The Switch
Des: What if something went wrong during Snape's Occlumency Lessons?
HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO JK ROWLING
Chapter: 7 –Vials and Visions
"Have a seat Mr.Potter." said Pomona. Severus knew what was coming. He had, in fact, heard enough from the Granger girl, and didn't need it repeated. Never-the-less, he sat there quietly, waiting for her to speak.
"Well Mr.Potter" 'here it comes' he thought "I was wondering if you knew were Professor Snape was? Some student and the Heads have told me that he has been absent today, and some of your Gryffindors and Minerva have told me that you had an appointment with him as well." Severus's face felt hot. Those stupid Gryffindors were eavesdropping, even though he wasn't exactly He felt guilty of leaving the teachers to chase after students because he had skipped most of a day's worth of teaching.
"Mr.Potter?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.He decided it was best to tell the truth. Well most of it anyways...
"Er...yes, I did meet with him. We went to the Headmaster's Office and I enventually left and Gra-er my friends came and met me and we came here..."
She just sat there, staring at him with a piercing look that reminded him eerily of Dumbledore. Finally she said: "Very well Potter. Let us go back to class."
As soon as she opened the door loud yelling could be heard.
"-YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD-"
A pot went flying and Severus immediately dragged down Pomona, causing the pot to smash just above them on the wall.
"ENOUGH! QUIET DOWN IMMEDIATLY!" shouted Professor Sprout, getting up. The room immediately silenced. "Yes, thanks you Mr. Potter" she said. Severus nodded. "Now may I ask what is going on here?" she asked, looking at all the students.
Granger immediately raised her hand, and so did Draco.
"Yes Miss. Granger," she said, pointing to Granger. Draco looked infuriated. "Professor, I was telling him to stop talking to Goyle, and he told me that-that "a filthy little mudblood like me" had no right bossing him around."
"And was that you who threw the pot Miss. Granger?"She nodded."Well...Reparo!" the pot reformed itself and she place it on the table.
"Mr. Malfoy, may I hear you side of the story?"
"Yes well she has no right bossing me around! I admit calling her a mud-"
"MR.MALFOY!"
"-sorry...I admit calling her that, and then she said "I'd rather be a mudblood then the famous greasy haired, stuck up, bouncing ferret!""
"And you decided to repeat you're words?"he nodded. "Obviously causing Miss. Granger to throw the pot..." She nodded, even though she said it more to herself then anyone. "Yes, well headmasters office, both of you please. And please don't kill each other on your way there" she said wearily. They looked at each other, Draco smirked, Granger scowled, then they both left.
The rest of the day went by slowly, and Severus felt bored and annoyed that he had to go through all of these classes. It felt as if he had gone back in time, and had to re-do his whole life, minus those troublesome 4 that lived to torment him.
He was glad when the day was finally done. Weasley wished him goodnight (which Severus did not return) and they both went up to the dormitory. While Severus waited for sleep to come, he thought, feeling sick, of the potion he had yet to start. He would start it after that foul Umbridge's detention, seeing as it was Saturday tomorrow. He yawned and dozed off, a faint sickening feeling in his stomach.
Harry got very little sleep during the night. He couldn't help but dwell on Snape forgetting the potion, and it didn't help that the Dark Mark would twinge every so often. He also couldn't help but wonder if his own scar was burning, and how Snape would have been handling this.
He felt the Dark Mark sting a bit again, and look down at it, lost in thought. Could Voldemort feel that somebody "unworthy" was now handling it? He reached out one of Snape's fingers to touch it, but snapped back his hand. How could he have forgotten that that was the way to summon Voldemort? 'But wait,' he thought to himself, 'don't you have to bring down one finger or your wand and concentrate or something?'It was a rather stupid thing to think about, especially considering the person thinking about it. In fact, the only time that Harry saw the "summoning" factor of the Dark Mark, it was when Voldemort himself used it. Of course, that time, he had been choked and gagged by the man that had betrayed his parents 15 years ago, and then his godfather 2 years ago causing him to flee and remain in hiding for all this time...
'No,' he thought to himself. He would not get emotional at a time like this. Now was not the time for emotions.
He then mentally gagged. Was he turning into Snape? "Oh my god..." he said aloud.
"Anything wrong Severus?" said a portrait of a woman. She wasn't necessarily attractive. He got up and read the tag at the bottom, the woman watching intently. The words were etched and he could barely make out something that looked like "leen" and an actual word that said "Prince". The dates were too scratched to read. He got up and touched the brick wall at the side of the portrait. Surprisingly, one of the bricks pushed forwards, causing the portrait to open up, like a door. Harry looked inside. In it were a number of unlabelled potions. Cautiously, he picked up a vile that had drawn him in, shining bright green.
He held it there for a while, examining its swirling contents. Then, without warning, the potion stung his hands. He dropped the vial in shock. It began to smoke and smelled like nothing Harry recognized. The smell was attacking his nose and his throat was burning. His limbs felt numb, rendering him unable to move. He was developing a ringing, painful headache, and there were white spots clouding his vision. He finally collapsed where he was standing, right in the pool of the potion.
Severus awoke, he felt well rested, due to the warmth in the dormitory. He was surprised that he had managed to sleep, after what had happened yesterday, in Dumbledore's office. He lay there, feeling calm when suddenly the scar on his forehead burned with excruciating pain.
He immediately blocked it out, not wanting the Dark Lord to read his mind. But before he did this, he caught a glime of his own self, opening the cupboard he stored lethal potions in, behind his mothers portrait. He immediately put down his shields, and instead of seeing anything related to the Dark Lord, he saw his own self inspecting the insides of the vile. 'Oh no... Why is this boy such a fool?' he thought sickengly to himself. He saw his own body collapse, and immediately hurried for the hidden Heads Bedroom, relizing that it was the first time since their little switch.
He finally reached the second trap door and climbed down, only to see himself, or rather Potter sitting in a congealed pool of bright green potion.
A/N:Haha sorry for the minor cliffy. I'll update as soon as I can.
