Harry, I know this must be hard for you, but please just try-"but Severus cut her off.
"Look can we just go down to breakfast?!" he said, not bothering to control his voice anymore. All he wanted to do was see how the Potter brat was abusing his "new-found powers". Granger gave him a reproachful look, but got up none-the-less. Severus gladly followed her down to the Great Hall.


Harry arrived in the Great Hall and took Snape's seat, on the second-to-left side of the Headmaster, only to see Professor McGonagall entering, looking very annoyed about something (Harry thought he knew what) and sat on the immediate right of the Headmaster. She didn't look at him. He sighed and turned his head, to look at the students, now pouring into to the Great Hall and sitting at their House tables. Harry searched fruitfully for himself, or rather, his body. At last Harry found a, very annoyed looking, version of himself, making his way to sit at the Gryffindor table, followed by Hermione and Ron. They looked slightly unnerved about something. Suddenly Harry felt very worried. Would he still have friends after this ended, that is, if it ended.

"Everything all right Severus?" asked Professor Flitwick, looking slightly worried.
"Yes of-" but he was cut off by Flitwick.
"Have anything to do with Umbridge?" he said, eyeing her wearily at the end of the table. " Heard your on probation..."he said nervously. Harry wasn't shocked to hear this bit of news. In fact, he knew that, Umbridge or no Umbridge, if it weren't for Dumbledore, Snape wouldn't be here.
"No really, everything's fine" he said in a reassuring but firm voice.
"Oh all right" said Flitwick, not sounding entirely reassured.

Harry turned back to the Griffyndor table, only to find his own green eyes staring right back at him. They were almost staring maliciously, which Hermione obviously picked up because she was eyeing the both nervously. Harry sighed. He would have to meet with Snape sooner or later.


Severus was eyeing Potter maliciously, not caring to change this expression to stop Granger staring at them both, looking unnerved. This was all that brats fault. How could it have been his?

He watched, smirking, as he saw his own self, finishing of his breakfast hurriedly, and then exit through the trophy room. He would have a little chat with the dear potions master later on...


A/N: Ok i posted 2 chapters today because I'm afraid that I won't be able to update tomorrow. I most likely will, but if I do, it will be very late. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't review! I will most certainly love you for it!