The Switch
Des:
What if something went wrong during Snape's Occlumency Lessons?
HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO JK ROWLING
Chapter: 9 - A lonesome, and not so lonesome stroll
A/N:
YEA THATS RIGHT, I ADDED MORE!SUE ME! I separated the paragraphs, and went over what i wrote. Mmkaii...


It was Sunday, and Harry was sitting in Snape's office, which was over filled (in his opinion) with potion supplies. He had been released from the Hospital Wing in the morning, but was told not to overwork himself.

Meanwhile, news had spread that Snape had finally been spotted in the Hospital Wing, and the school was it a frenzy. Stories of how he ended up there were, of course, as if they had been thrown into a blender, some of which included tales of how he had actually been burnt to death, and had been brought back to life, others saying that he had met his mortal enemy, and was fighting, while the rest of the school was in class. Harry honestly didn't know where these people got their information, or how thick they were to actually believe this! And boy was he feeling uptight. Well, he had found out that he could no longer play Quidditch, but he had been feeling a bit uptight, even before this happened...

It was almost as if he was being lulled gradually into Snape's ways, and it was creepy...

And that wasn't the only creepy thing. Snape's office wasn't exactly the friendliest place to be. There were jars and jars of the most gruesome things you could think of, ranging from frog eyes to rat entrails (well that was what the labels said anyway).

He really wanted to leave, but didn't want to risk the chance of meeting up with Snape, who was still mad at him for "vandalizing his possessions". His appearance might have been changed, but Harry highly doubted that his mind full of spells or power had diminished, in the slightest. Anyway, Dumbledore knew as well, and he wouldn't be surprised if Snape wasn't in there, explaining his own version of why he (Harry) was enjoying being him for this long.

'Well why didn't he start the damn potion then?' he thought to himself, but deep down he knew this wasn't fair. Snape was supposed to have been in detention with Umbridge the previous night, and was (he was not afraid to admit it to himself) very curious. He would have gotten up and asked him right then, but seeing as they weren't the best of friends, he simply stayed, sitting in the overly stuffed green armchair at the end of the room.
He also had another reason to stay barricaded in the Potions office. It was as if his conscience had sustained a blow, and was still recovering. He couldn't bear to disrespect his Professors anymore; it was just the type of person that he was.
He wondered, vaguely, whether he should go down to breakfast later on (it was 1:00 by now).

"No." A rather Snape-like instinct was telling him he should just try and find something to eat in this cave. He was not going to bear the looks of everyone in the Great Hall. He looked disgustedly at the rat entrails. "No" said the voice again. He would not sink so low as to try and test how thick Snape stomach was, not to mention that he was still recovering from the little incident that happened yesterday. He got up, waited for his dizzy headache from his laziness to wear off, and strolled through the dungeons, trying hard to decide if he was really looking for food, or if he was just taking a depressing stroll in the darkness, something Snape obviously would have done in his spare time.


Severus really didn't care much about anything anymore, not that he ever did. He would just have to go down to see old toad-face tomorrow. He made his way down to the seventh floor (he had "borrowed" Potters Invisibility Cloak, in case he ran into Umbridge on the way) feeling a bit tired. He checked his watch. It was 1:13. He would live; after all, he had been up till 5:00 at times, contemplating this that depressed him.

He suddenly had the chills. Couldn't the Dark Lord see into his mind? His heart dropped. What if he was reading his thoughts at this very moment?

Without giving it another thought, he put up his mental walls, blocking out anything that might be intercepting his thoughts. Then, out of sheer coincidence, he passes the DADA corridor. A pang of guilt suddenly hit him. He mentally shook himself. Since when did he feel guilty? 'Always...' said a Potter-like voice inside his head. 'Shut Up' he told the voice.

He quickened his pace, away from the corridor, not looking back. What was getting into him?

He had barely realized he was approaching a wall, when he suddenly collided with it, making a grunting noise. He fell and bumped his head, letting out a groan.

"Hello Harry – oh no you're not Harry, are you? Professor Snape?" Utter confusion crossed Severus's mind. He got up, turned, and found Luna Lovegood staring at him, beaming, but it a respectful sort of way.

"Er... no I'm Har-" she interrupted him.

"Professor, please, I know Harry sir..." she said, looking a little nervous at her own interruption. There was no point in lying, the game was up. However creepy this girl was, she undoubtedly possessed powers underestimated. 'HOLD ON!!' he thought. He did NOT just give out a complement...

She smiled, as if she had read his thoughts.

"So, I take it, by your silence, that I am not being so "Loony" after all." She looked expectantly at him, as if hoping that he was going to recite what he had thought in his head, or confirm what she had said. He wasn't going to.

"I trust you will not speak of this to anyone, Miss. Lovegood?" she beamed, if possible, even wider, looking almost sinister. Severus was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second. All he wanted to do was go and make a tonic for his aching head...

Again, as if she read his thoughts, she said:

"That was you who grunted wasn't it. Are you ok? It startled me you know. I was off on a calm expedition, looking for some Nargles, I collect them you know, and it startled me. The I heard a grunt, and didn't see anybody at first-" he thought it best to cut her off there, if he didn't, she probably wouldn't stop talking.

"Yes, Miss. Lovegood, I'm fine. I think it wise that you should return to your bed. I also think it wise that you do not take another one of these night-time strolls." She looked on the verge of tears. She ran off, obviously offended that she couldn't add to her collection of Nargles, or perhaps it was his tone... Either way she had better have listened. Just because his appearance changed didn't mean that his heart did.

He turned and found that he was in the exact place ,the Potions room had appeared. So why wasn't it there now. He thought hard about what he had done 2 years ago, that caused the room to appear.


A/N: ...yea...so what do you guys think about school...?